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Gary and Mark had carefully identified the wounds on the corpse in the photo, including: straight incisions, which felt like wounds cut with a sharp scalpel, with neat edges on the cutting surface, and no other tissue damage around the skin and muscles, like a skilled surgeon; Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 In the first massacre, two Arminians were killed instantly by punctures in the vertebrae, and the horseshoe-shaped blunt wounds, rough and deep, seemed to have an insulting connotation, like the imprint of an animal.

Obviously, just now, that close-range killing move was something he had never seen before, regardless of whether he had other tricks or not. It's not easy to deal with these alone.

Mark's brain raced: it was a straight line that cut through the placket of his clothes, and he calculated the distance, perhaps with precision, and it had the shortest attack range. The second hoof wound requires the farthest distance, and as long as you control the distance, you can dodge his attack.

Not attacking, only defending, such a situation does not exist in Mark's dictionary.

"Throwing a horseshoe" can certainly inflict heavy damage on opponents, but there is a noticeable period of stiffness in the movement. This is like in martial arts, although the lethality of heavy punches and heavy kicks is amazing, due to the large range of action and long attack distance, it is easy for masters to seize the opportunity to find flaws and become weak points that are easy to attack.

Mark jumped enough distance behind him to feel something slam in front of him. However, it doesn't make a loud noise like a real horseshoe, stirring up dust, and it seems that if it doesn't hit its target, it will dissipate, and the killer will have to wait a few more times, although only for a few seconds, which is enough for Mark.

Like lightning, he had already flashed to the right side of the killer.

The killer was secretly surprised, the blood in his body was agitated, his emotions became more and more uncontrollable, and his anger was about to erupt. He turned halfway around, the energy that had been scattered gathering rapidly, and his left hand suddenly flipped and struck Mark like a whip.

Mark's figure seemed to have lost weight, like feathers, and fluttered past with the attacker's attack, and suddenly with a "boom", he rushed to the killer's right side again and punched a jab.

Old Gary was very nervous, and he saw that the killer's eyes were red, and when he duel him, it was in the dark of night, and he could only see his eyes in the night vision device, and sometimes glowing with fluorescent light. Now you can see that it is the luster of the ruby. He shouted in his heart: Not good!

Gary was in a hurry, and Mark shuddered as if he had just dreamed of it, and he hurriedly closed his momentum, but fortunately he didn't go deeper.

When he was back to safety, he looked back at the killer.

The red light in his eyes flashed and then disappeared, but the other party's face clearly showed a look of disappointment. Mark thought to himself: I thought he only attacked with his left hand, and the right side was a dead end, but I didn't expect to almost fall into a trap, this guy is really cunning and cunning!

Even if he didn't hit the killer, Mark's actions had stunned the ghosts and black shrimp who were watching from the sidelines. The two of them were the best in their respective gangs, and what shocked them, shocked and excited was not only Mark's courage, but his kung fu, which had reached such an unfathomable level!

Mark's reputation is not bad, and the people of the Yamaguchi-gumi have heard the rumors to some extent. In the original expectation of the devil, he judged that Mark's art industry was only afraid of being among his peers, and he was so famous, but because among the white boys, there was no such figure at all, but a dwarf general. How long can he deal with the killer, Mark should be about the same. However, he was wrong, Mark's martial arts skills are exquisite, and he is well versed, he does not necessarily use which boxing, which moves, in modern times the first to put forward this idea, is Bruce Lee, first had Jeet Kune Do, and then appeared mixed martial arts.

Although the blow was a tentative attack, the killer was still surprised by his initiative.

He stared curiously at the handsome man, as if admiring a fluttering butterfly. He glanced at the butterfly specimen frame on the small coffee table, and said with a smile in his heart: How many years has it been, seeing a butterfly of his choice again, it is not a problem to watch it from afar, but it cannot last, such a beautiful creature can not withstand the destruction of time, and in a blink of an eye, it will lose its natural life, lose its original gorgeous colors and exotic atmosphere.

