On each floor of the Tao Zhu Building, excluding the elevator, there are three stairwells and a newly opened emergency escape passage.
After Guan Luoyang left the hall, he rushed to the nearest staircase.
The complex turns of the corridors and the layout of workstations in the building affected his speed to a certain extent, but he was still far ahead of the rushing crowd.
At the stairs, a large group of bodyguards separated the crowd, maintaining a certain formation, and evacuated one by one, guarding their employer with full vigilance.
Here in Xinma Port, few people with status dare to completely hand over their safety to the security company. The bodyguards around them are all trained by themselves.
It can be said that they are simply thugs and killers supported by high salaries. Usually, these bodyguards are sent to solve many major life cases.
Therefore, the loyalty of these bodyguards is extraordinary. Even if it is only for their own interests, they will do their best to protect their employers.
The moment Guan Luoyang arrived here, the several bodyguards who were still at the entrance of the stairs were already hit hard by each one, and they were thrown away. The wall they hit was dented, and they were trapped in it in a crooked posture.
The remaining people, in fear, raised their guns towards the stairs without any reason. Guan Luoyang fell downstairs in an instant, dispelling a large amount of air with his hands, and slapped the people in the front row with a loud explosion.
Four or five people were squeezed by this palm force and air wave. In one shot, they lost their feet and fell like a wall of people, pressing down on the stairs. In this entire section of twenty-five steps, everyone They were all knocked to pieces.
There were sounds of broken bones and vomiting blood.
On the turning platform between this flight of stairs and the next flight of stairs, a fat man with a rich face wearing black-rimmed glasses was sitting there, his flesh-colored painted metal palm hurriedly raising a gun.
Since the development of Zhenling mechanical technology, most people with high status have made some mechanical modifications to have stronger self-protection capabilities.
However, many people do not have enough time and perseverance to exercise. Even after modification, they still trust the power of firearms more. For them, the manipulator is just convenient for using some heavier and more powerful firearms.
In terms of using guns, this person obviously has a lot of experience.
Wang Shuisheng, the helmsman of Leopard Head Magazine and many entertainment studios and shooting clubs, and a close collaborator of Ge Shu, uses overlord contracts, intimidation, kidnapping, and videotapes to control a large number of people who have dreams of going to film and television. Young people developing in the entertainment industry.
As for the songwriter industry, plagiarism suppresses creative newcomers and grafts copyrights to obedient people. There are countless such things.
Most of the young people were deemed to be of low value and were forced to prostitute themselves while drinking. Occasionally, those who succeeded in becoming stars would cooperate with Ge Shu to launder illegal money.
Guan Luoyang's figure flashed across the entire staircase like a ghost, and before Wang Shuisheng pulled the trigger, he turned the gun.
The silver-gray "Shadow Hunter" pistol, with large-caliber scatter bullets, was specially developed by the Western European Adolf Company to be used by ordinary people against transformed warriors.
The moment the bullet came out of the chamber, it burst from a cluster into multiple tiny steel needles, leaving multiple inconspicuous blood holes on the lower half of Wang Shuisheng's face and chest.
Because the muzzle of the gun was lowered, his brain did not die immediately. He could feel the severe pain that was so strong that he lost his voice. His body was like a toad stimulated by electric current, and he twitched twice before dying.
Guan Luoyang chased down the corridor. Wherever he passed, batches of dead and injured people fell in confusion.
Those leaders who once made others suffer through distant instructions or a hint or two will only die in pain and with resentment after retribution befalls them.
Guan Luoyang arrived at the fifty-seventh floor and was looking for other people in the long corridor without lights. He suddenly stopped and turned to look at the frosted glass next to him.
It was originally where the employees of Tao Zhu Group worked. The thin green lacquered stainless steel baffles, desktops, and computers were divided into small compartments. Long fluorescent tubes and electric fans were hung from the ceiling. The big air conditioner was in the corner, but it was full of dust.
There was no light inside at this moment, the door was locked, and it was dark.
But at this distance, from Guan Luoyang's hearing, a thin wall and frosted glass could not cover up the dozens of violently accelerating heartbeats in the room.
Guan Luoyang pressed his palm against the glass, and the intensity of his heartbeat increased to another level.
Someone couldn't bear it and stood up with a gun, but the glass shattered into thousands of pieces, like a crystal clear and dangerous heavy rain flying by.
The vibrating force in the crane's fist allowed Guan Luoyang's pressure to transmit its force to every corner of the large glass window.
Even the glass at the opposite corner of the frame was nearly two meters away from Guan Luoyang's hand. When it was ejected, its power was no less than that of a strong crossbow.
