"boom!"
What is Du Weiguo's strength? His kick was even more powerful, like a battering ram, and he kicked Nanako away along with the car door.
Nanako, who was flying in the air, did not feel pain, but was spinning and was about to lose consciousness.
He vaguely saw a dark heavy truck, like a crazy rhino, slamming into him from behind the crown.
This Mitsubishi heavy truck was just driving normally on the road at first. When it got close to 20 meters behind the crown, it suddenly started to accelerate crazily.
The incident happened suddenly and there was no warning before. Du Weiguo had no choice but to resort to such explosive means to save people.
The next second, Nanako slammed to the ground along with the car door. Her eyelids were heavy, and the boundless darkness swallowed her instantly.
"boom!"
Just when Nanako was unconscious, the heavy truck at full power roared into the Crown Car like a monster, and sparks hit the earth.
The trunk of the Crown was as if it were made of paper. It collapsed in an instant, and the front of the car suddenly tilted up. Then it was hit by a heavy truck and flew to the side of the road.
"Bang~" When the Crown Car turned over and landed, the body of the car had shriveled beyond recognition and turned into a pile of scrap metal.
"Squeak~"
The heavy truck braked suddenly, making a harsh noise, and slid on the road for more than ten meters before coming to a stop. Before the car could stop, the door was kicked hard.
A muscular man with a bright red face, wearing a black cloak, jumped down quickly.
"Bang bang bang~~"
He had just landed when a dull gunshot suddenly exploded. Of course it was Du Weiguo's counterattack. With his skill and reaction, how could he be hit by a truck?
However, the ghost-faced man was obviously not an ordinary player. He seemed to have expected this. He just reached out casually and caught the car door that he had kicked away.
Heavy-duty trucks are manufactured by Mitsubishi. This heavy industry company used to make tanks, so the doors of early heavy-duty trucks were made of pure steel and were extremely solid.
The car door was held by the ghost-faced man. It was like a heavy shield, covering his body airtight. The bullets made a clanging sound, but they made no difference.
The ghost-faced man was not passively defensive. He held the car door firmly with one hand, protecting everyone. His free hand only shook slightly.
"Woooooo~"
Several six-edged shurikens drew mysterious arcs, flew around the car door very intelligently, and flew towards Du Weiguo with a scream.
Ghost Face's techniques are of the same lineage as Night Crow's, but they are much sharper and faster. How fast they are is comparable to rifle bullets.
Behind the scrapped Crown car, Du Weiguo's face was surprisingly solemn. Damn, this guy with the ghost mask is a bit weird.
However, the situation was critical at the moment and there was no time to think too much.
“Ding ding ding~
There was a sweet and crisp sound like beads falling on a jade plate, and several shurikens were shot down by bullets.
But the flying speed of the shurikens was so fast that Du Weiguo had no time to completely shoot it down with his pistol, and one of them had already flown in front of him.
"Qiang!"
At the critical moment, Xiaotang's sword blocked the shuriken without any chance, but Du Weiguo's wrist shook, the tiger's mouth turned red, and Xiaotang's sword almost missed his hand.
Fuck! The power of the boss!
There was no time to be surprised. The next moment, the shrill sound of breaking wind sounded again, and the door of the heavy truck was already like a wall, pressing forward with an irresistible momentum.
Du Weiguo's eyes were sharp, his feet suddenly exerted force, he jumped up like a cannonball, and flew several meters away in an instant, and then narrowly escaped the blow.
"boom!"
The already dilapidated Crown Car was not so lucky. It was cut off by a heavy truck door that looked like a giant axe.
Du Weiguo stabilized his body and was about to fight back when he saw the ghost-faced man's big hand tightly gripping Matsushima Nanako's slender neck and lifting her up like a little chicken.
Ghost Face's voice was unusually deep and deep, with a unique clanging sound like metal. It was like a robot, without any emotion:
"Night Crow, Golden Buddha, Exchange, 9pm, Kamakura Temple, alone."
paralysis! How dare you threaten me!
Du Weiguo was furious, with a trace of cruelty flashing in his eyes. In fact, he didn't care about Matsushima Nanako's life and death, and he could totally fight with this guy.
However, because the noise they just made was too great, many people were watching from a distance, and a patrolman not far away blew his whistle.
