Chapter 253, the first battle of the full-scale riot (2)
"...Buried Souls...Military Spurs..." Di Cheng's eyes slowly swept through the canopy of trees in front of him, and little gleams of light appeared in his eyes, as if they could penetrate the dark curtain and lock on everyone. After a moment, an evil intention followed
The corners of his mouth curled up and revealed: "Yakuza's strongest weapon, the only sharp weapon, if I get rid of you, what capital does Yakuza have to compete with me?"
Gui Deng Man Yue said coldly: "As expected of the Human Emperor, the tone of his words is admirable. Let's read some books (www.pao8.com) But I have to ask, why do you make such bold statements? On your own?
With the two hundred men under your command? Or with the troops in the country?"
Xiaojie Chunlang said: "Mr. Di, we don't mean any harm. We just want to invite you and your subordinates to the headquarters. Our welcome ceremony is standard enough. If you and I swap places, I can't seem to find a suitable one."
Reason to refuse. Is it possible... Haha... Two hundred versus three thousand is not a balanced number, and the result may not be as simple as simply tragic."
With a clear voice and a sonorous tone, Xiaojie Chunlang never mentioned the "Qikas Incident", but his words definitely convinced Di Cheng.
Invite? Be a guest? Everyone knows that if they really go, what they will receive will not be sweet food, but... a cold steel knife!
The hoarse and cold voice of Guzhuang Needle floated from the tree canopy in the distance: "If you insist on refusing, I, Guzhuang Needle, would like to experience the strength of the Chinese Emperor and see if you, the Thirteenth Emperor of the Black List, are worthy of your name!"
River God Kui said in a buzzing voice: "Army Assassin, Buried Soul is also willing to accept the reputation of the Black Armed Forces and see what qualifications you have to declare war on Yakuza."
"Have you said enough?" Di Cheng patted the snow lion's head, calming its restless fighting spirit.
Xiaojie Chunlang said: "That's it for now, please let Mr. Di make the decision."
"If I agree..."
"Hand over Captain Nishiwaki, put down your weapons, and follow us back to the headquarters. The headquarters commander very much hopes to make friends with you. The military assassin and the buried soul also hope to have a good discussion and exchange with you. You will have a great time at the headquarters. Yakuza
Maybe we can still make friends with Tianmen, after all... you and I both belong to the East Asian forces, and in this world-wide blacklist competition, we are one family."
"If you don't agree..."
Click! Xiaosuke Chunlang loaded the gun, and the crisp clang sound floated in the forest, clearly reaching the ears of every Yakuza member. In an instant, the sound of the gun being loaded filled the whole room, and the black holes of the muzzle were all in unison.
They all locked onto them, and the formation of the encirclement changed accordingly, forming a fan shape to trap them in front of the mountain col.
More than 3,000 people and more than 3,000 machine guns, once they erupt collectively, the rain of bullets will be enough to shatter all obstacles. No matter how powerful your force is or how glorious your achievements are, they may turn into scarlet blood splattering all over the sky in the first second.
This situation does not require many words, the invisible tension is enough to test everyone's psychological endurance.
Xiaojie Chunlang said slowly: "If you don't agree, the chief will be very angry, I will be very angry, and my subordinates will also be very angry. You may not understand that I have a bad temper. Once I am stimulated...
It is easy to lose control, and it is difficult to ensure that you will not do anything that will harm the friendship. Please think twice before doing so, Mr. Di."
Di Cheng looked at Xiao Jie Chunlang quietly, and his fingertips gently traced the snow lion's furry forehead, back and forth, without saying a word for a long time.
Xiaojie Chunlang thought that Di Cheng was thinking about it, so he didn't bother or remind him. He thought he was in control of the situation and chose to wait.
Judging from Yakuza's absolute advantage, he really couldn't imagine that Di Cheng and Capital would shake their heads and veto.
Perhaps the only thing that makes Di Cheng hesitate is his own arrogance, and the best way to kill his arrogance is time!
He chose to wait, burying the soul, and the military assassination troops were also waiting. The scene fell into a long period of silence, but the invisible tension made the area almost solidified.
One minute...two minutes...five minutes...ten minutes...
Xiaosuke Junlang and others were surprisingly patient this time, and even enjoyed the feeling of controlling other people's life and death. What's more... the person in front of them is still the emperor of the world. Regardless of whether the strength is real or not, after all, the name is there, it is with
A big shot of the same level as the emperor's father.
Being able to look down at each other with a victor's attitude is a kind of honor and a kind of enjoyment in itself, which is more exciting than the pleasure brought by the essence explosion during male and female intercourse.
only……
Is Di Cheng really hesitating?
No!
