Ta-ta-ta...ta-ta-ta...
The sound of leather shoes hitting the ground echoed in the passage.
If you listen carefully, you can see that it is two people walking in the passage. The one on the left is a white-haired old man wearing a black suit, with the temperament and posture of an elegant butler. On the right is a boy about fifteen or sixteen years old, with slightly hanging black hair and delicate facial features. Wearing a pair of calf-length boots and a black vest on his upper body, he looks low-key and elegant.
The white cuffs of the two people have an ancient silver-colored rotating eye child print, which seems to represent the crest of an ancient family.
Walking along the passage, the boy looked a little excited. A small fair face turned slightly red.
"Butler, those three people made such a big fuss. Isn't this a gang conflagration as mentioned in the magazine? The gangsters eat the gangsters?"
He talked about some uncommon words he occasionally learned and expressed his opinions: "There was a gunfight just now?"
The butler beside him nodded silently, and then said: "Master Youan, you are right. Judging from the scene where so many people fled in panic, there may be a large-scale gun confrontation inside. In addition, there is a high probability that there are more than three people. . Maybe there are other gunmen from the same gang as these three people. You can take a good guess at where this place is."
Euan thought for a moment: "Underground boxing ring? Or casino?"
He paused, recalling the clothes of the large number of guests who escaped from the passage before: "It's not a casino, it's an underground boxing ring..."
The butler nodded and then gave some guidance. Youan continued: "The boss of an underground boxing ring like this will definitely not have low black power, and there is a high probability that he has his own firearms smuggling channels. It is impossible to have heavy machine guns, and the probability of light machine guns is also very small. Most pistols, maybe There are submachine guns. There were quite a few men in black who just went against the flow of people toward the underground boxing ring like us. There were more than ten people I saw. The real number may be two or three times. 20 to 30 people may be armed with pistols and submachine guns. As a gang member, I need to at least maintain the bone armor defense at the metal level to avoid possible sudden attacks..."
The butler nodded again: "That's right."
As they talked, the two of them arrived at the last door of the underground boxing ring. Through the crack in the door, Youan could smell the strong smell of blood inside, which could not be concealed at all. He and the housekeeper looked at each other, and immediately stretched out their fingers to point between their eyebrows.
Under clothes, on the surface of skin. A layer of pale bone armor secreted from the pores like liquid and gradually solidified.
Within a moment, Youan was trapped in the white armored stomach.
The butler stood in front of him, with some pattern-like black bone fragments appearing on his face. The two wanted to watch the gang fight at close range as participants, so they would inevitably be attacked if they opened the door. In case of an accident, the butler will stand in front of the young master to absorb most of the bullets, and then encourage the young master to attack.
Naturally, he brought Young Master Youan here this time not just to let him see the dark side of society, where gangs fight and kill people, and to practice logical thinking and so on. The most important thing is to let this place become the breeding ground for Master Youan's first murder. Unlike ordinary people, how can he not be stained with blood while carrying a sharp weapon? It's time for Master Youan to understand the difference between them and ordinary people. Only flowers watered with blood can bloom brightly...
"Peng!"
The closed door was directly knocked open, and the butler rushed in first. The black bone spurs pierced the fabric, making it inexplicably ferocious.
However, the expected hail of bullets did not appear.
The entire underground boxing ring was eerily quiet.
The housekeeper glanced at the scene in front of him and paused.
From behind, Euan also rushed over. He took a quick step, his eyes widened, and he put his right hand on the wall. "vomit!"
"vomit……"
My stomach was churning with acid, and my dinner was vomited out. I sniffed through my nostrils, and my nausea and vomiting became more frequent.
"This... this is not like a gun battle..."
The butler also frowned in disgust. Although he had killed many people, he had never seen such a bloody scene.
There are bullet holes and potholes everywhere, the neatly arranged wooden seats are in a mess, and there are some broken corridors that seem to have been knocked out by brute force. As far as the eye can see, there are the main aisle, the audience seats, and the circular space next to the ring. All of them were corpses, numbering about half a hundred in total, and all were covered in flesh and blood, with missing limbs. You can often see hand and foot accessories scattered everywhere, lying limp and stuck to the ground.