I must, immediately include him in my collection. Thinking like this, he felt his pulse beat faster.

Mark noticed the killer's gaze slip to his chest. He was very familiar with that kind of obscene gaze, and since he was a child, many people have looked at him like that, they have bad intentions, and they regard themselves as weak girls. After three fights, not only did he not get the corresponding respect of his opponent, but he looked at himself with such a lewd gaze, thinking that he was a woman?

Mark snorted coldly in his heart: Dead pervert!

At this time, the killer also raised his eyes again, and met the other party's gaze. He was stunned for a moment, because he didn't like the way "Butterfly" looked at him now, and there was a fleeting look on his delicate countenance that he realized that somehow, as if he was about to see through himself.

No, this gaze is not entirely aimed at himself, but has something else.

Well, now it's my turn to read his thoughts.

The killer continued to look into Mark's gaze and decided to test him a little.

Next, two attacks, the two took turns attacking and defending. But Mark found that the killer's two left hand movements were small, and it seemed that his physical strength had decreased, or he needed to save more energy by launching powerful moves, so he might be preparing for a protracted fight?

In any case, this has a significant effect, which is that it is easier to get close to the opportunity.

Mark thought to himself: the same arc attack, from sending it to hitting the target, took several seconds longer than it did at the beginning.

But maybe this is the other party's trap, but it's still the same sentence, "That's the most terrible, and it's also the weakest!"

Like Mina, his weakness is his body.

If he doesn't hit the main body, this battle won't be able to consume him by himself.

Sometimes, it's about taking risks!

Master duels, high concentration.

For a moment, no one moved.

But it was only a very brief moment. Time flies in a flash, but it is as slow as a century, have you experienced such a moment?

Time seems to freeze.

The killer's middle three fingers danced briskly.

Even at that moment, not more than half a second, three arcs came towards Mark.

Several strong winds approached suddenly, and Mark suddenly dodged sideways, and he clearly felt as if a sharp object was passing in front of him. His body tensed, and he didn't continue to dodge, and rushed straight in without hesitation.

The three reds on his chest mask slowly spread.

Mark's martial arts training as a child, as well as his extensive experience on the streets, immediately came into play, and the more he encountered such a dangerous situation somewhere in his mind, the more calm he became.

Kung Fu has its own superiority, and when the difference is most significant, it is here, the juncture of the fight!

In the blink of an eye, Mark dodged from the side and swept his leg towards the killer's underside.

As quickly as the other man stepped back, Mark was quicker, rushing to a position that no one had ever approached before, and he kicked the killer hard in the knee to force it to bend.

The knee shook first, then slumped in a very reluctant way.

Immediately, an angry and incredulous look shot at him, a terrifying light glowing red with blood, scorching enough to kill anyone, and no one wanted to see it in their lifetime, but Mark was an exception.

The ghosts and black shrimp who were watching the battle didn't expect Mark to attack the enemy's hinterland so quickly. Cen Cen cold sweat flowed on the forehead of the black shrimp, he had also fought with the killer just now, and he knew that the killer was not afraid of being close to him at all, his power like a high-speed corpse crusher, how powerful and unpredictable, had already made them suffer a tragic sacrifice, one by one life was lost one after another, and he was almost crippled by the killer. Is it going to be the same mistake now? The ghost on the side, when he saw Mark's hit, sat up straight in excitement, even forgetting the pain on his body, and secretly screamed in his heart: Good fight! Beat this bastard hard!

The beaten kneeled on one knee, and the killer's eyes became more blood-red and sharp under the rage.

When Mark saw that he described him as hideous, he laughed wildly, and knew that something was wrong.

Ever since he was attacked by Gary in close quarters at Connecticut's Indian Freedom Reservation twenty years ago, the Killer had devised a way to deal with the enemy who attacked him at his front. It's just that I didn't expect to let people hit my body again today. He was furious in his heart, once his eyes were red, he couldn't control his emotions, and just now he said that he wanted to receive people into his collection, but now he didn't care about it.

