At ten o'clock, a group of people walked out of Yueyang Tower.
"Wu Ming, please take them back," Xiao Feng said while holding a cigarette in his mouth and holding Wu Ming's shoulders.
Wuming shook his head: "Let's send you back." He could tell that Xiao Feng and the others would be in trouble on their way back.
Seeing Wuming's insistence, Xiao Feng no longer refused: "Okay, let's go together, haha, Wuming, if you have nothing to do, eat more meat, it's too thin."
A group of people and five cars headed towards the Hellfire in Nancheng. Just as everyone was leaving, a man in black walked out of the shadows and turned on his headphones: "Boss, Xiao Feng has left."
"Well, get ready for action. Remember to entertain them well," there were a few rustling sounds at first, and finally a cold voice came out.
"Yes," the man said and changed the channel: "Group 3, Xiao Feng and others are returning to Hellfire. You are ready to take action. Group 1 and 2, you rush over quickly and be sure to keep them."
"Brother Feng, why haven't the Skeleton Group taken action yet?" Zhang Yu yawned and forced himself to keep his eyes open. After playing for a day, he drank so much wine tonight that he felt really sleepy.
Xiao Feng held a cigarette in his mouth and chuckled: "Haha, why are you so anxious? Isn't this coming?"
"Where are you?" When Zhang Yu heard this, he immediately woke up, his eyes were shining, and his expression was like that of a bachelor who had been thirsty for many years and suddenly saw his naked little wife.
Xiao Feng stepped on the brakes and slowed down the car: "Aren't you waiting in front?" After saying that, he took out the revolver and threw it to Zhang Yu: "Hold it, I'll defend myself later."
"Oh, why do I use this thing?" Zhang Yu rolled his eyes, pulled out the three-sided military thorn, wiped it on his clothes, and a cold light flashed, "I like to use this to kill people, haha, it's even better than making love. Refreshing feeling,"
When Xiao Feng saw that Zhang Yu didn't want it, he put his hand on his back and opened the car door: "Let's go, get out of the car and go play with them."
Thirty meters in front of the Mercedes-Benz, there was a line of young men in black, all holding sabers in their hands, glowing with bloodthirsty.
"Is that Xiao Feng across from you?" a young man in black asked, pointing his sword at Xiao Feng.
Xiao Feng smiled and nodded: "Yes, it's your Grandpa Xiao,"
"Brothers, give me a good greeting," the young man in black sneered, walking towards Xiao Feng first.
‘Bang bang’, the car door opened, and the ten men of Sha Feng jumped down from the bullet head, shaking their bodies, and stood behind Xiao Feng.
"Feng, let them do it," Wuming's hoarse voice sounded slowly.
Xiao Feng thought for a while and nodded: "Okay,"
Wuming waved his hand, and the ten-man group of Evil Wind faced the young man in black with a ferocious smile. Even the demon sword and the flame girl were not far behind and rushed to the front.
The young men in black stopped and looked at the ten-man group of evil spirits rushing up, raising their sabers.
Xiao Feng was a little bored. This was a battle with huge disparity in strength. Although this group of young men in black were much stronger than the rebels, they were far behind compared to the ten-man group of Sha Feng.
As soon as Zhang Yu was about to rush forward, he was pulled back by Xiao Feng: "Don't be embarrassed, just watch the fun here,"
Zhang Yu rolled his eyes and said boredly: "I ate so much tonight, I have to let me digest the food."
"Someone is here again," Wuming turned his head and looked at the road they just walked.
Zhang Yu was very excited when he heard this: "I have to go up this time, don't stop me." He looked back and saw that there was no one there. Just when he was about to ask, a light came over and there were more than ten cars. The black van roared towards me and stopped in the middle of the road.
Xiao Feng looked at the man in black who jumped out of the car, and his blood gradually started to burn: "Since you're here, let's all stay." As he spoke, he clenched his fists, his body was as fast as lightning, and he rushed towards the young man in black. .
A scuffle broke out between the two sides, and screams continued.
The Ten Evil Winds will completely turn into killing machines. They transform into devils and gods of death, harvesting lives one by one through their own methods.
Wuming stood on the roof of the car, looking down at the scene of the melee. Some young men in black, with eyes open, rushed toward Wuming with knives in their hands.
The nameless eyes glowed with bloodthirsty light, and his body jumped down from the roof of the car. He grabbed the young man's neck with both hands and twisted violently. There were only a few "click" sounds of bone cracking, and the young man in black heard the sound of cracking bones. The neck was broken.
If that was the case alone, then Wuming would not be hailed as a pervert by the members of the evil wind. He was a bloody executioner. Breaking his neck was not included. He continued to exert force with his hands. The head of the young man in black was torn apart by him, and the whole head was pulled out. When he came down, the head left the body, and blood spurted out like a fountain, creating a shower of blood.
"A head," Wuming put his head on the roof of the car and looked at it admiringly for a few times. Then he turned to look at the other young men in black. Using the same killing method, he pulled off the heads one by one and put them on the table. Put it on the roof of the car.
"It's the eighth one, quack," Wuming laughed strangely, wiped the blood on his hands, and started looking for a new target. In fact, Wuming's methods were abnormal, and other members of the evil wind were not the same.
No. 2 fights wildly, loves fighting as much as his life, and enjoys killing people. His usual killing method is to blast the enemy's head with his fists, feeling the moist heat of blood and flesh, which gives him the pleasure of killing.