Du Weiguo's identity was special and he couldn't show his face at all, and this guy with a ghost face was not of ordinary interest. Unless he used teleportation skills on the street, it would be difficult to capture him immediately.
The patrolman's whistles came one after another, getting closer and closer. Du Weiguo gave the ghost a deep look, turned around and turned into the alley on the side of the road without saying a word, jumped a few times, and disappeared in an instant.
With no trace of ink on his face, he held Nanako under his arm, jumped up lightly, jumped onto the heavy truck without a door, started the car calmly, and drove away.
At noon, in the southern suburbs of Yokohama, on an unknown hill that is inaccessible to people, a Mitsubishi heavy truck with no access is speeding on the mountain road.
While passing through a section of nearly vertical cliff, the truck suddenly lost control, crashed through the guardrail like crazy, and plunged straight into the abyss.
In the fallen truck, a burly figure with a woman under his arm suddenly jumped out of the truck, rising instead of falling like a giant eagle, and finally landed steadily on the edge of the cliff.
Not far from him, Du Weiguo held a sharp Tang knife in his hand, swinging the blade gently, his eyes cold and his tone stern:
"Okay, you can strangle that woman to death now, and then you can go see Aunt Amaterasu."
Du Weiguo would not be stupid and wait until night to go to the ghostly Kamakura Temple alone to attend the meeting. He had always used his unparalleled eyesight and teleportation skills to silently follow the heavy truck.
After finally reaching this deserted and uninhabited place, he just blew out the tires of the heavy truck.
Under the ferocious Prajna mask, the narrow eyes stared at Du Weiguo with sinister gaze. There was a hint of fluctuation in the voice of the ghost face, and there was a hint of confusion:
"Who are you?"
"I am your ancestor!"
Du Weiguo was too lazy to talk nonsense. He reached into his pocket and took out an Uzi with a silencer installed.
Having said this, I have to mention that it is already midsummer in July and the weather is hot, but Du Weiguo is still wearing a baggy coat, which looks a bit bulky.
There is nothing that can be done about it, otherwise, it would be difficult to explain the source of his weapons. If he wears short sleeves, he suddenly pulls out weapons out of nowhere.
A short knife might make sense, but if it were a silenced pistol or a silenced submachine gun, it would be totally unreasonable.
Ghost Face was a top player and his reaction was unimaginable. As soon as Du Weiguo took out the Uzi, a black shadow covered his head with a cold wind.
The dark shadow is Matsushima Chachako. She was hit by the ghost face as a hidden weapon of human flesh. Fortunately, Du Weiguo seemed to have expected it, and he calmly avoided it with a beautiful long iron bridge.
The miserable Matsushima Nanako flew over Du Weiguo and continued flying for several meters before hitting the ground heavily, making no sound, and she didn't know if she could survive.
"Zi~"
Du Weiguo was not idle when he was dodging. The Uzi in his hand burst into flames and instantly threw out a dazzling bullet whip.
Such a fierce attack, but it only caused loneliness.
As soon as Ghost Face threw Nanako out, he jumped off the cliff without even the slightest hesitation, his decisiveness was outrageous.
Of course he didn't commit suicide. When he fell more than ten meters along the cliff, a cold light flashed in his hand, and he threw out the scythe and hooked it onto a pine tree growing horizontally on the edge of the cliff.
Immediately, the ghost face swung out like a giant monkey and landed steadily on a protruding rock below the side of the pine tree.
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Du Weiguo jumped down from the sky like a giant eagle and chased after him like a tarsal gangrene.
The long eyes under the Prajna mask were slightly red, and flickered with fierceness. The ghost face suddenly raised his hand, and his five fingers were made of unknown material, and the dark and sharp finger cots were inserted into the cliff wall very smoothly.
"Pfft~"
The next moment, Ghost Face took out a stone as big as a child's head from the stone wall, squeezed it casually, and the stone immediately shattered.
The ghost's face suddenly raised, and countless pieces of gravel roared shrilly, like shotguns, and shot towards Du Weiguo.
Du Weiguo raised his sword eyebrows in mid-air, exerted force on his wrists, and the Nine Nether Locks tightened instantly. With the surging pulling force, his figure soared into the sky.
