Continuous explosions stirred up bursts of black smoke.
The Guiwei team members wearing masks and helmets rushed into the Tao Zhu Building carrying their own equipment.
On the top floors of the building, although Guan Luoyang was alone, he was able to directly crush these celebrity villains with the most violent offensive. He came and went like the wind and was invincible. Naturally, these Ghost Cry members did not possess such force.
But they have cooperation between groups, and when launching raids, they are more meticulous and planned.
Some broke into the building directly from the ground floor and were responsible for blasting and feinting attacks. Others used climbing devices such as flying claws to directly reach a certain height, then broke the glass and rushed to the corridor to search and ambush.
Fleeing hastily from the upper floors, the magnificently dressed beasts died in groups under their guns and bombs. Things went so smoothly that even they themselves found it a bit unbelievable.
"Amitabha, Guanyin bless me, I can succeed so easily this time."
The facial features were completely hidden under the helmet and mask, and only the burly figure and hoarse voice indicated that the speaker should be a middle-aged man.
He led two assistants to fire a barrage of fire at the entrance of the stairs, killing and injuring most of the unprepared escapees.
At the corner of the stairs, when the reformed warriors reacted and were about to counterattack, the three of them tacitly threw a charged bomb that was about to explode at a touch, and quickly pounced to the side.
Boom! !
Explosive flames and shining arcs were moving in this section of the corridor at the same time, like the stench of burnt plastic and copper wires, and black smoke was spurting out.
"I will offer more incense and candles to the Bodhisattva when I get back!"
The man with the smoky voice hammered the floor and got up. His voice was so excited that he could not control himself.
In the past six months, they have been assassinating people in various places. Each time, they were just disguised as local motorcycle gangs and characterized as a common gang war. Kong Qingyun used his connections in the Ministry of Security to help cover up and confuse the public.
Even the official name of "Ghost Cry Team" is only known to them.
Acting so cautiously, in the final analysis, is because their strength is still weak. Once it is revealed that they are not gang members, but righteous people who want to take revenge on these evil parties, it will soon attract the attention of more gangs and put the Ghost Cry Team into trouble. A dangerous situation besieged on all sides.
Therefore, in their original plan, they never thought of attacking Tao Zhu Building head-on. They just wanted to wait until the banquet was over and everyone relaxed and returned home to ambush a few of the targets.
To be able to achieve such a result tonight was an unexpected surprise. The backbones of the team felt that this opportunity was once in a lifetime, and they must not waste a single moment to win the greatest victory.
The man with a smoky voice quickly met up with his companions and approached a commercial area in the front right.
The thirty floors below Tao Zhu Building are various shopping malls, restaurants, etc. available for rent.
The floor they are currently on seems to mainly sell clothes, bags, and cosmetics.
The display cabinets in the front area had been shattered by bomb fragments, and various cosmetics and perfumes were scattered among the broken glass and burning clothes.
Some of the companions were already fighting with others here and were in a stalemate. With the reinforcements brought by the man with a smoky voice, the situation was immediately restored.
Among the security personnel on the opposite side, there was a dexterous figure sneaking to the side.
Lang Feiyan's movements were like a nimble black cat, landing silently, preparing to make an arc around the rows of clothes hangers and containers to pounce on the smoky man and the others.
However, someone on the Devil May Cry team had been keeping an eye on her from the beginning.
despair! !
The premonition of danger caused Lang Feiyan to reverse his nimble steps, bending his waist like a bow and tipping backwards.
The gunfire rang out, and the cluster bullets came out of the barrel, forming a cone-shaped scatter attack, tearing apart the expensive furs, setting off sparks on the metal shelves opposite, and leaving numerous holes.
The shelf on the side was hit by Lang Feiyan's kick, and it flew up, carrying more than a dozen pieces of clothing and crashing into the gunman.
The man holding the gun was wearing a hoodie and a white helmet. He had the windshield lowered in front of him. He was short and thin and turned the gun in time.
But an arm suddenly lifted up from under the clothes hanger.
With well-proportioned bionic arms, black gauze-like sleeves, delicate skin, and even nails painted with danco, she must belong to a beauty.
But the stabbing thrust of the five slender fingers together destroyed the central structure of the gun, causing the gun handle to fly up.
Lang Feiyan's arm cut off the shelves from bottom to top. While more than a dozen pieces of clothing were scattered and flying, the other hand whipped out with the tail of a snake.
The edge of the five fingers cut off more than half of the windshield on the gunman's helmet.