The floor, walls, and aisles were also covered in blood. It's sticky and wet, and it feels extremely disgusting when you step on your leather shoes.
It's like a horrific scene reflected in hell.
People who are not mentally strong enough will faint from fear just by looking at him. It is normal for Master Youan to vomit non-stop like this.
After a minute of slowing down, Youan gradually stopped. It's not that I overcame nausea or anything, but that I vomited everything I could.
He gasped and turned his head. When he saw a headless corpse kneeling on the ground not far away, he couldn't help but retched twice.
"But...butler, isn't this a gang fight?"
Euan vomited until there were tears in the corners of his eyes.
"Things are unexpected, young master..."
He frowned and led Euan towards the main aisle of the center. Soon the two saw more than a dozen white human skeletons, as well as lumps of red meat stuck together. Youan didn't dare to look for a moment, closed his eyes and let the housekeeper hold him.
But the smell of blood on the tip of his nose continued to make him nauseated.
The housekeeper reached out his hand solemnly and observed it carefully. Shockingly, he discovered that there was no shred of meat attached to the skeleton in front of him, and the cook untied the cow until it was clean.
"This...how is this done?"
He was a bit incomprehensible.
"Pah!" Youan next to him suddenly exclaimed.
The housekeeper turned around and saw two round eyes on the ground. One was still intact, but the other was stepped on.
"Butler, let's go back, I don't want to be here anymore..."
Youan finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the trace of shame in his heart was defeated. He seems to have left quite a psychological shadow now. How did the gang war become a flesh and blood factory?
Because the scene in the underground boxing ring revealed signs of unknown danger, the housekeeper nodded simply. Then he wanted to take Youan back the same way, but there were footsteps approaching quickly in the passage. The pace is chaotic, and their number is not small.
The next second, seven or eight strong men in black uniforms rushed out of the passage. He holds a pistol in his right hand and shoots on sight.
"Kill them both!
! "Some leader shouted.
Suddenly, gunpowder smoke and sparks erupted from the barrel of the raised pistol, and bullets passed through and shot through the air.
The bullets hit Euan and the housekeeper but were blocked by bone armor.
A burst of golden sparks exploded.
"You misunderstood, we didn't do it here!" Youan shouted while dodging, and the explanation was extremely pale.
The gunman had no intention of stopping the attack.
"Master, don't talk nonsense to these mortals! Let's go straight out!" A fierce glint flashed in the butler's eyes. He vaguely noticed that the two of them seemed to have been unintentionally drawn into a dangerous whirlpool. The most important thing is to get out of here first!
"Get away!
! "
He roared, and six sharp bone claws instantly sprouted from the backs of his hands. He rushed into the group of gunmen and danced fiercely.
Some strong men had their wrists cut off in half and were bleeding profusely, some had a disfiguring scar on their faces, and some had bloodstains more than ten centimeters long on their chests. But they continued to rush in as if nothing was wrong, with no expression of pain on their faces.
They look like numb and stiff dolls.
The gunmen put aside their guns one after another, put their hands on the torn wounds, and actually pulled out blood-red cold weapons from inside. Spiked gloves, axes, broadswords, spears...
After pulling it out, those seemingly terrible injuries healed quickly. Granulation squirmed disgustingly at the site of the wound.
And at the same time, a series of footsteps came from behind the passage, as if enemy reinforcements were still approaching.
"Master, let's go over there!"
The housekeeper jumped back and caught the somewhat confused Youan. Run quickly towards the other passage.
And these men in black followed closely behind.
There were also some corpses in the passage, but the deaths were clean and tidy, not as bloody and cruel as in the underground boxing ring.
The housekeeper held Euan in one hand and turned into a black afterimage and ran quickly. To be honest, he regretted a little. He shouldn't have brought the young master out today to see the world and practice. The world I saw today was so big that I had never even seen it!
So, why would three seemingly stupid gangsters get involved in such a dangerous and extraordinary incident? !
Isn't it a little too unprofessional?
If you are a gangster and just shoot and kill people, why do you want to get involved in the dangerous whirlpool of such extraordinary events? Are you worried about your fate? He also inadvertently involved himself and the young master...