He is waiting too! He is counting time and delaying time.
until……
Fifteen minutes later, Xiaojie Chunlang closed the luminous watch and said: "Mr. Di, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your thinking, but my time is limited, so please give me an answer."
Di Cheng said indifferently: "Give me another five minutes."
"We have been polite enough and ask Mr. Di not to go too far. The time has come, please make your choice."
Di Cheng was unmoved and repeated again: "Five minutes."
Xiao Jie Chunlang frowned slightly, and a trace of impatience finally flashed through his cold expression. He enjoyed the feeling of overlooking the enemy, but this did not mean that he was willing to wait indefinitely. After a slight hesitation, he looked at Babu
Xuanyuan Ziyi, who is trapped in the center, is Xixie Hong.
Nishiwaki Hong shook his head slightly and quietly made a downward cut gesture, meaning...if he can't wait or stay, he can take action.
Xiaojie Chunlang coughed lightly and said: "Mr. Di..."
Di Cheng interrupted immediately: "I should be able to give you a satisfactory answer in five minutes."
"Should? Please explain, Mr. Di."
"Wait!" Di Cheng's tone suddenly increased, and his sharp eyes stared coldly at Xiao Jie Chun Lang. The invisible power made the opponent's heart beat, and his resolute attitude wavered slightly.
"Can't wait! Mr. Di, please make a decision!" Gui Deng Man Yue suddenly shouted.
"Please make a decision!" He Shenkui and more than two hundred members of the Army assassins shouted in unison!
"Please make a decision, immediately!" Guzhuang Needle Dove also said coldly, and the Soul Burying Troops followed suit.
"Mr. Di, I want to ask you for the last time, your choice is..." Xiao Jie Chunlang raised his right hand fiercely, and the captains of the surrounding units immediately issued orders to their subordinates. The already frozen atmosphere became tense again. The early summer night was originally relatively cool.
, but it seemed particularly cold at this moment.
Xu Yun and others controlled the anger in their hearts, and no one acted rashly. The words Yang Jing said before clearly echoed in everyone's mind... Everything is under control!
So, they choose to trust!
At this moment, in the dense forest thousands of meters away from here, a large number of figures are running wildly through the undulating and dark mountains at a lightning speed. Everyone's brows are tightly furrowed, their expressions are anxious, and they are constantly urging themselves in their minds.
Bang bang bang! Continuous dull sounds sounded in the team, but this was not the sound of footsteps stamping on the ground, but the sound of falling to the ground!
It was dark at night, the mountain road was undulating, and they deliberately did not use any lighting measures, so they were naturally faced with falling and injuries while running. But every time they fell to the ground in embarrassment, no one cried out in pain, or even grunted.
Deliberately suppressed by oneself.
If you fall, get up and keep running! Hit a tree, get up and keep running! If you stumble, get up and keep running!
Everyone's body is covered with scars, and the corners of everyone's mouth are bloodshot, but everyone's eyes are flashing with the same sparkle, which is excitement, bloodthirsty, and anxiety!
Who are they? They are a large force that broke away halfway, the real elites of Heiwu, Ballistic, and Lengfeng, with a total of six hundred people! Not only that, there is another force at the front of the crowd...the Guards!!
It is the Guards that has completed two months of training in the Hengduan Mountains. It is the Guards that has been reborn and its strength has soared. Sha Lang, Tong Min, King Kong, the three golds, and the other fifty or so people are all silver. They are the true members of the Eight Tribes.
The most powerful knife!
And this is exactly the counter-intentional plan planned by Yu Xiaotian and Annie, assuming that Xuanyuan Ziyi is a spy, and setting up a counter-attack to kill! In order to keep the matter secret, no one knew about it before they entered Shikoku Island! In order
After achieving the greatest results, they dispersed and hid deep in the mountains, a full five kilometers away from Di Cheng and others.
"Hurry up! Hurry up!"
"I usually complain that I have no passion, but at the critical moment I show off, so let me lose my temper!"
"Get up, hurry up, hurry up!"
"I'm warning you, if anyone messes with me, get out of the Eight Tribes immediately."
"TMD, are women playing too much? Be more flexible!"
While running wildly, occasionally mixed with the deliberately suppressed angry shouts of the captains, all the tribesmen gritted their teeth, endured the pain, and pressed forward with all their might with their heads down.
Until...two minutes later!!
"There's a light ahead!!! His grandpa's is here!!"
"Slow down your steps and move forward! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
"Shut up, whoever dares to scream at me, I will castrate him!"
One minute later!
The dense light spots finally became clear. Sha Lang, who was at the front, raised his right hand high and shook it fiercely in the air. His expression was as ferocious as a ghost, and his sharp roar suddenly exploded in the night: "The ballistics are behind, the rest of the troops, kill!!!"
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