Chen Chuan was holding the Snow Lord Sword and was walking towards the Bloodstain Gang's stronghold. His steps were steady but not slow at all, and he gradually approached where Uncle Han and others were.
At this moment, two shots hit the muddy ground not far in front of him, but his steps did not stop for a moment, and it seemed that he was not affected at all.
Then there was another shot, but maybe because of the distance, or maybe just for deterrence, the bullets all passed by him, but he still didn't stop for this, and the distance got closer and closer.
Uncle Han was getting more and more nervous at this moment. Fortunately, he saw that Du Mun and others had withdrawn. He immediately walked to the edge of the guard post, pointed out with his crutch, and said with care: "Du Mun, there are you two. , don’t let him get close, if it doesn’t work, kill him!”
Chen Chuan's posture was clearly aimed at them. He knew very well what kind of strength a fighter could display once he got within range, especially a fighter who might be wearing protective clothing. If he broke in, he would He must be a leader with little military power.
No matter who Chen Chuan is or what his identity is, it is possible that he will die, so of course he will not care about the rest. He will kill the person first.
Du San was very obedient and would do whatever he was told without thinking too much. He glanced at Chen Chuan from a distance and felt that he might be a difficult fighter, so he turned around and picked up a special long stick and brought it with him. Two people came over to meet Chen Chuan.
When Chen Chuan saw three people rushing towards him, he ignored the people rushing towards him on both sides, but looked at Du Min who was directly in front of him.
After Du Mun rushed within a suitable distance, he moved his arms with his body, and his wrists with his arms. He also turned the stick he was holding a few times, then with a cry, a strong wind blew up, and he whipped it towards Chen Chuan's head. .
This blow was so powerful that even the surrounding fallen leaves were sent flying. He was confident that no matter whether the person opposite was wearing protective clothing or other protection, as long as he was hit, his muscles and bones would burst.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes. When his arm strength was only half extended, he felt his throat being pinched.
He immediately felt something bad, and instinctively mobilized the second level of energy. This was his unique strength technique, which could encourage the energy to be released at the same time.
At this moment, the alienated tissue around his chest and neck swelled up like air, and instantly formed an outward stretching force. Under normal circumstances, it would be enough to break open the objects or fingers that were holding him.
However, this time, the five fingers holding the neck tightened immediately. The alienated tissue that was holding up the neck, as well as the muscles and bones of the neck, were like fragile and easily broken dead wood under this force. Crushed by a handful.
Chen Chuan's eyes were calm, and he threw away the dead Du Min, as if throwing away something insignificant, and continued to walk forward.
The two people on the left and right were originally planning to take advantage of Du Su's attack to outflank him, but before they could take action, Du Su was eliminated and he couldn't help but stop mid-charge.
They looked at each other, took a few steps back, and waited for Chen Chuan to walk past. They looked at each other, and in unison, they pulled out the pistol from their waists and pointed it at the latter's back.
Chen Chuan seemed to ignore them, but at this moment, his hand seemed to move, but the movement was too fast to see clearly, but the windbreaker on his body seemed to fly for a moment, and then he heard two snaps, and the two behind him The person's head exploded in an instant, and then they fell straight backwards.
On the sentry side, everyone who saw this scene had their breaths stagnated.
Chen Chuan had already reached a place less than a hundred meters away from the sentry point, when he finally stopped.
He raised his head and glanced up, thrust the Xuejun sword into the ground, grasped the handle of the sword in his hand, and pulled out the cold-light blade from the scabbard slowly and quickly. With a flash of sharp light, his figure left the place where he originally stood. Disappear suddenly.
Uncle Han was knowledgeable, and there was a panic in his heart. He quickly turned around and prepared to get down from the watchtower. Originally, he stood high here and could see far, but now he hated why he had to climb so high.
At this time, bursts of intensive gunshots suddenly sounded outside, accompanied by screams and roars. He held on to the bamboo stairs tightly and climbed down tremblingly. He was so nervous that he almost stepped on some of his feet. So empty, it took some time.
But when he climbed down, the sounds outside gradually became sparse and sporadic, and when he staggered out from the fortress sentry, there was no sound outside.
At this time, through the skylight, all he saw were corpses all over the ground. Most of the originally fierce gang members had their limbs separated and scattered on the ground, while those further away had their heads exploded. The scene was horrifying.
He also saw the figure wearing a black windbreaker standing there not far away, pulling out the long knife from the gang member who was pierced through the wall.
His breathing became rapid involuntarily, and he was shaking all over. Then without saying a word, he turned around and ran out. His crutches were shaking every time he stopped, as if he might fall down on the road at any time.
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Even so, the frequency of his feet moving was not slow at all, and he moved far away with trembling motions, as if he could escape all the way.
But just after he was out of breath for more than ten meters, he heard slow footsteps behind him. He suddenly felt that he was strangled by a wave of fear and wanted to scream out, but the muscles in his throat were tense and the sound came out. Hoarse and short.