"嚓~~"
The rain of gravel hit the soles of Du Weiguo's feet against the rock wall and instantly turned them into powder.
It has never been Du Weiguo's style not to fight back when being beaten. When he soared into the air, the Uzi in his hand roared:
"Zi~"
Ghost Face reacted very quickly. The moment Du Weiguo raised his gun, he moved. Like a big bat, he suddenly jumped diagonally downward for more than ten meters, narrowly dodging the bullets and whips.
His five fingers were like hooks, and he inserted them into the stone wall with ease, stabilizing his body. Then he repeated his old trick, and another rain of gravel flew towards the falling Du Weiguo.
"Crack!"
Du Weiguo stabbed the Tang knife into the stone wall with his backhand, stabilized his falling figure, and dodged the bombardment of the gravel rain in an instant.
At this moment, Du Weiguo and Ghost Face were hanging on the cliff with one hand, about 20 meters apart, facing each other nervously.
The evil spirit surged into the confrontation, and a look of solemnity flashed in the eyes of both sides at the same time. The confrontation just now made the other party know better.
Strong enemy!
Since leaving the country, this old Bideng wearing a Prajna mask is definitely the most powerful opponent Du Weiguo has ever encountered.
This old guy is definitely a person with abilities, and he is also a rare person with dual attributes of strength and physique. As the saying goes, one strength can defeat ten skills. Ghost Face's combat power is quite strong.
Moreover, this old immortal has extremely rich combat experience and is extremely good at using terrain. He can fight Du Weiguo back and forth, regardless of whether he is Zhongbo.
The reason why he is called the old immortal is because under the blood-red Prajna mask, he clearly has white hair and a face full of wrinkles. He looks to be at least 70 years old.
Damn, I don’t know why? Ghost Face, an old immortal, can still maintain such good physical strength at such an old age? Did you take the elixir?
Of course, the prerequisite for an even tie is that Du Weiguo did not use the teleportation skill. The teleportation was combined with the Kusanagi sword to kill the owl with one strike, and even the gods could not avoid it.
However, all strong people are arrogant, and Du Weiguo is not immune to this.
At this moment, he was a little over the top. He didn't bother to use teleportation to deal with an old coffin with withered bones in the grave.
The ghost face was hanging on the stone wall, staring at Du Weiguo with burning eyes. At this moment, he spoke again: "Who are you?"
Paralysis, does your vocabulary have to be so lacking? Du Weiguo complained in his heart and replied with a cold face:
"The person who took your dog's life!"
While talking, Du Weiguo put the Uzi into his arms, and when he took it out again, he had already replaced it with one with a full magazine.
"Qiang!"
At the same time, Du Weiguo suddenly exerted his strength and pulled out the Xiao Tang Dao from the stone wall. His body was like a dragon and a gecko was swimming on the wall.
As if he had escaped gravity, Du Weiguo galloped sideways on the cliff, running towards the ghost face so fast that he pulled out the phantom.
Ghost Face was not idle either. He swung his hand and released a handful of rubble, together with several arcing shurikens, blocking all of Du Weiguo's paths.
Du Weiguo's eyes were sharp, and he kicked off the stone wall with both feet, leaping out into the void like an arrow from the string, instantly crossing the gravel and the shuriken.
Although he had dodged all the attacks from Ghost Face this time, he no longer had any leverage, which was equivalent to committing suicide on his own initiative.
Du Weiguo, who was in mid-air, exerted force on his waist and abdomen and turned around quickly. The Uzi in his hand went crazy at the same time, and the sharp flame whip was instantly drawn out.
This time he was unexpected, the ghost face was not expected, and it was too late to move and dodge. He could only curl up his arms fiercely, protect the back of his head, and choose to resist forcefully.
"Puff puff puff~"
The hot bullet penetrated the flesh, making a dull sound as if hitting a tough tree trunk. Du Weiguo's eyes flickered and he could see clearly.
The bullets hitting Guimian's body only broke through the general's defense, and the bullets got stuck in his muscles, making it difficult to penetrate even an inch.
Damn it! Made of steel and iron, with boundless strength, this old Biden is really resourceful. No wonder he is so arrogant.
At this moment, Du Weiguo's distance from the cliff has reached the limit, and his position has also fallen below the ghost face. He has no attack angle, so he has to give up shooting, throw out the Nine Nether Locks, and nail the stone wall.
