Chapter 254 The gangster who is not doing his job (4000)
Tat-tat-tat...tat-tat-tat...
The sound of leather shoes hitting the ground echoed in the passage.
If you listen carefully, you can see that they are two people walking in the passage. On the left is a white-haired old man wearing a black suit, with a temperament and posture like an elegant butler. On the right is a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old.
She has slightly hanging black hair and delicate facial features. She is wearing a pair of calf-length boots and a black vest on her upper body, looking low-key and elegant.
The white cuffs of the two people have ancient silver-colored rotating eye prints, which seem to represent the crest of an ancient family.
As he walked along the passage, the boy seemed a little excited. His small fair face turned slightly red.
"Butler, those three people made such a big fuss. Isn't this considered a gang conflagration as mentioned in the magazine? The gangs eat the gangs?"
He talked about some uncommon words he occasionally learned and expressed his opinions: "There was a gunfight just now."
The butler beside him nodded silently, and then said: "Master Youan, you are right. Judging from the scene where so many people fled in panic, there may be a large-scale gun confrontation inside. In addition, there is a high probability that there are more than three people.
There may be other gunmen from the same gang as these three people working together, please take a good guess as to where this place is."
Euan thought for a moment: "Underground boxing ring? Or casino?"
He paused and recalled the clothes of the large number of guests who had escaped from the passage: "It's not a casino, it's an underground boxing ring..."
The housekeeper nodded, and then gave some guidance. Youan continued: "The boss of an underground boxing ring like this will definitely not have low black power, and there is a high probability that he has his own firearms smuggling channels. It is impossible to have heavy machine guns, light ones
The probability of machine guns is also very small. Most pistols, maybe submachine guns. There were quite a few men in black who just went against the flow of people towards the underground boxing ring like us. There were more than ten in sight, and the real number may be two or three
Times. There are 20 to 30 gang members who may be armed with pistols and submachine guns. I need to at least maintain the bone armor defense at the metal level to avoid possible sudden attacks..."
The butler nodded again: "That's right."
As they talked, the two of them had arrived at the last door of the underground boxing ring. Through the crack in the door, Youan could smell the strong smell of blood inside, which could not be concealed at all. He and the housekeeper looked at each other and immediately stretched out their hands.
Point to the center of the eyebrow.
Under the clothes, on the surface of the skin, a layer of light bone armor secreted from the pores like liquid and gradually solidified.
Within a moment, You An was covered in white armor.
The butler stood in front of him, with some pattern-like black bone fragments appearing on his face. The two wanted to watch the gang fight at close range as participants, so they would inevitably be attacked when they opened the door. In case of an accident, the butler
He would stand in front of the young master and take most of the bullets, and then encourage the young master to attack.
Naturally, he brought Young Master You An here this time not only to let him see the dark side of society, gang fights and murders, and to practice logical thinking. The most important thing is to make this place the first time for Young Master You An.
The hotbed of murder is gone. Unlike ordinary people, how can we carry sharp weapons without being stained with blood? It’s time for Master Youan to understand the difference between them and ordinary people. Only flowers watered by blood can bloom brightly...
"Bang!"
The closed door was directly knocked open, and the butler rushed in first. The black bone spurs pierced the fabric, making it inexplicably ferocious.
However, the expected hail of bullets did not appear.
The entire underground boxing ring was eerily quiet.
The housekeeper glanced at the scene in front of him and paused.
From behind, Euan also rushed over. He took a quick step, glared, and put his right hand on the wall. "Ouch!"
"vomit……"
Stomach acid boiled, and I vomited out my dinner. I sniffed through my nostrils, which made my nausea and vomiting more frequent.
"This... this is not like a gun battle..."
The housekeeper also frowned in disgust. Although he had killed many people, he had never seen such a bloody scene.
There are bullet holes and potholes everywhere, the neatly arranged wooden seats are in pieces, and there are also some broken corridors that seem to have been knocked out by brute force. As far as you can see, there are the main aisle, the audience seats, and the ones next to the ring.
The annular space is full of corpses, numbering about half a hundred in total, and all of them are bloody and mutilated, with missing limbs. You can often see limbs and limbs scattered everywhere, lying limply on the ground.
