Chapter 656 The Killer's Confrontation

After receiving Moria's order, the zombie soldiers waved their weapons and rushed towards the city of Sidio like a tide, fighting with the soldiers of the Vinhill family.

The battle between the two groups of soldiers who were not afraid of death and felt no pain was bloody beyond imagination. The moment the two groups came into contact, stumps flew and blood flowed like a river.

But the horror is that none of these two groups of soldiers groaned in pain. Even if their hearts were pierced, they tried their best before they were defeated, slashing their weapons at the enemy, weakening the enemy's strength for their teammates.

"I will destroy everything about you."

In the fog, Moria said so. At this time, there was the sound of howling wind from the depths of the mist, and the thick fog in front of him showed some kind of regularity and kept moving.

There was still a faint smell of blood in the air.

"Did you fight?" Moria said, knowing that Goniz and Garrett had already met at this time.

And the results will come out soon.

Garrett will not be Gonitz's opponent, this is Moria's judgment. If she was at her peak state, Garrett before the decisive battle with the Navy might have the strength to face Gonitz, but now she is extremely weak, and being able to stand here is already a manifestation of her willpower, and it won't be long. , will be defeated due to lack of physical strength.

Moria walked in the direction of the voice, he wanted to see Garrett's failure with his own eyes.

But at this time, a bloated and obese man appeared in front of him, walked out from the depths of the fog, and blocked his only way.

The fat man dropped the chicken leg in his hand, then wiped the fat from the corner of his mouth, and slowly raised his head, the simple and honest meaning in his eyes dissipated, and turned full of killing intent.

"Hey, are you treating me like a prey?"

The corners of Moria's mouth parted, revealing a cruel smile. He hated the way a hunter looked at his prey. Every time, it reminded him of his previous evil thoughts.

Therefore, evil thoughts are dead, and this man is no exception.

Moria raised his hand, and countless pitch-black bats flew out of his palm, whizzing towards the fat man.

"Die at ease, I will make good use of your corpse." Moria said.

...

boom!

Steo, Central Canyon.

A gentleman in a suit blasted the knight in front of him into the air with a punch, and broke an ancient tree that was hugged by three people. Countless frightened birds leaped from the branches of the ancient tree.

"Tough life, what drives you to challenge me again and again?"

The gentleman withdrew his fist, which was stained with blood, which belonged to this knight. He just knocked the knight into the air thirty-nine times, each time with enough force to kill a full-grown bull.

But every time, the knight stood up, and then rushed towards the gentleman regardless of the wound on his body.

"Freedom? Faith? Or ridiculous glory."

The gentleman said playfully. He hadn't met such a person for a long time, who would give up his life for some illusory things. Are these things more important than your own life?

The gentleman shook his head with a mocking smile on his face.

There are many such people in the sea, but such people often have a characteristic, that is, their lives will not be too long.

For example Roger, Rocks.

Only those who have no bottom line and use unscrupulous means can live to the end.

And Gentleman happens to be the latter.

But now he's had enough, so he's ready to kill this annoying knight.

"Farewell, my little knight." The gentleman drew out his long knife, and slowly walked towards the knight.

"Without... permission, you can't... move forward." The knight struggled to get up from the broken log, spat out a big mouthful of blood, and said vaguely.

But what greeted him was a fierce knife light, a bottomless wound, cut from the knight's left shoulder to his right abdomen. Blood sprayed out.

thump.

The knight fell to the ground, this time, he never stood up again.

"it's over."

As the gentleman said, he wiped off the blood on his long knife, put the long knife into its sheath, walked towards the other side of the canyon, and took out a phone bug to report the situation on his side.

"Blue, blue, blue..."

The phone bug kept ringing, but no one answered.

Was there some accident? The gentleman frowned, but he didn't take it seriously.

He knew the strength of those pirates, even facing the Vinhill family in its heyday, let alone the family after being hit hard by the navy now.

"Then I will go there first and enjoy the fruits of victory first."

The gentleman said so, but when he just walked to the entrance of the canyon, he suddenly stopped. Then he drew his long knife and raised it horizontally over his head.

A black shadow descended from the sky, holding a long knife and slashing towards the gentleman.

boom!

The two long knives collided, and there was a harsh metal friction sound.

The ground under the gentleman's feet seemed to be unable to bear the huge force, and cracked every inch of it. At this moment, the gentleman gritted his teeth, retracted his body slightly, and rolled over to the side. The black shadow's long knife slashed heavily on the ground beam, leaving a crack that spread tens of meters.

"I didn't expect you to be alive." The gentleman waved his hand, his right arm felt sore and numb, and he looked at the crack left on the ground with lingering fear.

It was almost him who was cut in half.

A puff of smoke rose from the ground, and a man with a long knife came out of the smoke.

Ordinary, this is everyone's first impression of this man, ordinary appearance, ordinary clothes, ordinary temperament, ordinary figure. You can't find any good points in him.

But the first moment the gentleman saw this ordinary man, he cleaned up the frivolity on his face, and turned into a very dignified one.

"What's even more unexpected is that even you have become the dog of the Vinhill family."

The gentleman paused, and then slowly said the name of the person who came.

"melt."

"Lawson." The man called Rong called out the name of his old opponent.

"Based on your character, you will never buy something worthless, so you took the task of the Vinhill family?" Lawson asked, clenched his long knife.

He didn't want to fight with Rong, because the fight between killers is the deadliest, and there is often only one person who can come out alive in the end.

Lawson was not sure that it was him. So he wanted to instigate anti-financing.

"En." Rong nodded, "They asked me to kill all the pirates who invaded the Vinhill family."

"Then what is the reward?"

"My freedom."

Lawson smiled, and Rong did the same. Lawson let go of his idea of ​​rebelling against Rong. He knew that this pedantic man would never give up as long as it was a task he accepted. There were always only two results: success or failure.

And up to Bislan, the tasks that Rong took over had never failed.

Therefore, he is a legend in the killer world.