Chapter 640: Destroy the war!
He Zhuguo. To read the book ╋┞ `1=
The No. 1 killer in Kanto.
Eighteen years ago, this person washed threeteenteen mouths because of a squabble. Since then, it has been wanted all over the country. It remains a pending case.
Unexpectedly, in the past 18 years, he has been hiding in Yanjing to do such awkward activities, and he is also familiar with the road, making the best use of it.
Xiao Zheng not only heard the name of this person, but also knew that in order to wanted this person, the police lost no less than 20 front-line police officers. In the past, it was a sensational answer.
Unexpectedly today, he will encounter this famous killing madman at this moment. Listening to his remarks, it seems that in the past 18 years, I have experienced some storms and quite a bit of sentiment.
"Change some places." Xiao Zheng said, folded and walked toward an alley not far away.
Although it is late at night. But after all, it is the door of the hospital, there are cars popular people. It is inevitable that it will be affected.
Pick a quiet and remote corner, even if the game is dark and the blood flows into the river, you can clean up the mess and leave. I want to read books = 1 - k, a ^ n · s, h · uc · c
Xiao Zheng thinks like this, and He Zhuguo, who is still classified as a Class A wanted criminal, does not object. Despite his new identity, no one dares to check him.
The alley is a dead end. The more you go inside, the more filthy garbage bins, and the broken down pipes flow out dirty sewage. The mottled walls are covered with green moss. Even in Yancheng, a city with a lot of gold, you can't avoid the dark corners of this light.
Hey.
Xiao Zheng stopped and turned around. He Zhuguo, who was behind him, pulled out a sharp and **** cone. A thorn in the body, even if it is not a deadly part, can also spurt a large amount of blood in an instant, and died due to excessive blood loss.
Pickpockets, easy to use, and not tube products. Can carry it with you.
Xiao Zheng stared coldly at He Zhuguo, who could not wait to pull out his weapon. He knows that He Zhuguo is not arrogant, but merely kills and kills numbness. Simply treating this as a routine of an old wife, there is no sense of freshness, no stimulation, and no animalism in his body. I want to read a book w╬ww·1·c·c
In the face of He Zhuguo, who is full of killing spirits, Xiao Zheng is cold and indifferent, standing like a stone in the same place, and does not move.
He is not angry, but he is angry. Too much anger is overwhelming. The madness in his body is just around the corner.
Countless times, he was counted and was framed. He did not give a reasonable, even a happy counterattack.
Calculated by Yan Dengkui, he has Ye Yuhua to coordinate.
Nowadays, he was framed by Yan Shang and was placed in a banquet. Although he vented his depression, he always clung to his feet and dared not do too much. Even in the eyes of others, his reaction has been over-excited. Even in Ye Zanghua's view, he should not do this. This should be done in a more gentle way.
Perhaps, in the eyes of Ye Zanghua, or in the eyes of those who are high, is it really a waste? A rush of waste that does not dare to bite people?
He endured.
Endured again and again. ≮≥∥≡⊥要≮看≧⊥·1┼k╳a┼n╳s╳h╬u╋·c╋·c
Even the brothers were assassinated, almost sinisterly poisoned, and only slightly revenge, no death. Afterwards, he was forced into the dragon group, and like a grandson, let a woman take the lead for herself and suffer humiliation and grievances.
In the eyes of all Yanjing people, they are all trying to squeeze the flat and squeeze it. If you want to round up, you will get a round of mud. If you are in a good mood, let yourself be a horse. You are in a bad mood and have your own life.
Xiao Zheng is enough.
Even if the forest painting sounds loose. Distressed his forbearance and forbearance. He also did not let go.
But this time, he is really angry. Fire.
Madness!
Huh!
Yanjing’s August is still cold. The wind in the alley is like a skate, cutting the flesh one by one. Cruel and ruthless.
Xiao Zheng stared at He Zhuguo coldly, staring at his blood-stained cones. To read the book, 1┼k┼a╬n╋s╋h╬u╬·c╬·c╳ does not move.
He Zhuguo moved.
Just like he used to do ten times, fifty times, and one hundred shots. He first habitually took his left foot, then chested up, and one approached Xiao Zheng. When there are only two steps left from the target, the lightning cone pierces the cone in the right hand.
In the first hundred times, he had ninety-nine strikes. Stab the target on the spot. The only time, it will be nailed to the wall after spending some energy. It’s hard to see how ugly the dead is, how terrible it is.
This time, he did not have any psychological burdens.
In his view, Xiao Zheng, who was a little skilled in the past two years, could avoid his first attack and even avoid the second attack. But for the third time, the fourth Xiao Zheng will definitely die.
This is a battle with one and only one answer. He won, Xiao Zheng died.
call out!
He Zhuguo's body is like a lightning bolt, wrapped in the wind and the wind, like a ghost.
The cone thorns are slightly raised, flashing out the coldness of the dementor. With a whistling sound, I slammed into the throat of Xiao Zheng!
Seeing the cone thorn approaching, Xiao Zheng, who stood in the field, finally moved.
His movements are not too fast, but he is heavy enough, steady enough, and explosive.
Fight!
The blade is now.
Hey!
The cross arm, the knife, Xiao Zheng did not even use the eyes to see, just the habit, he opened the cone of He Zhuguo. In this dark night sky, a fierce fire collided. Spray on human skin, even a little hot.
After a knife, Xiao Zheng still stepped back, his arm sank, and a tight, violently raised the blade, from the front to He Zhuguo.
Without any fancy skills, it is like slashing vegetables and cutting vegetables to He Zhuguo. Just a knife. Filled with a knife of his strength. He was able to fly out of the arrogant and murderous He Zhu Guozhen. The heel was rubbed three or four times on the ground before he stood firm. That grasped in the hands, the cone-shaped thorns made of pure steel also creaked. Shocked his wrist for a while, the tiger's mouth was actually tearing a trace of blood.
After a brief fight, He Zhuguo realized a problem that had never been seen before.
He is not an opponent of Xiao Zheng!
Yes.
Out of the killer level, He Zhuguo, who is heading to a higher level, is not a Xiao Zheng opponent under anger!
For the past eighteen years, his master has asked him to move to a higher level. I want him to be a strong man who is not limited to killers. Ask him to be the sharpest trump card under his hand. He has been doing this all the time, even in order to practice nirvana, he has not gone out for a year, and closed his practice in the house. It is pricked five hundred times a day, one thousand times. It is only perfect for blending every muscle of the body with the force of the cone.
He has been doing very well. Also assigned a heavy responsibility. Even the host is treated with courtesy.
He thought that he was already a strong man at the top of his peak, and he was no longer the murderer who only knew killing and bloody.
But he is wrong.
Big mistake!
The real strong, and then will be repelled by the other side. Instantly destroy the war?