Old Gary above the station was terrified, for fear that something would happen to Mark Boy.

The last time Atlantic City was tracked down, he almost lost his life, and he was burned with permanent pain in his leg.

At this point, he left the East and returned to his homeland in California, back to the gang.

Judging from the fight just now, the punch he hit him made a deep impression on him. For melee attacks, he has more lethal big moves. But Mark's words just now came to mind, "That's the most terrible, and it's also the weakest!"

Gary lowered his head and spread his fingers.

In his hand was a long, shiny thing.

Gary thought to himself: And it!

Thinking of the "secret weapon" in his hand, he slumped down and secretly walked down the steps.

Gary saw the killer stand up, he took a step closer and stretched out his hands, dangling in the air, that graceful movement really looked like a symphony orchestra conductor.

Gary's breathing became lighter, and he remembered the shadows he had seen in the night vision goggles that night, and he could imagine that with the killer as the center, it was like opening a huge iron umbrella upside down on the ground, and the umbrella only had the umbrella bones, which were extremely sharp, and the iron bones suddenly rose in a circle, turning into streams of lightning that shot out and rolled towards Mark.

Mark squinted at the sudden explosion of dust on the floor, but also saw the golden butterfly knife.

He jumped up and grabbed the butterfly knife on the ground that originally belonged to the black shrimp.

Just before the invisible blades of those killers almost touched Mark's body, there was a "clang" of weapon strikes. The cold light of a butterfly knife was shining, and several spikes were opened, and he immediately turned forward and pounced, even though three blood marks appeared on his back. Mark knew there would be more than three hits, and he couldn't forgive himself for being stabbed in the back and dying.

At this moment, Mark propped up the ground with his other hand, and when he reversed it, he threw the butterfly knife at the killer, and with the time he had gained, he flipped over to the wall, blood dripping all over the floor, and the floor was stained red.

The killer's killer move continued to pursue, shaking his wrist and pointing at Mark like a thousand arrows.

Mark didn't fall out at random, he saw the thick brown leather sofa in the corner, and when he fell into the sofa, he immediately grabbed the edge of the sofa with both hands, twisted his waist, and at the same time pressed his legs to buckle himself under the sofa, and then he heard a crash, and the sofa was pierced one by one.

With a "pop", the sofa was suddenly torn and shattered into pieces, and Mark was shocked and rolled down to the corner of the wall and hit it hard.

No one expected that by a fraction of a second, death would pass by him. He actually escaped the deadly catastrophe, was hit a few times, and rolled out covered in blood.

Only a moment later, he rolled over and stood up again.

After this dangerous situation, Gary thought that Mark Kid would be very cautious and careful, and he would not repeat the mistakes of the past unless he had to. Mark did something more than he could have imagined, and when he got up, he didn't run away in fright, but stepped forward and took a few steps closer.

The killer just looked at him intently, his eyes really hard to read.

Mark turned his head to look at the killer, as if he was facing an opponent who was playing a fair game with him, not an enemy who wanted to kill him every minute. He stretched out his palm, motioned to the other party, and so on.

The killer was silent, but he didn't launch a new attack on him.

Mark took off his bloodstained blouse, took it off his shoulders, and took a large piece of flesh with him!

He didn't think so, he didn't even frown, and just threw the bloody clothes aside.

Looking down at his body again, on the vest he was wearing inside, three blood marks had been dyed, presumably behind him, wet, sticky and greasy, very uncomfortable, he simply took off the vest.

This shows a body of tight muscles. He couldn't be seen at all when he was wearing clothes, and it was amazing to take off his clothes, and there was hardly a trace of fat on his body. Mark is also a person who pursues perfection, so he is very controlled in his diet, which is why he only drinks light beer when he drinks beer. At this moment, Mark showed a masculine temperament - strength, wildness and courage, and anyone who thought he looked like a woman was blind. (To be continued.) )