The butler swore that if he could see those three stupid woodchucks, he would kick their butts with Master Euan's leather shoes. Oh, what a terrible situation.
After taking several turns in the passage, the housekeeper got a little lost. There are several forks in the road leading to nowhere.
He picked one at random and rushed over.
The speed was very fast, and he passed through the underground passage in a whoosh.
There were many crystal lamps hanging in the hall, and the bright light they brought made the butler squint his eyes slightly, and he glanced over.
Then I saw three stupid prairie dogs in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, grinding their teeth and sucking blood. The scene was murderous.
The white-haired one brandished his whip, hung the man in the air, strangled him, and tore off his head. The blond's two fingers were like spears, easily piercing the opponent's brow bone and heart. Black hair is the most brutal.
The whole thing is a human-shaped flesh-picking knife. The flesh and bones are split into two parts where the bloody figure passes. The killing is like a work of art.
There is a unique and enchanting beauty that cannot be explained.
Looking at their opponents again, they were clearly the same weirdo accomplices they had fought with before. Now they are being slaughtered like a group of pigs, as if the fish on the eucalyptus board have no resistance at all.
very good.
Escape and escape to the most dangerous center of the whirlpool.
The housekeeper gave himself a slap in the heart.
He immediately wanted to take the young master back the same way, but another series of footsteps followed in the passage, and it was the gunmen from before. And the number of people was much larger than before.
There were two or three others wearing black robes, exuding a mysterious aura. Apparently the leader of the group.
A sense of danger flashed through the butler's heart, and he quickly turned sideways to avoid getting caught between the two groups of people.
as expected.
The gunmen who rushed out of the passage were all attracted by the three people who were killing people in the middle of the casino, and only a few came towards them.
boom!
A gunman was blown away by the huge force and spun rapidly in the air. The blood spurting out of his mouth turned into red mist.
The man in black robe who led the team reached out to catch it and looked down. But it was found that the gunman was dead and his body functions and vitality were completely lost.
He snorted coldly and threw it away.
Then he stepped on the ground and rushed over with a swish.
The target is the nearest card repair.
A black shadow enveloped the wind and waves and arrived in an instant. A white and slender hand came out of the cloak and slapped Kaxiu's vest hard.
This time, some kind of explosive technique was used. The palm of the hand accelerated in the air instantly, squeezing the airflow and slamming it down.
Card Xiu was naturally aware of it. He used brute force with his left hand to knock an enemy away, and then made a big swing with his right arm. A reverse elbow hit him and hit the palm hard.
After a collision, the man in black robe stumbled backwards, and Card Xiu's hasty response also gave him a slight elbow. He narrowed his eyes and looked over, his eyes mainly focused on a few men in black robes.
"After killing so many young bodies of the Blood Spirit Society, has the complete body of Dead Blood finally arrived?" He held up the high platform with both hands and flew over like a cannonball, facing the gunmen's hail of bullets.
The first two Blood Spirit Guild gunmen were unlucky enough to be kicked in two, while the rest quickly dispersed and surrounded them.
Seemingly realizing that guns were useless against Ka Xiu, they all tore wounds on their bodies and took out weapons from the blood.
But Card Xiu didn't pay much attention to the reactions of these Blood Spirit Society gunmen. Most of his attention was focused on the men in black robes. He stretched out his hands, as if teleporting, and suddenly appeared on the side of the black-robed man who first collided with him.
The right arm was torn apart at will with a flick of a claw.
Unexpectedly, the man in black robe was very agile and used some familiar pace skills to avoid the claw from the front.
The sharp claws swished and tore the black hood apart.
Her dark green hair was waving wildly, exposed to the bright yellow light. Immediately afterwards, a fair and beautiful face rearranged itself, with narrow and charming eyes that were sharp.
The slender neck has an obviously protruding Adam's apple.
Card Xiu suddenly froze in place, enduring a painless blow from the two Blood Spirit Society members next to him. He stared deeply at this face, and the memory that had been sealed in his mind seemed to resurface again, that figure with dark green hair.
The two faces in sight and memory quickly overlapped.
"Third senior brother, Gordon Lanxi..."