The floor, walls, and aisles were all covered in blood. It was so sticky and wet that it felt disgusting when you stepped on it with your leather shoes.
It's like a terrifying scene reflected in hell.
People who are not mentally strong enough will faint from fear just by looking at it. It is normal for Master Youan to vomit non-stop like this.
After a minute of slowing down, Youan gradually stopped. It wasn't that he had overcome nausea or something, but that he had vomited all he could.
He gasped and turned his head. When he saw a headless corpse kneeling on the ground not far away, he couldn't help but retch twice.
"Guan...Butler, isn't this a gang fight?"
Euan vomited until there were tears in the corners of his eyes.
"Things went beyond expectations, young master..."
He frowned and led Euan towards the main aisle of the center. Soon the two of them saw more than a dozen white human skeletons, as well as lumps of red meat stuck together. Euan didn't dare to look at it for a moment.
He closed his eyes and let the butler hold him.
But the smell of blood on the tip of his nose continued to make him nauseated.
The butler reached out his hand solemnly and took a closer look. He was shocked to find that the skeleton in front of him had no trace of meat attached to it. The cook had untied the cow to the point where it was clean.
"This...how is this done?"
He was a little hard to understand.
"Pah!" Youan next to him suddenly exclaimed.
The housekeeper turned around and saw two round eyes on the ground. One was still intact, while the other had been stepped on.
"Butler, let's go back, I don't want to be here anymore..."
Youan finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the trace of shame in his heart was defeated. He now has a deep psychological shadow. How did the gang war turn into a flesh and blood factory?
Because the scene in the underground boxing ring revealed signs of unknown danger, the housekeeper nodded simply. Then he wanted to take Youan back the same way, but there were footsteps approaching quickly in the passage. The pace was chaotic, and the number of people was not large.
That's a small amount.
The next second, seven or eight strong men in black uniforms rushed out of the passage. They held pistols in their right hands and shot on sight.
"Kill them both!!!" a leader shouted.
Suddenly, gunpowder smoke and sparks erupted from the barrel of the raised pistol, and bullets passed through and shot through the air.
The bullets hit Euan and the housekeeper but were blocked by bone armor.
A stream of golden sparks exploded.
"You misunderstood, it was not us who did this!" Youan shouted while dodging, and his explanation was extremely pale.
The gunman had no intention of stopping the attack.
"Master, don't talk nonsense to these mortals! Let's go straight out!" A fierce light flashed in the butler's eyes. He was vaguely aware that the two of them seemed to have been inadvertently involved in a dangerous whirlpool. He should leave here first.
It's the most important thing!
"Go away!"
He roared, and six sharp bone claws instantly sprouted from the backs of his hands. He rushed into the group of gunmen and danced fiercely.
Some strong men had their wrists cut off in half and were bleeding profusely, some had a disfiguring scar on their faces, and some had bloodstains more than ten centimeters long on their chests. But they continued to rush in as if nothing was wrong, with no trace of trace on their faces.
Painful expression.
They look like numb and stiff dolls.
These gunmen put aside their guns one after another, stretched out their hands to press on the torn wounds, and actually pulled out blood-red cold weapons from inside. Nailed gloves, axes, swords, spears...
After being pulled out, those seemingly horrific injuries healed quickly. The granulations squirmed disgustingly at the location of the wounds.
And at the same time, a series of footsteps came from behind the passage, as if enemy reinforcements were still approaching.
"Master, let's go over there!"
The housekeeper jumped back, grabbed the somewhat confused Youan, and ran quickly towards another passage.
And these men in black followed closely behind.
There were also some corpses in the passage, but the deaths were clean and tidy, not as bloody and cruel as in the underground boxing ring.
The butler held You An in one hand and turned into a black afterimage and ran quickly. To be honest, he regretted it a little. He really shouldn't have brought the young master out to see the world and practice. The world he saw tonight was too big.
, so big that I have never even seen it!
So, why would three seemingly clumsy gangsters get involved in such a dangerous and extraordinary incident?!
Isn’t it a little too unprofessional?
As a gangster, you just shoot and kill people. Why do you want to get involved in the dangerous whirlpool of such extraordinary events? Do you think life is too big? And you also unintentionally involve yourself and the young master...
