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Mark himself had never felt before, and to be honest, he had never faced such a formidable opponent. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoWhether the adrenaline was at work or the so-called fighting consciousness was at work, he felt more and more eager to fight.

He swung his arms, kicked his feet, and shook his neck.

After a few movements, he clearly felt that his body had changed significantly from just now. This is something he has never experienced before, the muscle tissue becomes tighter, which means that the speed will be faster and the movements will be more coordinated.

Next, he yelled twice, making the air in his lungs smoother, and he felt the qi and blood gushing out of his body. Mark stretched out his right arm, his palm relaxed, and his left arm raised across his chest, protecting the vital point, in this classic pose. His eyes were condensed, his whole body was slightly arched, and he looked ready to attack at any moment.

Black Shrimp and Devil both thought that they were dazzled, and had an illusion - the three blood marks on their chests, the screaming shouts, and the aura, except for the appearance, they seemed to see a living Bruce Lee.

"Ahh

Old Gary felt that his eyes couldn't keep up with the speed of Mark Kid.

The killer waved his wrist, Mark flashed left and right, and the transparent blade slashed in. Such an attack was used to seal the Mark who pounced, which should have been very effective, but who knew that Mark didn't care at all, and he flashed and resisted if he couldn't. There were two blows to the ribs on both sides, and his body jumped in the air, and suddenly blood rained.

And at this moment, Mark moved with a sharp wind and kicked out with flying legs, and the speed was extremely fast.

Killers have always been offensive rather than defensive, and anyone under his sharp attack will be subdued and feared, which is exactly what he wants to see, and he can take their lives at any time. And the young man in front of him has no fear at all, and the most difficult thing to deal with is that he is not a desperate ghost with courage and no strategy. His movements are difficult to predict, such as in front of him, he is covered in blood and sweat, but he does not retreat, but advances, and more importantly, is not slower than his own attacks.

The killer flicked his index finger and struck Mark in the leg.

Who knew that the leg suddenly shook a few times out of thin air, not to mention the speed, the angle change of the kick was indescribable, the beginning of a moment, the end of an instant, and the leg kicked out such a dazzling cloud of phantom incitement.

Black Shrimp stared at him in surprise, and couldn't help blurting out: "Shadowless Feet?"

He spoke Chinese, and although he couldn't understand it, he seemed to understand it. He glanced at the black shrimp and nodded vigorously.

Although Mark's kicks did not directly hit the killer, they posed a great threat to him.

He couldn't stop attacking and dodging, and was forced to take a few steps back.

The killer looked at his feet, and was beaten backwards, which was really the situation that had never happened. He looked up again at the enemy in front of him, an opponent he had not seen in a hundred years.

He finally put away the smile on his face, and his lifeless eyes finally regained a trace of vitality.

For Mark, he couldn't see the killer's tricks, so he could only judge from the subtle movements of his hands and the trauma caused by those movements. In several fights, he always compared the killer's means of hurting people with Mina's - not her lava giant hand, but the black shadow hand that sometimes appeared and sometimes dissipated, and in his mind, he imagined what the killer sent out as a real blade - the sword, gun, sword and halberd were simply eighteen kinds of weapons, even all kinds of fantasy blades, and he himself was like an arsenal.

However, from the killer's point of view, outsiders' speculations are all wrong.

There are no invisible weapons.

The shadow that Gary saw in the night vision device back then was nothing more than an interference with the energy magnetic field.

When the eyes turn red, the world changes, and what the killer sees in his eyes is the world under another realm.

This is a world of darkness that has no edge. However, the word "dark" to describe it is indeed a bit unsatisfactory. People who have known about it in the history of mankind have counted them on their fingers.

The killer doesn't just know it.

It's about being able to control it.

Here, everything is in a state of chaos except for the living forms.

Just in front of him, countless small red dots appeared on the edges of Mark's body. They gathered together, surging and tumbling, like a pot of boiling water.