Under this situation, he became more and more panicked, and his movements became more and more out of shape. In the end, he inevitably missed the point and fell there, and his neatly combed hair suddenly became messy.
However, there was soft soil underneath. He didn't seem to be too injured. His mind was just blank for a moment. When he was groping for the crutches and trying to stand up again, he heard the footsteps coming to his side, and his whole body froze. .
In his peripheral vision, he saw a pair of black short boots and the black hem of a windbreaker, walking past him, and then stopped in front of him.
He didn't dare to look up at all, and instead knelt there, lowered his head and sobbed, "Spare me, spare me..." He pushed up a small suitcase he was carrying, "I have value, I If you have money, I have a lot of money, and I am willing to give it all to you..."
Chen Chuanchuan: "Han Chang? You were the one who used the secret ritual to absorb life energy before, right? Lift your head."
Uncle Han's body trembled and he slowly raised his body. However, because the person's back was facing the sun, he could not see clearly. He only saw the scarf swaying slightly in the autumn wind.
He admitted: "Yes, it's me. I'm Han Chang. Catch me. I've committed many crimes. Really, many crimes. You can sentence me, you can sentence me..."
Chen Chuanhuan said: "It's you, that's right." He raised the blade and waved his hand, and Uncle Han's head flew out, and the body immediately fell to one side.
He vibrated the blade slightly and thrust it into the ground.
Then he took out the camera he carried with him and started taking photos everywhere, and also searched the items carried by the people around him.
This time he came here and didn't know which ones were members of the Secret Cult and which ones were members of the Bloodstained Gang, but he didn't need to tell. Anyone who brought a weapon to shoot or attack him would be killed. Only some of them looked like logistics technicians. Regarding the personnel, he just knocked them unconscious and let the villagers on the opposite side deal with it themselves.
After checking now, it can be confirmed that there are two people who are suspected to be members of the esoteric cult. However, looking at the notes they carry with them, the records inside are very superficial, as if they have just studied for a short time and made up the numbers temporarily.
Although this kind of person can also arrange esoteric rituals, the effect is not flattering. The core personnel of the real esoteric rituals should not be here.
After walking around and coming back, he picked up the small suitcase that Uncle Han was carrying and left from here.
About ten minutes after he left, the villagers of Caijiazhai also approached carefully. The people who were waiting here looked at the corpses on the ground, with surprise, fear and excitement emerging from their faces.
Guan Xiaohui looked at the corpses all over the ground and couldn't believe it. The Bloodstain Gang, who had made them feel like they were facing a formidable enemy and could almost bring disaster to the village, just disappeared like that?
Zhen Ping looked at the scene around her. She was a fighter. It could be seen that there were no decent signs of struggle on these bloodstains. It was obvious that they were killed within one move. The process was extremely clean and neat. It can be said that the two sides are not on the same level, so they cannot even resist in the slightest.
The two seniors in the team who came with her looked nervously and solemnly on the side, and one of them said with certainty: "It should be
The other person did not fully agree and only said: "Even if it isn't, it's not too different. It's possible after taking medicine."
Guan Xiaohui hesitated for a moment. She leaned close to Zhen Ping and whispered: "Sister Zhen, I think that person just now seems to be classmate Chen..."
Zhen Ping was startled, turned around and asked, "Xiaohui, do you see clearly?"
Guan Xiaohui said: "I didn't see it clearly, but I know his knife. When he went to exterminate Fang Dawei's group, he was carrying that knife. I can't mistake it, and the size and figure are also obvious." A bit like."
Zhen Ping thought silently in her heart: "It is indeed him, it can only be him."
She knew that Chen Chuan had overthrown the entire Mutual Aid Association by himself. Compared to the people in the Mutual Aid Association, these remnants of the Bloodstain Gang were nothing. Regardless of equipment or personnel quality, the Mutual Aid Association was much better than those of the Bloodstain Gang.
Guan Xiaohui asked again: "Sister Zhen, is classmate Chen here specifically to deal with these people from the Bloodstain Gang this time?"
Zhen Ping was not sure. She thought for a while and said, "Maybe Chen Ping received a commission from some government affairs department and came to wipe out these gang members this time."
At this time, a senior fighter came towards them and said, "Xiao Zhen, go back and prepare. We need to evacuate Caijiazhai as soon as possible."
"Evacuate? Why?" Zhen Ping felt surprised.
The fighter said solemnly: "The man just now, the coat he wore, although it looks like an ordinary windbreaker, it should be the stab-proof clothing of the Bureau of Statistics."
"Statistics Bureau..." Zhen Ping was startled, and then she seemed to want to say something, but she quickly held it back, and she even pulled Guan Xiao
Hui Yi, the latter was also very smart and didn't say anything.
The fighter looked at Guan Xiaohui and comforted her and said, "Xiaohui, don't worry, we are just not in the village for the time being. We have not really left. Bao Yuan is still active in this area. If we don't deal with this scum in the team, We won’t leave!”
