Chapter 2947 Rescue the Think Tank

There was a cold atmosphere around the dim altar. The people lying on the ground in the small square slowly stood up and looked at the three people who were being escorted up coldly. Their eyes were full of cold murderous intent. The three people who were shackled to death lowered their heads. With his head hanging down, listless and weak, the man in colorful feathers waved his hands, and the other four similarly dressed people quickly dispersed and took up positions around the stone monument, more than three meters away from the stone monument.

This move startled Luo Zheng. When he saw these people coming over, he thought they had been discovered. After seeing the situation clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, Tie Diao's suspicious sound just now sounded. He couldn't help but look ahead curiously. With Tie Diao's ability, I will never be intimidated. There must be a reason for the sudden voice. Unfortunately, there are too many people around to ask in detail.

At this time, the man in colorful feathers took out a scimitar from nowhere. The scimitar was no more than seven inches long and did not look like it was made of metal. It was extremely dark and smelled of blood, and he pointed it towards the three people who were tied up. He walked forward and soon came to one of them, pinched his cheek, and kicked him hard, causing his feet to weaken and he fell to his knees.

Immediately afterwards, the man in colorful feathers used his hands to lift the opponent's face, forcing the opponent to look at the ball on the stone tablet. The dark scimitar was placed on the opponent's throat, and suddenly he pulled hard, and a bloody arrow shot out. When he came out, the victim struggled violently, but was held down by the man wearing a colorful feather coat, unable to move. The corner of his mouth was pinched, preventing him from shouting.

Blood gurgled out, flowing down the chest and onto the ground. A large pool of blood soon appeared on the ground, and there was a strong bloody murderous aura in the air. Soon, the victim's struggling movements gradually weakened, and for the first time, Crooked, dead, with eyes wide open, filled with unwillingness and anger, refusing to rest in peace.

"Hula——!" The man in colorful feathers let out a low roar.

"Hula——!" Everyone around them roared, as if they were venting and fighting.

The man in colorful feathers walked towards another person, following the same pattern, with clean and neat movements. It was obvious that he had done this kind of unscrupulous thing. After killing someone, he still roared "Hula", and the people around him followed suit. The scene was indifferent. And ruthless, filled with a strong sense of death.

At this time, the people wearing colorful feathers raised their hands high, raised their heads, and roared "Hula" again, as if they were shouting, talking, and fighting, showing a bit of unwillingness and indifference, and the people around them also Following the roar, the indifferent atmosphere became a little more intense.

The last person used for sacrifice suddenly raised his head, shook his head, and let his long hair spread to both sides. A pair of black and white eyes on the thin face looked towards the original direction of the stone monument, revealing a bit of Reluctant and disdainful, the corner of his mouth twitched and he smiled coldly, and his whole body exuded an unruly aura, like a tiger that was unwilling to be tamed. Although it was weak, it had extraordinary momentum.

"He is really a think tank." Luo Zheng suddenly heard Tie Diao's surprised voice in his ears. Immediately afterwards, Luo Zheng felt a gust of wind blowing past him. He knew that Tie Diao had taken action and was shocked. He did not expect that the The person who made the sacrifice turned out to be a wise man. No wonder there was no one in the prison. He was taken away.

Without any time to think, Luo Zheng also rushed forward. The people before were killed because they didn't know each other. You can't lose your life and spoil the plan because of irrelevant people. But it's different when a think tank is sacrificed. It's too late to save him. Whatever dangers, plans, etc., go to hell. The top priority is to save people.

Cengcengceng - Luo Zheng walked as fast as flying, and rushed to the man wearing colorful feathers in a few seconds. Just as he was about to kidnap him, he found that the other person had been knocked down, and the angry voice of the iron eagle rang in his ears: "You save Man, I am divorced, brother, I didn’t listen to you, I’m sorry.”

Luo Zheng and Tie Diao made an agreement before entering the underground base. They must not be impulsive, let alone act rashly. However, the life of the think tank is in danger, and Tie Diao will risk everything. Luo Zheng gave a wry smile in understanding, and rushed to the think tank in one stride. He picked up Zhitan, spread his legs and rushed away, shouting: "Don't move, I'm here to save you."

The held think tank did not move, but looked at Luo Zheng curiously. Unfortunately, except for the sunglasses he was wearing, he couldn't see anything else. He looked in other directions, only to find that the man in colorful feathers had his neck broken. , several people around them covered their necks and fell to the ground. Blood was pouring from their necks, and no one could see the person who did it.

"Let's go!" Tie Diao roared angrily, and more people fell to the ground clutching their necks. Tie Diao, who was extremely angry, went on a killing spree, not daring to ignore anything.

Luo Zheng knew that the situation was urgent. With Tie Diao's ability, he didn't have to worry about danger at all. He hugged the think tank and rushed towards a passage without looking back. The incident happened suddenly. By the time the people around him reacted, Luo Zheng had already rushed into the passage. Tie Diao also chased after him. When he saw the enemy yelling and chasing after him, he opened fire without hesitation with the weapon he snatched from his hand. The bullets accurately knocked down the enemies rushing in front of him to the ground.

In the enemy camp, every second is precious. Luo Zheng let go of his speed and ran down the passage from where he came. Tie Diao followed closely behind. The two of them went at full speed, and soon they were behind the people behind them. Get rid of it, the road is unfamiliar, Luo Zheng rushes along the largest passage.

The two of them rushed for hundreds of meters, and a dozen people appeared in front of them. The gun in Tie Diao's hand had been filled with bullets. He roared, smashed the gun over, kicked hard with his feet, and rushed forward without hesitation, snatching the one that came over. Flying the weird scimitar up and down, he accurately tore out the throat of the target in front of him.

The only ones who came were ordinary guerrillas, who were no match for Tie Diao. In addition, the passage was not big and it was difficult to shoot from close range. In less than a minute, all of them had their throats cut by Tie Diao. No one was spared.

"Hurry up." Tie Diao shouted in a deep voice, speeding forward.

Luo Zheng knew that Tie Diao was going to fight a bloody path in front, so he quickly followed. The think tank in his arms heard Tie Diao's voice and couldn't help but smile. He said with difficulty: "Is it brother Tie Diao? Are you?"

"It's him. I'm a ghost. Let's talk about it after we get out." Luo Zheng said in a deep voice, holding his brain and running wildly, staring firmly ahead. The enemy had already been thrown behind him. All he had to do was pay attention to the enemy that suddenly appeared in front of him. Well, you can't go into battle with someone in your arms, so you can only rely on the iron sculpture.

After rushing forward for dozens of meters, Luo Zheng saw the ground covered with corpses, their throats were cut, and blood was still gushing out. Several of them were not even completely dead. Luo Zheng didn't have time to look further, and heard a fight ahead. The sound and shouts made him speed up his pace involuntarily, and there was a trace of worry in his eyes.