When the killer's red eyeballs are focused on Mark. The little red dots on his body began to glow, and when half of them were covered by the light, the other half of the small red dots began to coalesce and join into a truncated line. Some of the segments are straight, some are corrugated, and some are distorted.

He felt that the lines were like staves for composing a magnificent piece, and the dots were like notes, so he wanted to wave his hands and swing his fingers, trying to direct them. In fact, the movements of his hands were meaningless, or rather it was just a habit that had been formed for too long.

Under the gaze of his burning gaze, the dots and lines shone with an even brighter red light, bouncing and dancing in the brilliance, like a chorus of music.

They will not go against his will.

His hand lifted from his side and slowly reached out. Killing people with them can be done easily without blinking an eye.

He's not just a killer, he's the god of death, he's the god of death itself.

As long as you touch it lightly, or connect it with dots, lines and lines, dots and lines, and lines and dots, the human body of "life and death superimposed" can be easily destroyed, and the "death" of your body will pierce your skin and penetrate your veins, which is the venom hidden in "life", which can reach the heart at any time and make people die.

It's been a long time since the killer has been so serious.

Mark noticed that the killer was staring at him in a daze, motionless, and unexpectedly thinking about something.

How can such a pinnacle showdown be a distraction?

It was a great opportunity, and Mark attacked, quickly closing the distance between the two and grabbing the killer's wrist, and before he could move, he continued to use his elbow to keep his opponent's left arm firmly in control.

The killer didn't scream and didn't try to get out of his hands.

Suddenly, Mark felt something—something sharp that had cut through the muscles in his arms.

The killer still didn't move, let alone use his usual left hand.

Whatever he was using, it was piercing the nerve bundle in Mark's arm like a dagger.

There is no defense, no escape.

In addition to the cuts on both arms, Mark suffered multiple wounds - a three- or four-inch bloody wound on the inner and outer sides of his thigh, and a piercing flesh on the shoulder blade on his back. The wounds on his face and waist were already bleeding nonstop. Next, his toes were also pierced, and the combination of various injuries not only stained him into a bloody man, but also restricted his ability to move.

He was in pain, his grip relaxed, and he fell to one knee.

Instead, the killer held him with his hand.

The killer waited for Mark to look up.

Their eyes locked on each other.

Mark was sure that the air was hissing out of his lungs, that he was going to stop breathing, and that the other organs in his body would be dysfunctional one by one.

Although the killer was not smiling at this point, Mark could still feel his happy mood.

The killer had already noticed, the old man sneaking down the steps. At this time, no one who came out could save this young man.

Gary walked as close as he could, holding the silver metal object in his hand and holding it to his lips, and it made a screeching sound.

The cacophony pierced the killer's eardrums.

It was a once-in-a-lifetime gamble for old Gary. He thought about it for a long time that he was able to skip the killer's hands that night, and the events of that night were replayed in his mind countless times. He thought the only possibility was the whistle of the train - the train was coming, and the lights were bright, but it didn't stop the killer from approaching step by step, until the captain honked his horn to warn, and he obviously felt that the killer was a little slower.

What he blew in his mouth was a high-decibel anti-wolf whistle.

Mark also spotted the killer in a trance.

There were no new scars on his body.

He flipped up against the ground, and by the time the killer realized that Mark was going to fight back, it was too late. Mark walked around to the killer and gave him a hook kick on the back leg.

The killer stumbled. Before, besieged by the Japanese and Chinese, dozens of big men were all skilled in kung fu, and they were also lifeless savage and tough fights, all of them had a "jade burning" posture, especially the Japanese, the attack of the dead, the moves were all the same moves, which consumed a lot of his physical strength, and it was Mark who really hit him hard.

The killer really wants the pain in his heart to disappear soon. Has this body reached its limit?

He felt himself fall, but this time he was caught by Marla. The eyes of the two met again.

Mark could feel the tremors of the other man's body.

