The camp of Eight Hundred Dragons has the largest tower in the center. The basement of the tower is a permanent fortification of concrete components. Lan
In the conference room, Lilong, who was full of silver hair and had an air of immortality, listened to the real-time report sent by his subordinates and shouted like an angry lion:
"Dear me, four snipers were clearly set up before. Why were there only two shooting? Did the other two follow?"
The whole room was silent, and no one spoke. The always cowardly Crow Dragon's eyes wandered around, observing everyone's faces, and bravely said:
"Boss, did King Du Yan take action in advance and kill the other two snipers before the attack?"
"Fart, do you think he is a god? Can he be cloned, or can he move instantly? If you can't speak, don't speak!"
Lilong yelled and scolded mercilessly, and the thin and insignificant Crowlong was immediately startled. He subconsciously shrank his shoulders and said in a sarcastic tone:
"Boss, we can't just wait here forever, waiting for him to slowly cut off our wings and then come to the door, right?" Lan
Li Long's face was gloomy and he asked sullenly: "Yao Long, what good advice do you have?"
Crow Long's mouth was dry, he licked his lips subconsciously, glanced at Li Long's eyes, and said cautiously:
"Boss, King Du Yan is much more powerful than we estimated, and he should have powerful helpers around him now. Otherwise, we should implement the third plan, right?"
"Um?"
Lilong snorted coldly and looked at Crowlong with lightning-like eyes. Crowlong suddenly knelt on the ground and pinched his neck tightly with his own hands. The force was so strong that even his eyes were fast. It bulged out.
At this moment, he couldn't make a sound at all. His cheeks were so red and purple that he was almost bleeding. He could only use his bulging eyes to try to make a plea.
"Hmph, Crow Dragon, if you dare to retreat again, I will kill you first!" Lan
Lilong gave him a fierce look with a cold tone. Crowlong instantly felt his neck loosen and regained control of his body. He knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, and said with difficulty:
"No, I don't dare. Boss, I will advance and retreat together with you, as long as you follow your lead~"
"Boss Lilong, Yalong is a coward. Although he is timid, he is right about one thing. We have been huddled here and let the King of Hell above us bleed. After all, there is no solution, right?"
At this time, a woman leaning against the wall, with one thigh raised and her body always hidden in the shadows, spoke.
Her voice was slightly hoarse, but it was very pleasant to hear, with a hint of seductiveness that could inadvertently tickle people's hearts.
As she spoke, her body came out of the shadows. This woman was very beautiful, with a hot figure and a charming personality. She had long hair, narrow eyes, and scarlet lips, full of wildness and charm.
She was also dressed very coolly, with a green military hurdle vest on her upper body, and the ravine was bottomless. Lan
He only wore a pair of green cargo shorts on his lower body, with two bare white thighs and a pair of high black military boots.
As soon as Xiong Longcai, who was covered in fur and had a head full of muscles, saw her, his eyes suddenly turned blood red and his breathing became heavy and rapid.
This woman's nickname is Charming Dragon. She just rushed back last night. Her ability is charm, which is very strong, very strong, so strong that she can even be immune to Lilong's mental control.
Lilong's eyes flashed with confusion, and he straightened his expression, as if he cared about her opinion very much, and his tone was very polite:
"Charming Dragon, tell me what you think?"
Charming Dragon did not speak, but put the index finger of his left hand on his scarlet lips, biting his nails gently with his white teeth.
"Huh!" Lan
Xiong Long stood up, his blood was surging, his eyes were blood red, and his throat roared like a wild beast, and he rushed towards her.
But as soon as he took two steps, his body was frozen in place, and then he collapsed on the ground and passed out neatly.
Lilong's face became a little gloomy, he frowned, and his tone was a little sullen:
"Charming Dragon, we have already arrived at the city. You still have fun!"
"Kekeke~"
The woman's laughter was unrestrained and charming, her eyes moved, she glanced at Lilong lazily, and curled her lips slightly:
"The troops are approaching the city~ Hey, Lilong, you are really old, so old that you have no blood left. Your younger brother and his subordinates were beaten to death one after another."
You only dare to try your best to plot against someone else's wife and plan to kill someone with a borrowed knife. Now that they have beaten you to the door of your house, you are still cowering here like a bastard. "
Meilong's words were quite harsh. Lilong's face suddenly turned red, his brows were furrowed, and a hint of murderous intent appeared in his eyes.
However, at this moment, there was another burst of rhythmic gunshots and explosions on the ground. Lilong secretly exhaled a breath and said in a low voice: "
"Charming Dragon, don't be so arrogant and be happy. What do you mean?"
