"Target, Barron family, kill!" After learning about the origin of the killer, Han Dazui took out a black communication device the size of a palm and entered a string of symbols.

Whoever dares to deal with him must have the awareness of waiting for death.

At the same time, the metal iron window in the underground darkroom of the second-floor villa of Han Dazui suddenly opened, and more than a dozen large military aviation vehicles carried two or three hundred strong men carrying various guns and carrying gilded machetes quickly set off. A choking thick oil smoke gushed out, and the aviation vehicles were gone while breathing.

Han Dazui didn't care about the resistance and blockage that Daqiang and the brothers led by Niu Lou would face. What he faced was even more dangerous. With his second-level armored soldiers, he could imagine the dangers of dealing with more than twenty killers of at least four-level armored soldiers.

This was also his first time fighting a real warrior in person.

The battle between life and death!

The light emitted by the communication device just now seemed to attract the attention of a killer. Han Dazui suddenly found a two-meter-high killer with brown eyes walking towards the alley where he was.

The debris under his feet and the wooden slag could not bear the killer's heavy weight, making a squeaking sound.

The killer is getting closer!

Han Dazui completely hid in the garbage dump, and his head was covered with a pile of used newspapers.

After a little stretch, Han Dazui suddenly had a dark dagger on his right hand. The dagger was three inches long and three blood grooves on the horizontal surface perfectly extended to the tip of the knife until it became a bit the size of a grain of rice. This was the credit of General Black. It was completely impossible to create such a perfect one by manual casting.

Needless to say, the material of the dagger is, what material is the body of the head of the coffin, and what material is the dagger. I believe that with its sharpness, stabbing people and stabbing metal are completely different concepts.

The Brown-Eyed Killer did not discover where Han Dazui was, but if Han Dazui took action, it would definitely alarm other killers.

It is better to start first, this is Han Dazui's way of dealing with it. He dared not conclude that more than 20 killers could not find this corner that was not difficult to find before dawn.

Ten meters, eight meters, five meters.

In the flash, a bloated obese black shadow suddenly appeared in the garbage dump.

This black shadow was completely beyond imagination, as fast as lightning, and its body was completely out of nowhere, like a steel plate, thrusting towards the killer's heart.

puff!

Han Dazui is extremely familiar with the symphony of metal and flesh.

ah!

In an instant, the killer screamed. At such a close distance, even the four-stage armored soldiers could not resist the sharpness of the dagger.

What's even more terrifying is that the accuracy of the dagger is the center of the life.

The howling was completely the instinct of flesh and blood.

The poor killer, without even summoning the armor, was killed by Han Dazui.

Whoosh swish swish swish!

After dealing with a killer, Han Dazui did not dare to stay in place and rushed towards the deeper part of the alley.

At the same time, other killers heard the abnormal movements here and rushed over after hearing the news.

After Moen, who was protected by a group of guards, his eyes suddenly turned bloody when he saw the corpse under his feet. This was the Qijiashi who was trained by their family for so much resources and hard work. He died so ignorantly and neatly.

"Chasing me, kill him at all costs," Moen roared, leaving his subordinate's body and ran away.

The stone-made red sand castle could not withstand the powerful artillery fire of the Cialis. Unless it was absolutely necessary, the Barron family would not dare to use Cialis in the densely populated areas of the Red Sandcastle. This was also a chance for Han Dazui.

The killer behind him was getting closer and closer, and Han Dazui's extreme speed was completely inferior to that of the killer.

"What should I do?" Cold sweat soaked his windbreaker. "If they caught up, it would be a place where there would be no burial. I am afraid that even the body would be chopped into pieces by them and become the dog food for a certain wolf dog. If the head of a large coffin was called, it would not only be besieged by more than 20 fourth-class armored soldiers, but also implicated many innocent civilians."

"If I really force me to get angry, even if I destroy the Red Sandcastle, I will destroy you." Han Dazui didn't have a chance. Nearly a hundred wap grenades and an H150 neutral particle cannon in the space of the armor, which is enough to blow the entire Red Sandcastle into the sky. This is the inventory of the armor general, and it is not a piece of cake to deal with dozens of armored soldiers. Besides, relying on the super-strength metal purified by the mysterious ring, the defense strength of the large coffin head is definitely outstanding among the armored armored soldiers at the level of armored soldiers.

At the end of the alley is a row of metal iron mesh more than ten meters high. It takes time to climb the iron mesh. The killer behind him is less than a hundred meters away, and Han Dazui has nowhere to escape.

bass!

The dagger appeared, and more than 20 soldiers from the Barron family had surrounded them. Their eyes were all red. It was obviously because of the death of their companions just now, which stimulated them too much.

"Moen, you idiot, do you think I can't recognize you if you wear the Hebrew family's emblem and headscarf? The waste looks like a waste, no matter how much you hide it, it is still a waste." Han Dazui pulled out a cigarette from his leather jacket pocket, lit it casually, and glanced at the familiar figure in the killer group indifferently.