Many fragments were directly nailed to the opposite indoor wall, and anyone who had just stood up had fallen down with shiny pieces of glass stuck in them.
After escaping, raising their guns, and shooting, the remaining people knew that they had been completely exposed, and the last bit of luck in their hearts was wiped out, so they rushed out of their hiding places to fight.
The bodyguard's mechanical arm suddenly exerted force, and the tables fixed to the ground by screws could not stop the violence of the Zhenling Machinery. Several tables flew up one after another and hit Guan Luoyang.
But those astonishingly heavy tables would only become more fragile when facing Guan Luoyang, even as light as a tennis racket, which he would pick up in his hand and smash or throw.
There was chaos in the room, and heavy objects roared in, knocking the bodyguards away and smashing them down in groups.
The bullet exploded the office computer flying in the air, and the electric sparks flashed, illuminating Guan Luoyang's face.
"Guan Luoyang, it's you!"
Next to the water dispenser, a well-dressed, thin old man exclaimed in shock.
Fang Jianping, the director of Jushan Mental Hospital and one of Lang Feiyan's collaborators, had met Guan Luoyang before at a cocktail party organized by Fan Minzhi.
He was also the one who led everyone to make a judgment at the moment of panic and suggested that they all hide in this big office.
He often assisted Lang Feiyan to produce a large number of certificates of mental illness, attacked public opinion and even used coercion to kidnap target persons instructed by Lang Feiyan.
He published widely in newspapers and magazines, advocating some of the potential symptoms of mental illness that he had fabricated, and with the help of the Tao Zhu Group, he became the number one authority on mental illness in the southwest community.
Lures a large number of uninformed parents to send their teenagers to his hospital, where they pay expensive treatment fees all year round in exchange for a life of imprisonment, discipline, and brainwashing.
The moment he made a sound, Guan Luoyang turned his eyes and landed on him. He closed the two tables in his hands and smashed them together.
The bucket on the water dispenser was smashed, water splashed, and Fang Jianping was embedded under the deformed table.
The sounds of screaming and fighting almost spread throughout this floor.
Hundreds of meters away, the person who was hurriedly looking for the stairs to go to the next floor looked even more panicked and gloomy at the sound.
"What's going on? How many people carried out this attack?"
"What does the Tao Zhu Group do for food? Is Fan Buchou an old fool?"
"Everyone, everyone, listen to me, we people will definitely not be able to stop this situation. We should not just go down, but rather go up. If we can get together with the top management of Tao Zhu Group, we will be much safer. "
The speaker pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, sweating profusely, and said as he walked, "In addition, you can let your bodyguards eat this to stimulate their potential."
Liu Kan, the district director of the Xinmagang Southwest Innovation and Technology Park, in order to pursue performance, received a large number of abductees transported from the Tao Zhu Group, and conducted experiments related to drugs and Zhenling Machinery on living people.
Eight years ago, a scam called "brain-beneficial bacteria" with neurostimulant and mild dependence was created. Before the potion caused public panic, protests, and the suspension of production, a total of 2,396 elderly people in various places had suffered from brain failure, sudden death or death. Vegetative state.
As for those who have become dependent and have caused their children to go bankrupt, there is no accurate statistics.
But after he took in all the benefits, he passed the responsibility to a small research and development team under his subordinates and escaped unscathed.
At this time, following Liu Kan's words, the bodyguards around him took out their medicine boxes.
Others either ignored their questions and walked in a hurry, while others treated the dead horse as a living horse doctor and asked those around them to take the medicine.
At the critical moment of life and death, what Liu Kan took out this time was not a fake. It was a pure white capsule. It was a special stimulant that was tested on a large number of young people.
True Spirit Electricity originates from the brain. This type of stimulant can temporarily put a person's brain into a state of overload. There is a certain probability of causing coma and damage to the cardiovascular and cerebrovascular vessels, but the effect is extremely fast.
When he brought these medicines this time, he originally planned to wait until the second half of the banquet to find Fan Buchou to get more "investment".
The medicine took effect very quickly. The bodyguards' faces were slightly swollen and their breathing soon became heavy. Tiny blue and purple blood vessels could be seen on their ears. The mechanical limbs suddenly received stimulation from the true spiritual electric energy far exceeding the normal power. , making a small scream.
This group of people quickly changed their mode of action and were rushed away by the bodyguards.
When Guan Luoyang followed the particularly heavy footsteps and screams here, the bodyguard at the back was able to notice it in advance and turned his head and waved his arms.
But that's all.
The gap between them cannot be bridged by medicine at all.
Guan Luoyang's body almost seemed to have not touched the ground, and he was suddenly pressed close to his face. When the other party raised his arm, the shadow of a hand knife struck the bodyguard's side.
