After falling into the courtyard, everyone first clung to the corner and hid in the shadows, with their ears pricked up, waiting quietly for a moment to make sure there was no sound in the room. Then they left the shadows at the gesture of the person on the left, and walked toward the carriage in the moonlight.
Move over to the room.
The entire operation was clean and neat, with strong vigilance and skill, showing their well-trained stealth killing qualities.
Soon, the three black figures in front were approaching the house. They took out several small tubes from their waists, put one end into the crack of the door, and the other into their mouths.
But just when they were about to inject a powerful drug...
The sound of wooden blocks falling to the ground resounded in the quiet courtyard. The originally ordinary sound was like thunder on the ground to everyone's ears, and everyone was shocked. The horrified eyes were fixed on the left corner of the courtyard, where a majestic sound was heard.
The figure slowly stood up, and the moonlight shone down, revealing a ferocious scarred cheek and a bloodthirsty and cruel smile.
"Yang Jing?!" Everyone took a deep breath and swallowed hard. However, those in the middle of the courtyard had no problem breathing, but the three people in front of the door did the same thing.
The three of them suddenly felt dizzy, their bodies swayed, and they fainted with a pop. The powerful drug was quite overbearing.
"Everyone, are you here late at night? Do you have anything important to do?" A chuckle came from the corner on the right, followed closely by a man with an evil smile who walked in slowly, his neck shaking, and there was a loud bang.
The sound of squeezing joints sounded rhythmically, like the drums of death, one sound, one sound...
"Dicheng?!" The heart skipped a beat, and despair appeared in some people's eyes. Why didn't these two guys sleep??!!
It’s not that they are not strong, on the contrary, they have served in the special forces and have had a glorious past and rich fighting experience, but...
Who is Di Cheng?
Anyone who has watched his game all regards this person as a nightmare. He... every move has exceeded the limits of human beings! Some people once jokingly called him a collection of beasts, with palm power like a grizzly bear, and a rhinoceros.
The impact is like a cheetah, the speed is like a cheetah, and the flexibility is like a night owl. Although it is a joke, it is widely accepted by most people!
Facing such an enemy, it was really difficult for them to initiate much fighting.
"Are you afraid?" Yang Jing snorted disdainfully, shrugged his shoulders, and walked towards the yard step by step. "Since you are afraid, why do you come here? Since you are here, show off your killer style. Grandpa is in a good mood tonight, who?
If you are brave, you can leave this courtyard."
Everyone gathered closely together, staring at Di Cheng and Yang Jing respectively. Every time the two took a step forward, their hearts seemed to contract. Under the silent night, this unspeakable depression almost made them suffocate.
"Come, come, grandpa, I'll accompany you." Yang Jing swiped his fingers, his cold and emotionless eyes scanning the crowd one by one. Everyone felt like they were being stared at by some kind of wild beast, and cold sweat slipped down quietly. Like Di Cheng, Yang
Jing has also shown shocking strength in competitions. In terms of ruthlessness in his methods, he is even more ruthless than Di Cheng. Facing these eyes, if he were an ordinary person, his teeth would definitely chatter!
"How proud of you! You didn't know where to drink milk when I was killing people!" Finally, a middle-aged man couldn't bear the depressing atmosphere. He roared and rushed towards Yang Jing. He raised his body and waved.
The steel knife wheel struck down with great force, but it did not lose his identity as a special soldier.
However, he is fast and fierce, but Yang Jing is far better than him.
The moment this person was about to approach, Yang Jing stepped diagonally and moved his body sideways! His clenched fist suddenly caught the bait!
There are no fancy moves or dazzling moves, but there are afterimages.
The wind of the fist roared and came suddenly in the blink of an eye. Before the man could react, the brutal fist appeared in his throat. Click! A frightening sound of bone cracking followed, and the entire neck protruded backward into a shape similar to a fist.
, the head first shook forward, and then showed an extremely unnatural bend.
Wow, his body was shaking violently, and the power of his fists had smashed his throat to pieces. His brittle bones, back of his neck, and spine were completely shattered. Thick blood mixed with white bones spewed out from his wide-open mouth, and his majestic body flew backwards.
, spraying scarlet blood along the way.
Bang! The body fell to the ground, like a muffled thunder that struck everyone's heart.
One move? One simple move!
Gulu! Everyone swallowed hard and quickly looked away from the ground. The man was basically dead and only his body was twitching unconsciously.
"I said, is this your strength?" Yang Jing's eyes showed a bit of contempt, and he provocatively raised his hand again. "Give you three seconds, if you don't attack, I will take the initiative."
Everyone was breathing rapidly and kept retreating. More than twenty people were almost crowded together.
"MD, fight! Don't let them scare you! I don't believe that more than twenty people can't hurt them? As long as Di Cheng is injured, someone will take his life tomorrow. Even if we die, someone will avenge us.
!” The leading man roared in a low voice, his eyes becoming increasingly fierce: “Brothers, show the same spirit and courage as when you were a special forces soldier, and even if you die, you will die with honor!”
"Fight! No matter how powerful they are, they are still just human beings. Can't we, more than 20 special forces, still be able to hurt him?"
"Yes, try your best! Don't let them scare you!"
After the captain's encouragement, everyone seemed to have regained some courage and held the steel knife tightly with both hands.
"Yes, this is more respectable, come on! See what qualifications you have to make me hurt!" Di Cheng chuckled, his eyes slightly narrowed, and two rays of light flashed out as if they were real.
"Kill!" The twenty-six people, divided into two, roared and rushed to kill, probably to encourage themselves. Everyone roared hysterically, and the sound filled the sky, like the roar of wild beasts from the wilderness.