The martial art called Bancasila is popular in the East Kaliman allies, and its main purpose is to imitate many beasts in nature. The most common ones are monkeys, white eagles, tigers, and pythons and poisonous snakes.
When Lang Feiyan's arms swung, it was like a poisonous snake flying, and when the pace of his feet changed, it was like a tiger pounce, slap, and sweep its tail.
The gunman also had mechanical arms, but he was completely unable to keep up with the opponent's fighting skills. He awkwardly avoided the heavy stamp that was enough to crush the steel plate, but he could not avoid the shovel attack with a low foot.
He could only retreat backwards in an almost rolling posture.
The comrades in the distance raised their guns to support him. Lang Feiyan's figure swayed and he dodged the series of shots. He lowered his body to the ground and swept out with one long leg, kicking the gunman in the face.
Many clothes hems were shaking, and rags and down caused by the shooting were flying everywhere.
The gunman who fell on the ground crossed his arms to block the kick, slid out a distance, and suddenly knocked his clenched fists on the ground.
Small cracks were knocked out on the smooth tiles, and Lang Feiyan clearly heard the sound of the spring-type contact switch of the electric storage bomb being triggered.
Using two bombs at this distance is simply suicide.
Lang Feiyan's pupils shrank slightly, and with a flick of her waist, she hurriedly stood up and shot backwards.
The opponent threw a bomb, but before it could catch up with Lang Feiyan, it exploded in mid-air, with fragments and arcs of electricity shooting out.
The thin gunman rolled out, his helmet fell off, revealing a ponytail tied with a rubber band, and the blood in his mouth was stained on the mask.
Lang Feiyan fell to the ground and staggered two steps. The bionic skin of the two long legs was damaged and scorched black, and the metal skeleton was even exposed at the knees.
The injury was not serious, but the high-voltage arc from the electric bomb affected the Zhenling Machinery and gave her a severe headache.
At that moment, someone stabbed her from behind.
It takes less than half a second to take a 40-centimeter-long dagger out of its sheath.
Lang Feiyan turned around stiffly, and the narrow wound on his back burst open, spurting out blood.
The true spiritual energy transmitted along the spinal nerves caused her to lose control of her lower limbs after her lumbar vertebrae were cut diagonally.
Snapped!
Lang Feiyan fell to the ground, and the wave of people she brought with her had also been wiped out.
The man with short hair and a mask who wielded a short knife ran to help the injured man with a ponytail, and said in a young voice: "How are you?"
"me……"
The pony-tailed girl pulled off her mask, spit out a mouthful of blood, and stared at Lang Feiyan, "Vice Captain, is she dead?"
"There's still one breath left."
The vice-captain helped her over, pulled out a three-edged military thorn from his calf and handed it to her.
The ponytail girl held the military spur in both hands and fell on Lang Feiyan, with the military spur pressing into her chest.
Lang Feiyan, who was already bleeding profusely, did not react violently to the stabbing, but only twitched. She looked up and saw the ponytail girl's face full of hatred, and smiled inexplicably.
"why are you laughing?"
The pony-tailed girl stirred the military thorn, "Do you still remember Li Zhang from Zhenyuan Newspaper? Because he exposed the inside story of your hospital, you sent people to arrest him, and he was killed by a child... and you still laughed!"
"I don't remember, but there will be many people like you who will not live a good life because of me, but I have a wonderful life. Well, that makes me very happy."
Lang Feiyan's smile, amidst Jun Ci's frenzied ups and downs, became spasmodic, twisted, ugly, and even cold.
The vice-captain held the ponytail girl's shoulders and said, "Okay, killing this scum is the best outcome. It's not worth it for you to continue to feel uncomfortable because of her words."
"I have given you half a minute. The other teams have advanced to the upper level. There is no more time to waste. Lao Jiu, your hand is also injured. Take Xiao Li away first, and the others will continue to act."
Everyone around him responded and left the sales area, heading to the nearest stairs.
Suddenly, the few people at the front flew over without warning, hitting the ceiling and hitting their companions behind.
At the top of the stairs, Liu Jingtang held a black pager in his hand and looked down at it with an inexplicable expression.
He kept listening to Fan Buchou's movements on the other end of the pager. He heard the Fan family's father and son rushing onto the rooftop, and heard Fan Minzhi's shouting.
Then there was the roaring wind and the sound of collisions, and Fan Buchou's boxing skills climbed to the top with the sound of the whistle.
Just now, when he stepped onto this floor, there was a loud bang and the pager on the other end was shattered, and all the sounds stopped abruptly.