"Boom!"
Du Weiguo hit the cliff so hard that his leg bones were broken and his arms were dislocated. He also vomited a mouthful of blood and suffered some hidden injuries to his internal organs.
After all, he is not a god, he is just a body of flesh and blood. He cannot eliminate gravity. With a terrifying weight of more than 200 kilograms, it is impossible for him to fall more than 20 meters and several stories high without any injuries.
Ghost Face was not easy either. Although he protected his vitals, he was hit by more than a dozen bullets. The pain was also heartbreaking. He couldn't help but let go of his strength and fell towards the bottom of the cliff.
"Click~"
Du Weiguo was hanging on the cliff, watching the ghost face smashing countless branches and falling to the ground like a meteor. He stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on the corner of his mouth, his face solemn:
"I'm paralyzed. This old Biden is so strong! Can't he fall to death like this?"
A moment later, Du Weiguo squatted on the edge of a shallow human-shaped pit in the jungle at the bottom of the cliff. A lot of blood stains were scattered on the bottom of the pit, attracting countless flies and ants looking for food.
Du Weiguo raised his head and glanced back at the top of the cliff. The vertical height was nearly a hundred meters, although he had fallen a little during the battle.
But the height that Ghost Face fell at that time must have been at least 50 meters, which is equivalent to falling from a ten-story building.
To be honest, Du Weiguo was not sure whether he would survive if he fell from such a high place.
Damn it, my head was smashed to pieces on the spot, even an immortal body probably wouldn't be able to withstand it, right?
He picked up the soil in the shallow pit with a small Tang knife and found no bullet. Du Weiguo frowned and said to himself in a solemn tone:
"Damn, after falling from such a high place, not only did he not die, but he was also able to run away. This old immortal is a bit scary. Could it be that he is also immortal?"
Putting away the small Tang knife, Du Weiguo slowly straightened up. He originally wanted to call Ryota Takahashi and send someone to rescue Nanako.
However, he took out the satellite phone and took a look. There was no signal at all. Du Weiguo frowned and briefly identified the direction in which the blood stains were going.
His figure suddenly rose up, and in the next moment, he flew into the air with the help of the Nine Nether Locks, leaping away quickly.
At the same time, on the road above the cliff, Matsushima Nanako was met by a passing truck driver and helped up.
She woke up, but she was seriously injured. Blood kept pouring out of her mouth. She couldn't move her whole body. She was extremely weak and murmured intermittently:
"Ma, take me to the nearest police station right away. I, I will give you a lot of money~"
The truck driver is a dark, short, bald man with a mean face, who looks like Gollum from The Lord of the Rings.
He is a beekeeper in the nearby mountains, and his dilapidated pickup truck carries honey and hives for sale in the city.
"Miss, miss~"
The bald man hugged Nanako and called softly twice. Seeing that Nanako didn't respond, he glanced around like a thief. The road was empty, not even a ghost.
Seeing that there was no one around him, the bald man took courage and wiped the blood and mud on Nanako's cheek with his dirty fingers trembling.
Seeing Nanako's beautiful face stained with blood, the bald man's eyes suddenly flashed with lust, and he couldn't help but lick his lips.
Nanako was a little unconscious at the moment: "Send, take me to the police station~"
"Small, miss, let me see where your injuries are?"
The bald man trembled, and with courage, he reached his hand towards her chest and touched her quickly. Nanako just snorted unconsciously and raised her hand slightly.
"Miss, where are you injured?"
"Send, send~"
Nanako was unconscious, her voice was weak, her bald head was dry, and she rubbed Ochako's exposed thighs again.
The warm and delicate touch made the bald man's eyes turn slightly red, and he became more courageous. He directly put his hand into Nanako's collar and subconsciously touched his crotch.
At this moment, Nanako had fainted again and was unconscious. The bald man turned his head left and right again to confirm that no one was there.
The next moment, the bald man's eyes showed a cruel look, he stood up suddenly, grabbed Nanako's legs, and dragged her towards the truck.
Soon, the truck turned around and left quickly along the original road. This bald man could be regarded as a pervert. He would do anything for the sake of his lower body. He was so lawless! (End of chapter)