"Ah!"
Charming Dragon sneered, the lazy expression on his face instantly changed to as cold as ice, and his tone became stern:
"I will go out and face that King Du Yan face to face. I want to see if there is any man in this world who is willing to do something to me."
However, Lilong, this is also the last time I will help you. From now on, all ties will be severed and I will withdraw from Eight Hundred Dragons. "
"Okay! It's a deal."
Lilong was extremely decisive, blurting out almost without thinking, and agreed without even thinking.
Charming Dragon Lao glanced at him with a deep meaning, half-smiling but not smiling:
"Tie Long, you go out with me and help me cover. Let's go meet this Lord of Hell together. I want to see if he is really the reincarnation of the evil god and has a heart of stone."
Tie Long was a mute and strong man like the Black Iron Tower. He was mute but not deaf. Hearing Mei Long's roll call, he turned to look at Li Long very directly.
There was a trace of hesitation in Lilong's eyes, but after hesitating for a moment, he nodded silently. Lan
Tielong, a big mute man, saw Lilong nodding, but stood up expressionlessly, and walked to Meilong's side numbly.
"Hahaha~"
Meilong laughed jokingly, suddenly raised his white legs, kicked open the door of the conference room, and walked out first.
After Meilong and Tielong left, Lilong gritted his teeth, his eyes breathed fire, and he said in a hateful voice:
"Yan Bihua, you bitch, you have forgotten how you knelt in front of me~ Rimapi, when this is over, I will definitely tear you apart with my own hands!"
At this time, the taciturn young man with glasses, Guilong, also stood up slowly, his tone still calm:
"President, I will go out with you. If Charming Dragon and Iron Dragon can really control King Du Yan, I will kill them together and everything will be fine."
If she can't control it, I will find a way to delay the time, so you can hurry up and implement the third plan and keep Qingshan alive, ha~"
Lilong stared at the young man with complex eyes, frowned, and for the first time spoke a sincere tone:
"Xiaozhuang~"
Upon hearing this, the handsome young man smiled, gently pushed his eye frame, and said in a meaningful tone:
"Haha, Xiaozhuang has been dead for a long time. Head of the meeting, I am a ghost dragon!"
After saying that, he slowly turned around and walked out of the secret room. Lilong's eyes flickered and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
People's hearts are broken and it's hard to lead the team~Lan
Li Long smoothed his somewhat disheveled snow-white hair, sat down slowly, sighed decadently, and muttered to himself:
"Maybe I'm really old?"
Lilong is a tycoon who has been captured by a certain organization since his debut. During this period, he committed many evil deeds and killed countless people.
Later, taking advantage of the situation, he created the most powerful assassin organization called Eight Hundred Dragons, which is feared by everyone.
However, Lilong's strongest guard of honor has always been his younger brother, the demon dragon who was killed in Shanghai and caused great pain to Du Weiguo.
He and the Demon Dragon are brothers. Both of them have mental control abilities, but the Demon Dragon is more talented than him.
He can group control, while Lilong can only control alone. Lan
Even in terms of control range and strength, Li Long is far inferior to the Demon Dragon. The Demon Dragon's control range can reach 50 meters, while he only has a mere 15 meters.
Therefore, ever since he knew that Du Weiguo could kill the demon dragon one-on-one, Lilong knew very well that he was no match for Du Weiguo.
The reason why Lilong went through so much trouble was because he wanted to kill someone with a borrowed knife. No matter how powerful Du Weiguo was, he couldn't fight against the enemy.
It's a pity that he miscalculated after all. Du Weiguo, who was unruly and unruly and had his sins exposed, unexpectedly went out of his way and held back.
Even though they repeatedly increased their provocations, Du Weiguo was not fooled and remained as steady as an old dog, motionless.
When Lilong had already given up on this plan, Du Weiguo suddenly escaped from his shell, abandoned his family and career, and rushed to the Triangle alone.
The most important thing is that Lilong was tricked by someone, and the news was seriously delayed. Moreover, Du Weiguo came too fast, far faster than expected! Kill him by surprise. Lan
One wrong step, one wrong step after another, and you lose everything!
Ever since the prisoner dragon who had taken advantage of the thick fog was killed one-on-one by Du Weiguo, Lilong became full of murderous rage, and Du Weiguo was frightened with his astonishing methods.
Covered by thick fog and in a dense forest, the Prisoner Dragon, who could command flocks of beasts and birds, could be said to be invincible, but he was still defeated.
Today's Lilong is in chaos. He only wants to save his life and continue to enjoy the glory and wealth. The ambitions he once had have long since disappeared.