At that moment, he casually knocked away several Guiwei members.
On the way up the stairs, this was not the first time that Liu Jingtang encountered these gunfight scenes, but he had previously been focused on catching up to the rooftop, so he ignored these scenes, and others could not see his whereabouts at all. .
But now... Fan Buchou... is probably dead, right?
Liu Jingtang seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, a little distracted.
The Guiwei team members who had injured their comrades by him had already raised their guns together.
The gunshots were as dense as raindrops, and the bullets were like thousands of chaotic flashes of light, leaving the area riddled with holes.
Liu Jingtang only moved one step laterally and moved out of the entire area, avoiding the rain of bullets in advance.
At a banquet like today, he was still wearing the windbreaker. In the strong wind, he turned around as easily as a stream flowing around a rock, and he had already cut into the Ghost Crying team members from another angle.
Several more team members flew out.
The vice-captain pushed his knees down and leaned his upper body forward. At the moment when his companion's figure flew out in front of him, his left thumb pressed the red button on the scabbard at his waist.
This scabbard is like a short silver-white stick, with a multi-layered geometric pattern on the surface. It is obviously made up of different parts, with many electronic components hidden inside.
Electric current connection, electromagnetic induction, acceleration, and the magnetized metal blade ejected from the sheath.
The timing of the force exerted by the hand holding the knife was perfect. The ejection force from the scabbard and the force of the mechanical arm connected with each other, changing the trajectory of the direct shot of the knife and accelerating the knife again.
The new chapter of Shinto Mu-Nen-ryu, Twelve-inch Electromagnetic Sword Drawing Technique!
The sword flashed and stopped without a trace.
The sound of the sword being unsheathed was heard, and a thin stream of white smoke came out from the mouth of the scabbard.
The vice-captain had an expression of disbelief on his face.
His sword was learned from a boastful ancient Japanese swordsmanship teacher at the New Magang Children's Palace. In fact, it was a unique skill that the teacher himself had not mastered.
When he came to him, ever since he mastered it, he has been invincible, and even once cut a missile open so that it did not have time to explode.
But today's knife was actually held by the man in front of him with three fingers.
It's the thumb, index finger and middle finger of Liu Jingtang's right hand.
Although the bionic skin on his fingers could not withstand the sudden pressure and cracked, the man in the trench coat who took the blow still looked absent-minded, still holding the pager in his left hand.
Ding! !
The blade broke, and the broken blade penetrated the deputy captain's left shoulder. The impact of the blade made his whole body lean back.
The broken blade flew nearly a hundred meters and penetrated the glass curtain wall.
The traces left on the tempered glass were only the small chip where the tip of the knife penetrated, and no cracks spread to the surrounding areas.
The surrounding Ghost Cry members all pulled off the electric bombs on their belts in unison, wanting to die with the man in front of them.
Fortunately, before their bomb had time to trigger, there was a tremor on the ceiling.
A ray of silver light penetrated the ceiling and drew a circle. The thick concrete and the thick steel bars inside were cut and broken, and a large hole with a diameter of nearly half a meter was opened in the ceiling.
Kong Qingyun stepped on the piece of concrete and smashed it down, with a three-foot thin sword in his hand that was only as thick as his thumb.
"You guys go downstairs first."
The deliberately changed rough voice, with a familiarity that convinced all the team members, immediately pulled away the wounded.
Kong Qingyun stared at Liu Jingtang without even blinking.
Underneath this windbreaker man's lackluster appearance, there is a dangerous aura that is about to collapse.
It was when Kong Qingyun felt the momentum that made him feel like a light on his back upstairs that he chose to open the floor and rush down.
Before all the team members had evacuated, Liu Jingtang's eyes moved when the group had just walked a dozen meters, and Kong Qingyun took action first.
The light of the thin sword flickered, and nearly a hundred lights and shadows suddenly danced from Kong Qingyun's hand, like silver lights jumping up and down, and shot towards Liu Jingtang.
The sword in his hand is a by-product of Zhenling's mechanical technology.
For a long time, high-end research laboratories in various countries have been studying how to achieve the conduction of true spiritual electricity beyond human flesh and blood. An academic salon in Northern Europe has explored a synthetic material called "Pearl Steel".
Although this material cannot meet the requirement of "continuously transmitting true spiritual electricity outside the body", it does have extremely specific properties. Under the stimulation of true spiritual electricity, it can change from a state as soft as spider silk to as strong as diamond. transition between states.