"Hmph! So what if you guess it? It's not a lamb to be slaughtered, today is your death. Look at you still a character, I will prepare a coffin for you with gold casting, hahahaha..." Moen's laughter was a little crazy, and the resentment he had vented over the past three years, which made him feel a little perverted and refreshed.

"Oh... stupid people are always stupid people, and wastes are always wastes. When you face problems, you always take it for granted. I, Han Dazui, have been at this position today. Even if you have no choice but to do anything, you, a stubborn guy, can you destroy me?" Han Dazui swept around these so-called powerful warriors and secret guards held by the Barron family in contempt, and snorted contemptuously, "From the moment I debuted three years ago, I have vowed not to be bullied by others again. Now I have done it. Who dares not look at me directly at the entire Red Sandcastle? Who dares to point at my nose and curse me? No one, no one has the courage. Because, all the fools who ridicule, ridicule, bully me, and insult me ​​have all seen the King of Hell."

"Hmph! That's because you have a backer. If I stood in your position, I, Moen, could do it." Moen pulled off the black scarf and revealed a hideous and ugly face. "Haha... Now the meteorites have fallen, and only a stinky woman who has been ruined. Without a backer, ** is a cricket, a bed bug that has been played with and fought by others, haha..."

"Hmph! Just you? If you forget, I can remind you. Three years ago, when the Meteorite Team first came to the Red Sand Castle, it seemed that the only one of the Red Sand Castle was the only one who picked up garbage and asked for leftovers in the whole Red Sand Castle. This is the difference between me and you." Han Damu pointed at Moen's nose and said contemptuously: "You can't do it, you can never do it."

Moen was laughed at by his opponent pointing at his nose, making him angry. He shouted angrily, "It's useless to say anything more. As long as you are destroyed, everything will belong to mine."

"You want it, right?" Han Dazui took out the certified badge from the Black Dragon Legion's Devil Schoolyard. The moonlight reflected from the dagger shone on the badge, which was quite eye-catching.

As long as you have a badge, as long as you can enter the Black Dragon, the Red Sand Castle, even if even the White Horse Star Domain belongs to ours, they belong to our Barron family. Moen's eyes changed a little, and he remembered his father's expectations for him before the action.

"I want it, it should be my thing. The only thing that Red Sandcastle has the ability to own it is me, Moen, and only my Destroyer U5 will have the chance to embark on the road to a real strong man, and your star cricket is always just a crawler trampled by others."

"Bah!" Han Dazui thought of being plotted against others, and anger suddenly ignited in his chest, "Stop talking nonsense, come, if you are not afraid of death, come."

"Who killed him for me and gave me a reward of 1 million star yuan." In order to kill Han Dazui, the Barron family really did everything.

After hearing the signal of taking action, the killers rushed over like a group of hungry wolves.

A handful of blood-colored swords suddenly appeared in the darkness and were besieged by more than 20 people. Han Dazui had not experienced it before, but his opponent was no longer as good as before.

Clam!

clang!

The sound of metallic attacks was extremely harsh. The dagger and the blood-colored sword collided vigorously, but the result was beyond the expectations of all the killers.

The inconspicuous dark dagger cut off the blood-colored sword in half, and the fracture surface was as smooth as a mirror.

The killer with the broken knife retreated quickly, but Han Dazui suddenly felt a dangerous signal coming from behind.

Chih!

Another long blood-colored sword was slashing towards his neck. If he had a knife, he would have had his head broken.

In the flash of lightning, Han Dazui leaned against his body's keen instinct and bent his legs, barely avoiding the fate of being cut off. Then, he waved his left arm and another dagger stomped the long knife behind him.

At this time, the dagger seemed a little short. Taking advantage of the killer's shock at the hardness of the dagger, Han Dazui quickly changed two large Tang swords from the space.

The Tang sword is 1.25 meters long and 30 cm wide. The perfect curve is more eye-catching than the Crescent Moon. This is the weapon he is best at in three years. He also used two Tang swords to capture the position of the Black Boss.

Clam! Clam! Clam! Clam!

Han Dazui's steps were intertwined left and right, and as the Tang swords were waving, the blood-colored swords broke one after another.

Moen watched the situation anxiously, and after a while of thought, he quietly took out a BW3 automatic micro-sight gun from the armor space.

In Moen's opinion, it was a last resort to pay attention to using a gun, or the battle between cold weapons was more cruel, making him feel more exciting and refreshing.

Everything was ready, and Han Dazui didn't notice behind him at all, and a dark muzzle had already pointed at his back.

Although he is not a professional sniper, at such a close distance, Moon will surely be killed with a single shot with a short gun.

Squat, adjust, aim, everything is ready.

Moen's mouth finally curled up, forming a cruel arc, murmured gloomy: "Han Dazui, die!"
Chapter completed!