Xiaozhuang, also known as Guilong, had just walked out of the conference room when he saw Meilong leaning against the wall of the corridor not far away. He glanced at him with an evil smile and said in a teasing tone:
"Well, that's right. Finally, there is one man with brains left in the Eight Hundred Dragons. Xiaozhuang, you really did not disappoint me."
There was a faint and fragrant smell in the corridor. Xiaozhuang sniffed his nose slightly, subconsciously adjusted his glasses frame, and said in a cold tone: "Lan"
"Charming Dragon, stop talking nonsense. There are a lot of corpses outside now. I will control the corpses and try to buy you time."
Charming Dragon chuckled and said in a joking tone:
"Okay, let's get started, Xiaozhuang. You're actually very excited now, right? After all, it's not easy to meet so many fresh and healthy corpses at once."
"Ho ho ho~"
At this time, Xiaozhuang curled up the corner of his mouth, let out a weird laugh, and slowly took off his glasses.
His eyes, at this moment, have turned into white, his whole eyes are pale, and his face is covered with black lines, which is very penetrating.
Xiaozhuang took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and made a sound almost like a moan: Lan
"Yes, Charming Dragon, you understand me. I am very excited now. When life is withering, the smell that comes out, hiss~ Let's start enjoying it!"
The charming dragon frowned, an expression of extreme disgust could not be controlled on his face, and his body became thorny.
She was very afraid of this Xiaozhuang. This guy who looked gentle and quiet seemed to have no emotions that a living person should have at all. He was an out-and-out pervert.
But he is indeed the only man among the Eight Hundred Dragons that Meilong likes. He is silent, calm, smart, and ruthless.
Du Weiguo naturally had no idea about the dirty things in the secret room. He was like the god of death, reaping life to his heart's content.
Ever since Du Weiguo saw blood for the first time on a snowy night at the Sijiucheng Steel Rolling Mill, he had never used his abilities to kill lives so wantonly like today.
"23, 24, 25~"
While Du Weiguo was changing the magazine, he was mumbling to himself and calculating the numbers. According to Ma Long's confession, there should be a total of 30 gunmen in this camp.
There are now 5 left, including two sniper rifles, who were knocked unconscious by Miss Hu's Requiem Curse. In other words, there are only 3 of these minions left.
"Ha! What about the attrition tactic? Okay, I'll see how long you can hide, huh?"
Du Weiguo's eyes narrowed at this time, and he saw that several guys who had been killed by grenades in the wooden house before actually stood up again.
Not only that, these corpses even picked up the weapons on the ground and pulled the bolts. Looking around, other corpses were also standing up one after another.
"Nima, corpses can still use weapons. What the hell is this? Armed zombies? Necromancers? Damn, this old dog, Ma Long, is still hiding something private."
Du Weiguo frowned and tried to fire a burst shot, blowing the head of one of them. After the headshot of the resurrected corpse, he never got up again. Lan
"Isn't it? That's it? It's just killing again~"
"Pa bang bang~~"
At this time, the few corpses that had stood up first were already shooting towards the direction of Du Weiguo with weapons in their hands.
Du Weiguo jumped to another big tree with unusual agility and escaped the intense wave of firepower. He already knew it in his heart.
It turns out that corpses are indeed much braver than living people. At least they will not dodge or flinch when they are hit by bullets to the head.
But even so, what trouble can these only a dozen corpses cause to him? It's nothing more than killing again.
Although Du Weiguo was confused, he would not be merciful in his actions. As soon as his figure was about to stabilize, the automatic rifle in his hand began to spit out flames. Lan
This time he was in continuous fire mode. Between the lightning and flint, a flaming whip formed by bullets exploded the heads of several corpses with shooting angles.
There were only a few left, obviously no longer of much use, but Du Weiguo's eyes flashed with a trace of cruelty at this time, and his face became stern.
While he was dealing with the dead body, a big man with a black face like an iron tower, rushing like thunder, with his head lowered like a rhinoceros, rushed to a place less than 50 meters away from the big tree where he was living.
Behind him, there was also a woman in scantily clad clothes. This woman ran in a choppy way, but her movements were not slow at all. She always hid behind the big man.
"Tatata~"
Du Weiguo was not polite, and he shot as soon as he grabbed the gun. Several bullets hit the head of the big man in the iron tower, making a clanging sound and the sound of metal colliding.
Several bullets hit the head of the iron tower man, but his speed was slightly delayed and he was not injured. Lan
At this time, the few remaining corpses once again focused fire on Du Weiguo with weapons in hand. Du Weiguo flicked the Nine Nether Locks and disappeared in an instant like a big bird.