Most of the town, especially the houses near this courtyard, turned on their lights one after another. Many people dared to lean on the windows, but when they figured out the source of the sound, they turned off the lights without exception and retreated into their houses.
"Haha, come on!" Yang Jing laughed ferociously, stamped his feet on the ground, and his slightly curled body suddenly popped up, swinging his fists in a fierce routine.
In the eyes of opponents, that kind of momentum can be called a roaring tsunami without exaggeration.
Bang, the body shifted, and a fist hit the chest of the person in front with a rapid impact. Click! The sternum was shattered, the back bulged, and the beating heart was instantly pierced by the broken bone, and thick blood filled the chest cavity.
With random movements inside, life... is gone in a blink of an eye!
Although Yang Jing is not very fast, with many years of killing experience, he can accurately determine the opponent's attack pattern. He cleverly avoids the opponent just before he seems to succeed, and then launches a fierce but fatal strike.
It seems simple, but it requires thousands of battles, and the experience of being on the edge of life and death time and time again. In addition, the fist must be hard and the strength must be fierce, otherwise you will not succeed and you will be counterattacked!
On the other side, Di Cheng's side was strange and terrifying. His footsteps were twisting and his long body was slithering through the crowd like a snake. Facing the fierce impact of more than ten steel knives, he was able to dodge with ease and easily. His speed was really terrifying.
people.
His eyes were slightly focused, and Di Cheng was keenly aware of the loopholes in the man's moves in front of him. He moved his steps to avoid the knife screen, and appeared behind the man. He changed his fist into a palm, used his palm as a knife, and slashed hard at the back of the man's neck.
To chop, I just raised my hand one moment, and it was already on the target's neck the next moment.
Click! There was not much damage to the skin, but the spine at the back of the neck was broken on the spot. It was not simply folded, but completely broken and separated. The death cloak restrained his life in the blink of an eye.
They are all simple killing techniques, but in Di Cheng's hands they are like art. They are much cleaner than Yang Jing's brutal and bloody methods, but they are even more terrifying.
He moved his steps, and his body lightly slid back half a step. At that moment, a steel knife struck from in front of him, almost grazing the tip of his nose.
Before his footsteps stopped, he moved again, and it was still a hand knife, which struck the man's ribs on the left side with great force, click! The ribs were broken, and penetrated through the heart with the force of the forward thrust. Life disappeared in the blink of an eye again.
In the hand, the perfect body of human evolution is as fragile as porcelain. With a simple wave of the hand, a fresh life is ruined.
The killing continues, blood is shed, and despair... is also pervasive.
Di Cheng's cunning and terrifying, Yang Jing's fierce and ruthless, are like soul-harvesting scythes, simply harvesting the lives of their opponents. These once glorious retired special forces soldiers, at this moment, are filled with despair and have just risen.
His courage collapsed at the other party's casual wave of his hand.
Pu reached forward with both hands, grabbed the handles of the two swords that came from the chop, exerted force with his palms, changed the trajectory of his actions, and pierced each other's heart under the incredulous but unwilling eyes of the two.
"It's extremely simple, Brother Cheng. I finished here a little earlier than you." Yang Jing casually pushed the two corpses away and chuckled.
"I'm so fast." Di Cheng dodged left and right, easily dodging from the opponent's almost crazy sword. At the moment when the opponent was about to take a breath, he exerted force with his left palm and shook away the somewhat slowed steel knife.
He reached forward with his palm and hit the shoulder blade of the man's right arm hard. With a horrifying sound of bone cracking, the arm holding the knife was destroyed.
"Ah" he gritted his teeth and wailed. The man backed away in horror. Looking at the corpses and dazzling blood all over the yard, he was so strong that he even shed a few tears.
"Kill me and give me pleasure." The man knelt down and clutched his torn shoulder tightly. He no longer had the confidence to fight anymore.
The gap... was far greater than what he thought in his heart. The battle that he was proud of was no more than a child's play in the eyes of the other party.
Unexpectedly, Di Cheng did not take action, but... "Let's go."
"Ah?" The man raised his head in confusion and looked at Di Cheng in disbelief. He thought he was hallucinating.
"No matter what happens, there must be a messenger. You are the only one alive, so of course I will choose you. Go back and tell your boss that this kind of despicable method will be used less often in the future. I am not in such a good mood every time. If there is another
Next time, maybe I will go to his hotel as a guest." Di Cheng avoided the corpse on the ground and walked towards the house.
"Really...let me go?" The man still couldn't believe it.
"If you are willing to stay, I will be happy to meet your request. Let's take our time and play." Yang Jing's low, sinister smile came from behind.
His whole body trembled, and the man rushed out rolling and crawling, as if he was afraid that if he was a second too late, the other party would change his mind.
At the same time, in the other dark corners, several teams were all numb. The bloody massacre in the yard destroyed their confidence bit by bit. After a long silence, all the forces retreated together as they had agreed.
"Brother Cheng, have a good rest. I will keep vigil tonight." Di Cheng took a bench and sat in the corner, holding the leftover rabbit meat from the evening and munching it leisurely, not caring at all about the hellish scene in the yard.
Not long after these people left, Dahei and others who had been guarding the yard for Di Cheng during the day walked in quickly and started cleaning the yard with shovels, buckets and brooms. Their skillful cooperation showed that they did this kind of thing frequently.
Yang Jing gnawed on the rabbit leg and looked at the night, with the usual sinister smile on his lips again: "Tomorrow... it will be a good day."
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