Since Kong Qingyun obtained this material, he has painstakingly studied it.
The transition between extreme softness and extreme solidity makes his sword path strange and unpredictable. Wherever the true spiritual electricity goes, it can cut through ordinary firearms and bulletproof cars as easily as it cuts through tofu.
Liu Jingtang's expression became more solemn, and he held out his hands, allowing the pager in his left hand to be cut into four parts vertically and horizontally by the sword light.
The coordination of his arms and fingers was as agile as brushing off dew on rose petals at night. His arms danced with afterimages, and his fingers always flicked away the flickering rapier without missing a beat.
Not to mention the sword, it seems that even the invisible wind will be stopped by the operation of his hands when it flows to Liu Jingtang.
So much so that a vague circular wall of air appeared in front of him, and the edge seemed to be floating and expanding.
All things take advantage of the situation to seal off the stream!
Kong Qingyun's sword light could only splash circles on it, but he seemed to have been waiting for a long time. When the circular wall of air appeared, his body suddenly turned around.
The rapier in his hand reached its strongest state during this rotation.
The scene when he turns around and shakes his wrist is like an antelope looking back, a flying horse raising its hooves, and the swordsmanship is at its most ferocious, stabbing with explosive points.
The blade of the sword was almost too fast to be seen, and only the light from the tip of the sword was like raindrops made of diamond, densely hitting the air wall.
All things take advantage of the situation to destroy mountains and rivers and rain!
This style of swordsmanship and Liu Jingtang's boxing style are actually mutually reinforcing and incompatible.
Liu Jingtang's expression suddenly changed, the wall of energy in front of him shattered in an uproar, and the sword light like diamond raindrops shot straight towards his face.
The chill has penetrated to the point between the eyebrows.
Bang! ! ! !
Kong Qingyun flew backwards, and the remaining row of shelves was knocked down by him like dominoes. The sound of the bang, bang, bang, and crash extended into the distance.
He turned over, half sitting on the shelf, propped up on the ground with his sword, coughed twice violently, raised his head, and murmured incomprehensibly: "What is that?"
In his field of vision, Liu Jingtang's body was covered with subtle electric light, flickering, and a colorless ghost-like arrogance was twisting outside his body.
"It's just the second trend, nothing to be surprised about."
Liu Jingtang opened and closed his eyelids and actually answered his words.
That's right, no one has ever said that all things can only have one kind of momentum.
However, it has only been more than 40 years since the emergence of Zhenling mechanical technology. Among the six billion people in the world, not many can touch the existence of "potential", and even fewer can understand "potential".
So much so that Kong Qingyun never thought about how to seek and obtain the second potential?
But, in front of Liu Jingtang like this, what was there about that sword strike just now that made him change his face?
Not the power, but the origin.
"Although there are a lot of miscellaneous things mixed into the swordsmanship, the foundation is still the horse-shaped swordsmanship created by the Dai Xingyi Boxing School, the old master of the school, Dai Tianliu."
Liu Jingtang's voice was low, and he approached slowly. Every step he took, the tiles cracked silently.
"Which junior brother are you?"
"Junior brother?"
Kong Qingyun laughed sarcastically, "You're a traitor who violated the last wish of the old museum owner. Do you deserve to call me that?"
The back of Liu Jingtang's eyes trembled, and Hui Ran was angry: "Don't you want to say it? It doesn't matter. It will be clear when I take off your mask."
Kong Qingyun laughed twice, his sarcasm unchanged.
Just as Liu Jingtang was about to take action, there was a majestic shadow outside the glass curtain wall, falling straight down.
Guan Luoyang stepped on the missile launcher, dropped down from an altitude of 300 meters, jumped, broke through the glass curtain wall, and broke into the shopping mall.
Large pieces of glass three to four meters high were all shattered and moved with the strong wind.
Guan Luoyang crossed the distance of nearly a hundred meters in two steps and pushed Liu Jingtang away with one palm.
"Hahahaha, I was so unhappy that I couldn't start the fight directly last time. I was worried about where to find you, and I felt your momentum."
Guan Luoyang stood in front of Kong Qingyun and waved.
"Come on, come on, I'll beat you to death. Only then will the situation be stabilized today."
Two rubber friction tracks on the tiles, emitting green smoke, extended for more than ten meters, from Guan Luoyang's step forward to the soles of Liu Jingtang's shoes.
"It's you. Now that you're down, it seems that the Fan family father and son are really dead."
Liu Jingtang continued to speak.
Guan Luoyang has already taken action.