The body, which was so fast that it left an afterimage, shuttled among the group of people. Wherever it passed, these people either fell to the ground or bent over and flew around.
Liu Kan was slapped on the head and fell to his knees.
call out! !
A butterfly knife suddenly screamed in the air and flew over.
Guan Luoyang flipped his wrist and hit the side of the blade with his middle finger. The blade tilted and hit the corner, cracking the entire tile next to the corner.
Ahead, in the extra large open space at the junction of the corridors and stairs on both sides, a slovenly, smoking man with an open coat and a red flower in his coat pocket walked over.
"You are that Xiao Fan's new subordinate, huh? Old man Fan's vision is no longer good for ushering a wolf into the house. If this matter is solved by an outsider, I'll see what explanation he gives."
There are four top-level gangs in Xinma Port. In addition to Tao Zhu Group, there are also Chaotianhui, Longxiang Group and Shushi. Fan Minzhi’s coming-of-age ceremony was held in such a grand manner. Naturally, all three gangs also sent people to come. congratulate.
Long Xiang and Shu Shi sent high-level figures with a mild attitude toward the outside world.
However, Chaotianhui, the only one that maintained the establishment of Tangkou Xiangzhu, directly sent out their top five tough people.
This person is Wang Jiu Ming, the leader of Chaotianhui's "Foreign Patrol Wind" hall and the person in charge of Chaotianhui's external efforts.
Guan Luoyang was somewhat impressed by him and took a different breath: "There are still people who take the initiative to die."
His waist sank slightly, and a quick punch rushed through the air gap twenty meters away in the blink of an eye, hitting Wang Jiu Ming's chest.
The hem of Wang Jiiming's clothes swayed and was torn apart by Guan Luoyang's punch. However, his body dodged the punch and stood up, with his feet actually stepping on the wall next to him.
despair! !
When Wang Jieming's feet stepped on the wall, the arc between the front and back feet changed. The surface of the leather shoes looked like patterns, but they served as the connection between the front and rear soles, revealing a metallic luster.
This man is not wearing shoes at all, but his mechanical feet are directly shaped into the shape of black flat leather boots, and there are many sensors on the soles of the feet, which can convert the true spiritual energy into electrostatic adsorption similar to that of a gecko climbing a wall. form.
This clever design allows Wang Jiu Ming to walk on any plane in the three-dimensional space as if he were walking on flat ground.
Since birth, humans have been accustomed to moving on the ground. Even if they are in a three-dimensional environment, they can rarely use fulcrums other than the ground to exert force.
Wang Jiiming, on the other hand, has long been accustomed to fighting on this three-dimensional battlefield. His room for movement and dodge is far greater than that of ordinary opponents, and he will also make his opponents feel strongly unfamiliar and misjudged.
Hanging upside down on the ceiling, he moved around wildly, dodging Guan Luoyang's several consecutive punches. At the same time, a crescent-like silver-white metal arc was pulled out between his arms.
The killer skills that were first inherited from the Kingdom of Persia were sublimated by Wang Jieming. The knife stretched out from the mechanical arms, and the pleasure of three-dimensional cutting was like cutting paper and cutting grass, or cutting a mat with a quick knife.
The silhouette of the knife wielder was running in a spiral, traveling back and forth between the ceiling, wall and floor, and the arc-shaped knife was cutting from countless unexpected and tricky angles.
Guan Luoyang was forced to retreat suddenly, suddenly stamped the ground out of the pit with his feet, opened his bow left and right, hit the walls on both sides, and then leaned forward with a palm.
As the four walls vibrated at the same time, Guan Luoyang's arms were like picturesque Tai Chi, and he was three feet inside the dojo. Taking advantage of the high-speed movement, he stirred up chaotic airflow and created a cold air vortex in the corridor ahead.
The three-dimensional narrow space can be used by Wang Jiiming, and naturally it can also be used by Guan Luoyang.
A whirlwind swept past, and Wang Jiu Ming's figure was knocked unstable by the air current. A palm came from the center of the air vortex and hit him on the stomach. His fingers spread out and his palm stretched out.
Bang! ! !
Wang Jioming flew straight to the end of the corridor, hit the wall and fell.
"I said you came here to die."
Guan Luoyang took a few steps forward, heard the noise, and turned to look upstairs.
A bodyguard wearing the uniform of Tao Zhu Group appeared on this staircase.
Among the crowd at the back, Fan Buchou and Fan Minzhi stood together.
Fan Minzhi was shocked and said: "You..."
Fan Buchou raised his hand, interrupted him, looked solemn, and rebuked categorically.
"kill!"
