"Who?" Death God No. 1 also felt that someone was approaching them.
"Come out! Stop hiding." Death God No. 2 glanced around and shouted vigilantly. As No. 2 spoke, eighteen people walked towards the Eight Gods of Death from the surrounding alleys. People on the street, come on.
Often, they were not sure which way to go until they surrounded the Eight Death Gods. When people walking around saw something unexpected, they knew that the gangsters were going to fight, so they evaded and left one after another.
"Are you from the Red Maple Society?" asked a big man in a black suit at the front of the eighteen people.
"That's right." Death God No. 1 sneered back.
"Do you want to dominate Shanghai?" A big man in a black suit at the front of the eighteen people asked with a sneer.
"What's the problem?" Death God No. 2 asked with a sneer.
"Just you guys?" The big man in a black suit asked with a sneer again.
"Do you think there are more people, or more people?" Death No. 8 asked with a sinister smile.
"There are a lot of people here too, so don't force us to kill you." The big man in a black suit said coldly.
"Kill us?" Death No. 7 sneered.
"Leave or die?" The big man in a black suit asked coldly, not paying attention to what he said.
"A bunch of boys who don't know how high the sky is." Death God No. 1 said coldly, walking slowly towards the grassland on the other side of Long Yu.
"No. 8, I leave it to you." Death God No. 2 said lightly, turned around and waved, and continued: "They are ordinary people, don't use your strength to play with them." Death God No. 2 waved, and led the other five to
Death No. 1 walked over and the seven of them sat cross-legged together.
"Hey, you have something to play with." Death God No. 8 said excitedly.
"We are Shanghai's special agent team, so we call them Phantom Warriors. If you don't want to lose your lives, please leave here as soon as possible." The big man in a black suit did not take Death No. 8 seriously at all and said very coldly and arrogantly.
"Stop talking nonsense, let it go if you can..." Death God No. 8 said. The big man in a black suit suddenly waved a silver pistol and pulled the trigger repeatedly: "Bang! Bang!..." Death God No. 8
Forced, he could only give up and dodge continuously. Death No. 8 didn't want to be too serious, so he used the trees and buildings nearby to dodge all the bullets fired by the big man in the black suit.
"Crack! Crack!" The big man in a black suit found that all the bullets were out, and then shouted an order: "Kill him!"
"Wait!" Death God No. 8 stepped out, waved his right hand parallel and shouted.
"What? Afraid of death?" The big man in a black suit asked contemptuously.
"Gunfights are not fun. You die quickly. How about we fight with fists?" Death God No. 8 suggested lightly, and then said contemptuously: "You can join us together."
"You!" The big man in a black suit shouted angrily, and then said angrily: "You want to play, I will let you. Go ahead and kill him."
The big man in a black suit gave the order, and eighteen people gathered around, punched and kicked Death God No. 8. It was a one-sided fight, with countless fists hitting Death God No. 8, and countless kicks hitting Death God No. 8.
Death God No. 8 did not move at all. Eighteen people attacked for a while, then stopped and fell around.
"It doesn't hurt or itchy, can you do something about it?" Death God No. 8 said a little displeased.
"You! You're not injured at all. How is this possible?" The big man in a black suit looked at Death No. 8 in shock and asked in disbelief.
"Hey, hey, No. 8, you are playing too seriously." Death No. 7 shouted dissatisfied.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Death God No. 8 turned to look, and Death God No. 7 said awkwardly, then turned back to the big man in the black suit and said: "Come again, come again, I will pretend."
"Damn it!" The big man in the black suit felt the contempt of the other party and was very annoyed. He shouted angrily: "Kill him!"
"Not good!" Death God No. 1 said in shock, because when he saw eighteen people, his hands suddenly turned red, which was unusual for ordinary people.
"It seems they are not ordinary people. You should be careful No. 8." Death God No. 2 warned.
Death God No. 8 was not surprised, but became excited. He waved his right hand flatly, signaling for them to attack. Long Yu watched quietly, without saying anything, and looked at Death God No. 1 with a somewhat displeased expression.
"If you want to take action, just do it." When Death God No. 8 saw them, he waved his hands, but did not make a move, and said a little anxiously. The words of Death God No. 8 were like an order. As soon as he finished speaking, eighteen people at the same time,
Pointing his fist at him, twenty-six red lights struck the No. 8 God of Death from his arm.
Death God No. 8 sneered, the black shadows of his hands shone, and scattered the red light one after another without any damage on his body. The eighteen people were not surprised, and waved their hands in unison, attacking Death God No. 8. Death God No. 8 smiled, and counterattacked with his right hand.
He stretched out his back and knocked down five of them with one hand; he kicked out with his left foot and kicked six people away; he hit the bone of his right foot and knocked the big man in a black suit away.
"Ah! Poof!" The big man in a black suit yelled as he was knocked back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Ah!" This time it was the voice of Death God No. 8. He was hit by the remaining people and was knocked up.
"It seems they are not mortals. Now it's interesting." Long Yu was very excited, with an expectant expression on his face.
"Damn it!" Death God No. 8 felt so embarrassed that he stopped abruptly in the air, and then flew back like Superman.
"Bang! Bang!..." The man who was knocked away by Death God No. 8 waved his silver pistol before falling to the ground. As he rolled to the ground, he pulled the engine board and made continuous gunshots.
"No!" Seeing the bullets coming, Death God No. 8 shouted, waving his hands, and then two black lights intersected. The two black lights kept waving. If you look closely, you can see that they are the hands of Death God No. 8. The black light shines
After waiting for a while, Death No. 8 dropped his hand and disappeared, while Death No. 8 landed unscathed.
"What!" The big man in a black suit kept pressing the engine button until he finished firing the bullets. He even forgot to change the bullets for a while. The big man in a black suit opened his eyes wide and asked in horror: "Who are you?"
"You came to kill me, and you asked me who I am?" Death God No. 8 felt ridiculous and asked with a chuckle.
"Hmph! Don't go against me!" The big man in black suit snorted angrily, and then shouted angrily: "Damn it! Get rid of him, kill him." The big man in black suit shouted angrily,
He threw away the silver gun in his hand, took out a bottle of water from his waist, and drank it in one gulp.
"Gu! Gu!..." The other seventeen people, like big men in black suits, drank a bottle of dark water.
"What's something good to drink?" Death No. 8 chuckled, looking forward to them, and then said excitedly: "I hope you can become capable of playing with me."
"Huh! I'll make you crazy!" The big man in a black suit disappeared instantly, and then hit the No. 8 God of Death with his right fist heavily.
"Ah!" Death God No. 8 was knocked away again, and he screamed in pain. The big man in a black suit retracted his hands and looked coldly at Death God No. 8 flying in the air.
What did they drink, and what kind of abilities did they have? If you want to know what happens next, please read the next chapter, Mysterious Organization.
