When we meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins. Dao Zhen is a brave man and a warrior, but he is not an iron man after all. He leaned on a scrapped car, breathing heavily.
The series of interspersed and fierce blows just now not only used up all the bullets, but also exhausted all the strength.
Seeing the drug dealer coming towards him with a machete, he ducked and tilted his head, and the drug dealer's machete split open the car's iron sheet with a clang.
The moment the drug dealer drew his knife, he kicked the other person in the stomach, sending him flying.
But then another drug dealer struck him with a knife, grazed his ear, and hit him on the shoulder.
"Clang" sound.
The drug dealer's wrist was sore and numb, and he felt like he had hit a stone.
However, Dao Zhen dwarfed and felt as if his shoulder had been hit hard.
"You're wearing a fucking bulletproof vest." The drug dealer was not stupid. He knew immediately why he didn't cut him in half with a knife with all his strength, and roared: "Cut his head and neck."
Before he finished speaking, the drug dealer who had been kicked rushed up again. The blade of the knife passed by his face, and blood suddenly flowed out.
Dao Zhen summoned up Yu Yong, carrying a machete and confronting several drug dealers.
He relies on his ruthless momentum to kill people, but his personal qualities are different from those of people like Ye Qing, Wang Xue, and Chen Juncai who have practiced internal energy.
Two drug dealers surrounded him and slashed him hard. Soon he was stabbed several times. Although the plate-type body armor protected his vitals, the three-inch hole on his face was bleeding. It was terrible. Scary.
"Master, the young master of the village is surrounded by drug dealers." Seeing Dao Zhen being surrounded and killed, the disciples of Dao Zhen and several night hunters who had been following Dao Zhen quickly began to cry for help.
The melee had begun and the gun was useless.
Ye Qing carried the Black Dragon Xiuchun Sword and slashed them one by one. However, there were too many people piled up on this road, and it was impossible to rush through them in a short time.
"Ye Qing, arrest the elders of the three clans." Chen Juncai shouted.
Ye Qing immediately turned around and jumped directly into the mine, chasing after Mulacao, Qiu Hu, Maoqiu and others.
"Wang Xue, stop them." Ye Qing's face was livid, and there was a chilling ferocity in his voice: "Shout in the headset, if the knife shocks them to death, none of these drug dealers will be spared."
Wang Xue sprinted a few steps in the mine, then leaped forward. She was in mid-air, and Form 92 was already spitting bullets.
Maoqiu was shot immediately and fell to the ground. Even Qiu Wu was shot in the shoulder. He fell over and hugged Mu Lacuo, blocking him in front of him.
Just as Mulacuo was about to curse, he heard rapid footsteps coming from behind: "He is Ye Qing, kill him."
Above the mine, Chen Juncai jumped on the roof of a car and threw the grenade in his hand with all his strength.
"Boom!" The drug dealer blocking the way was suddenly blown out of a hole, and another grenade exploded.
Several night hunters, armed with military thorns in one hand and the Ninety-Two Style in the other, were slaughtering crazily in the crowd.
"Pfft." Chen Juncai, who was standing on the roof of the car, was hit by several bullets. Although he was protected by a body armor, the bullets hit the steel plate and the huge impact caused him to become unstable.
And as a shot hit the arm, a cloud of blood mist suddenly burst out, and he flipped over from the roof of the car.
Among the crowd, night hunters also began to clear the road with grenades.
After they threw a thunderbolt, they started running wildly through the crowd, completely ignoring the drug dealer's machete falling on them.
But just a few seconds later: there was a "boom", blood and flesh were flying, broken limbs and arms were everywhere, and the scene was horrific.
The three night hunters took the opportunity to run up to Dao Zhen. The three-edged military thorn stabbed directly into the throat of a drug dealer, and shot another drug dealer in the head with one shot.
The night hunter behind him took the opportunity to pull Dao Zhen up from the pool of blood.
The turquoise jacket had been stained black by blood, and the slashes were shocking. In this short moment, it was not known how many cuts Dao Zhen had received.
"How are you? Are you dead or not?"
"There are too many people, and I'm running out of energy to kill." Dao Zhen replied weakly.
"It's good that he's not dead." The night hunter put down his first move and looked up, only to be surrounded by more than a dozen drug dealers. He calmly took out a grenade from his waist, flicked the safety catch, pressed it with his finger, and then shouted: "Come on, let's die together."
The three hunters in black held their knives in their hands, and each of them had a grenade in their hand that had the safety guard blown off.
This group of drug dealers have long seen how ruthless this group of people can be.
He dared to throw thunder in the crowd regardless of the fact that his own people were fighting with drug dealers. This girl is not a soldier, but a madman.
But everyone is afraid of madmen!
At the same time, the second squadron commanded by Song Youqing finally rushed in. The fresh force rushed in, and the crisp gunfire of Bayi's shoulder made the drug dealers surrounding Dao Zhen and others feel like they heard the sound of death.
Enemies who don't care about consuming bullets are really scary.
These drug dealers finally saw it.
As long as you are targeted by them, seven or eight bullets will fall on you in an instant, until you are sure that the opponent has completely lost the ability to fight back.
This is true luxury.
But the consequence of this extravagance is that there is no one left to live.
No one can survive after being hit by seven or eight bullets.
This is when the real killing takes place.
There was no mercy or shouting, just extremely ruthless soldiers who knelt on one knee, aimed at drug dealers, and kept pulling the trigger.
After experiencing two bloody battles of life and death, the Sichuan-Tibet Automobile Soldiers began to transform into the appearance that Ye Qing hoped for.
In the mine.
Wang Xue blocked the way, and Ye Qing chased after him.
Mulacao looked desperately at Qiu Wu who had tripped him down. This was truly a situation where there was no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth.
"Run, run!" Ye Qing narrowed his eyes and fired three shots at Mu La's wrong leg.
"I surrender."
"There are no survivors today."
"Old man of the three tribes, the gem is on your body." Qiu Wu saw Ye Qing was about to shoot. He was worried that Ye Qing would become red-blooded and not even spare himself, so he quickly reminded loudly: "Money can connect the gods, and it can also sell one's life."
Mulacuo woke up with a start and tied a small suitcase containing gems to his belt: "I will work hard."
"This is a capture." Ye Qing cut off his belt with a knife and kicked a small suitcase the size of a handbag towards Wang Xue: "Watch them. If they die from the shock of the knife, let them be buried with them."
Ten minutes later, three squadrons, under the command of Song Youqing, began to clean the battlefield.
Half an hour later, Fengdu and Duma caught the Wushou Brigade and rushed to the scene.
The burned car was still in flames.
There were dead bodies and blood everywhere.
Fengdu's legs were trembling and he almost didn't dare to take another look at the battlefield.
Duma walked around the battlefield with a pretty face: "No one was left alive."
Fengdu gritted his teeth: "Isn't he afraid of the Collapse Dragon Presbyterian Council?"
Duma was silent for a moment: "Only the bodies of the Lisu drug dealers were present, and all their victims were taken away."
Fengdu also fell silent. The Lisu drug trafficker was not alive, and the other party did not leave any identifiable body. This meant that all evidence was wiped out: "Report it to the Council of Elders!"