The killer was still using undetectable methods, and stabbing wounds began to appear in various fatal parts of Mark's body, but his iron palm came faster than everything, and in a red mist, his right palm struck quickly from the side of his body, and slammed a blow to the killer's neck, right in the throat.

The killer made a suffocating grunt from his lips, as if he was choking on food, a faint sound that echoed through the silence around him.

Such an enemy must not be tolerated. Mark took advantage of the victory and threw a toppercut from his waist, and the strength of his knuckles was transmitted from his waist into his body, and the pain in his heart made the killer fall to his knees.

Mark didn't stop. With the sound of bones breaking, the killer's arm was snapped into an extremely misaligned angle, and his face was distorted by unspeakable pain. Without wasting any time, Mark quickly turned to the enemy and slammed him in the face, his brow bones, nose, and cheekbones blooming, and blood spurting everywhere. One, two, three...... It wasn't until the other party passed out that Mark dared to stop.

Mark stood motionless, still staring at the killer, the pain almost unconscious, and his body crumbling in an instant. Old Gary had already leaned forward, opened his arms, and hugged Mark the Boy. His legs were limp and blood was dripping on the floor.

Gary held him up.

The picture was so shocking that Black Shrimp and Ghost were stunned for a long, long time, and they walked over with each other's arms.

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Clean.

A large black truck slowly drove into the driveway of the old house. The slogan "Morris & Ritz Cleaning Company" is printed on the side body. Five or six big men came down inside, and they took out a lot of professional cleaning tools from the car.

Finally, two people got out of the car, one tall and one thin.

The skinny one, in his early forties, was considered the best Dark Road doctor, while the taller one, with a beard, was a little older, but still a few years younger than Gary, who had been Gary's full-time "sweeper".

Leading the way for them was the Devil, who had been bitten by the strange and disgusting scarab beetle, but had no serious injuries on his body. However, his whole being exuded an air of exhaustion.

The doctor glanced at his injuries and said nothing.

When he entered the room, the tall bearded man was stunned. It was like a human bomb had exploded, showing scattered pieces of flesh and blood.

In an extremely controlled voice, he said word by word: "It seems that we are busy!"

He quickly swept his gaze through the rooms on the first floor and assigned work to the big men.

The doctor followed the demon as he quickly walked up the stairs to the upper floor.

Through the corridors, which were almost dyed red, they arrived at the "Egyptian Room", which had once served as a pastime for the aristocracy.

Mark was lying on the floor, covered in blood and dying.

Without saying a word, the doctor walked over to Mark, knelt on the floor, and began to examine his body with a laser-like gaze.

Everyone present fell silent, and after a long time, old Gary asked, "How?"

The doctor turned to old Gary first, looked him in the eye, and said, "If we can't save him, I'm afraid we will all have to go to the funeral...... And I don't want to die yet!"

Hearing him say this made old Gary breathe a deep sigh of relief.

After that, Mark was carefully escorted to the car. The team responsible for cleaning the ancient house cleaned the inside and outside in the second half of the night, leaving no traces. The neighborhood is restless every night, and even if someone hears something, no one calls the police.

After bringing the person back to Berkeley, he was taken care of by a doctor. Gary Sr. then called and informed the person who should have been informed of the outcome of the battle. First of all, Timmy, who omitted the details of his son's injury, only briefly explained the situation, but fortunately Timmy was somewhat mentally prepared, and even then he was silent on the phone for a long time, and finally his fiery temper did not explode. Next up is Alexandra, who Gary promised Mark the Kid to inform the black girl of the situation as soon as possible. As for Old Yamamoto, that's Mark the Kid and his agreement, and it has nothing to do with him. When they left the ancient house, the demon still wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to mention it because of his identity, but thinking about it, he also knew that the Japanese would not let go of the killer easily, and Lao Yamamoto must want to sacrifice his head to his son. It's just a pity that Mark said that this person can't fall into the hands of others, and go back to Berkeley, the lair of their gang, who can still snatch the body? )