The butler swore that if he could see those three stupid woodchucks, he would kick their butts with Master Euan's leather shoes. Oh, what a terrible situation.
There were several turns in the passage, and the housekeeper got a little lost. There were several forks in the road and he didn't know where it led.
He picked one at random and rushed over.
The speed was very fast, and he passed through the underground passage in a flash.
There were many crystal lamps hanging in the hall, and the bright light they brought made the butler squint his eyes slightly, and he glanced over.
Then I saw three stupid prairie dogs in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. They were grinding their teeth and sucking blood, and the scene was like killing people.
The white-haired one wields a whip, hangs people in the air, hangs them, and tears off their heads. The blond-haired one's fingers are like spears, easily piercing the opponent's browbones and heart. The black-haired one is the cruelest.
The whole thing is a human-shaped flesh-picking knife, and the blood-red figure cuts into two parts, killing people like works of art.
There is a unique and enchanting beauty that cannot be explained.
"It's those three gangsters! Oh my God!"
Looking at their opponents again, they were clearly the weird fellows they had fought with before. Now they were being slaughtered like a group of pigs, as if the fish on the chopping board had no resistance at all.
very good.
Escape and escape to the most dangerous center of the whirlpool.
The housekeeper gave himself a slap in the heart.
He immediately wanted to take the young master back the way he came, but another series of footsteps followed him in the passage. They were the gunmen from before. And the number of them was much larger than before.
There were two or three others wearing black robes, exuding a mysterious aura. They were obviously the leaders of this group of people.
A sense of danger flashed through the butler's heart, and he quickly turned sideways to avoid getting caught between the two groups of people.
as expected.
The gunmen who rushed out of the passage were all attracted by the three people who were killing people in the middle of the casino, and only a few came towards them.
boom!
A gunman was blown away by a huge force and spun rapidly in the air. The blood spurting out of his mouth turned into a red mist.
The man in black robe who led the team reached out to catch it and looked down. He found that the gunman was dead and his body functions and vitality were completely lost.
He snorted coldly and threw it away.
Then he stepped on the ground and rushed forward with a whoosh.
The target is the nearest card repair.
A black shadow enveloped the wind and waves and arrived in an instant. A white and slender hand came out of the cloak and slapped Ka Xiu's vest hard.
This time, some kind of explosive technique was used. The palm of the hand accelerated instantly in the air, squeezing the airflow and smashing it down hard.
Card Xiu was naturally aware of it. He used his left hand to slap an enemy away with brute force, and then made a big move with his right arm. He hit the enemy with a reverse elbow and hit the palm of his hand hard.
As soon as they collided, the man in black robe stumbled backwards, and Ka Xiu's hasty response with an elbow also gave him a slight pause. He narrowed his eyes and looked over, his eyes mainly focused on several men in black robe.
"After killing so many young bodies of the Blood Spirit Society, has the full body of Dead Blood finally arrived?" He held up the high platform with both hands, and flew over like a cannonball, facing the gunman's hail of bullets.
The first two Blood Spirit Guild gunmen were unlucky enough to be kicked in half, and the rest quickly dispersed, forming a siege.
Seemingly realizing that firearms were useless against Ka Xiu, they all tore wounds on their bodies and took out weapons from the blood.
But Card Xiu didn't pay much attention to the reactions of these Blood Spirit Society gunmen. Most of his attention was focused on the man in black. He spread his hands and, as if teleporting, suddenly appeared in front of the black man who had collided with him before.
The man's side.
The right arm was torn apart at will with a flick of the claw.
Unexpectedly, the man in black robe was quite agile and used some familiar steps to avoid the claw from the front.
The sharp claws swung and tore the black hood apart.
A head of tea-green hair was waving wildly, exposed to the bright yellow light. Then, a fair and beautiful face rearranged itself, with narrow and charming eyes with a sharp sense.
The slender neck has an obviously protruding Adam's apple.
Card Xiu suddenly froze on the spot, enduring a painless blow from the two members of the Blood Spirit Society next to him. He stared deeply at this face, and the memories that had been sealed in his mind seemed to resurface.
A figure with tea-green hair.
The two faces in sight and memory quickly overlapped.
"Third senior brother, Gordon Lanxi..."
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