The big sunglasses on Kuangzhan's face did not affect his vision at all. His fist hit the head of the young man in black accurately. With each punch, one of his heads would burst open and spill out a patch of red and white. mixture.
The demon sword and the flame girl are not very merciful in their killing methods. The demon sword usually doesn't like to use knives. Only when it thinks the enemy is worthy enough, will it pull out the waist knife that is faster than lightning and cut people into pieces.
After the flame girl exercised, the flame totem on her forehead appeared. Coupled with that beautiful face, she seemed to be the dragon girl who killed the Buddha.
The original No. 5 is now Crab No. 3, with two exaggeratedly strong and even deformed arms, like a human-shaped meat grinder, which likes to break people at the waist to show off his extraordinary strength.
Hill No. 4, two meters tall, with big arms and a round waist. He can knock out a black bear with a single punch. His skin is hard. Although he is not as invulnerable as exaggerated, he can hardly do anything if someone punches him. But if he punches someone else, That is absolutely fatal. In the entire evil wind, only crabs can compete with him.
At this time, the hill was like a moving hill, constantly grabbing the young man in black and breaking the opponent's bones with one punch. His purpose was similar to that of a crab, and he also wanted to use this to show off his power.
Lightning No. 5, as its name suggests, is as fast as lightning. A knife with lightning patterns flies up and down, creating a dazzling light, and cuts the throat of the young man in black. In just a few minutes, the whole person has turned into a bloody man.
Maitreya No. 6 is a bomb maniac. He is as fat as a pig, but extremely flexible. When he is not using bombs, he likes to dig out the hearts of his enemies with his hands and crush them with his own hands in front of them.
Iron Fist No. 7 is as hard as iron and can kill with one punch. His fists are as light as the wind and as powerful as thunder. No matter who he fights, he likes to punch the enemy in the heart. If he dissects the corpse, he will You will find that your heart has been completely shattered by the fist.
Number 8 is the eighth eyebrow boy. He is holding a sword in his hand and is skewering candied haws on a stick. Once he cuts the knife, two people will be skewered. Then he changes the knife and two people and continues to skewer the candied haws. See how excited he is. He looked clearly enjoying himself.
Compared with the ten-man group of Evil Wind, the killing methods of Xiao Feng and Huo Tian are much more gentle and gentle, but no matter how gentle or gentle they are, they still need to kill people.
Looking at the young men in black, they have completely lost their will to fight, and their eyes are full of fear. Especially when they notice the heads on the roof of the car, they become even more frightened. These are not people, but devils, murderous devils.
They wanted to run away, but the ten-man group of Evil Winds did not give them a chance. Punches, knives, and screams of blood became the main theme of the night.
A hundred meters away from the melee scene, a black Jetta parked on the side of the road. In the driver's seat, a man in black stared at the scene, his hands on the steering wheel trembling uncontrollably, "They, who are they?"
In just five minutes, the one-sided massacre ended. Black-clothed corpses were everywhere, and blood was flowing everywhere. Heads, hearts, and broken limbs were all shocking and bloody.
Xiao Feng wiped the blood on his hands on the corpse, took out a cigarette and lit it, with an evil smile on his face: "I guess Ding Zihang will cry tonight,"
"There's someone over there," Wuming's eyes suddenly flashed, looking at the black Jetta hidden in the darkness a hundred meters away, "Lightning, go kill him,"
"Yes," Lightning nodded, holding the lightning pattern knife in one hand, and was about to take action.
"Wait a minute," Xiao Feng waved his hand and stopped Lightning: "Haha, let him go back and describe to Ding Zihang what happened tonight."
The man in black in the Jetta also realized that he had been discovered, started the car in a hurry, stepped on the accelerator, and ran away like a flying car.
Seeing the Jetta leaving, Xiao Feng shrugged: "A Tian, ask someone to come over and dispose of the body."
"Okay", Huo Tian nodded, took out his mobile phone and was about to make a call.
"Why bother?" Maitreya took out an object the size of a table tennis ball from his pocket: "One high-explosive bomb can blow these people into pieces."
Xiao Feng rolled his eyes: "You went out to eat with a bomb in your pocket,"
"Hey, I'm used to it," Maitreya said with a fat face and a smile as bright as a chrysanthemum.
"Okay, everyone, please help, throw the bodies into the truck, and blow up the truck as well," Xiao Feng pointed to more than a dozen vans and said slowly.
Everyone nodded and started to clean up the scene. After cleaning for a while, the ten members of the Evil Wind Group began to regret. They had known that they needed to clean up themselves. Why did they leave the body so broken and make it so difficult to clean up now?
"Oh, Maitreya, you must have done this," Lightning grabbed a broken heart and shouted angrily at Maitreya.
Maitreya looked up and saw that it seemed that he had crushed it himself, "Girl, if you need to clean up by yourself in the future, you will never kill people like this again."
The killing took just five minutes, but it took half an hour to clean up the body, including the head, arms, legs, ears, heart, and the body and threw it into more than a dozen vans.
Everyone returned to the car. Maitreya took out the ping pong bomb, adjusted the time, and threw it into a van. Then, he ran into the bullet and said, "Quickly, it will explode in ten seconds."
When everyone heard this, they were startled, cursed Maitreya, quickly started their cars and rushed out.
As soon as the car ran more than ten meters, there was a loud "boom" from behind, and several vehicles were accelerated forward by the heat wave. Everyone looked back and saw that the dozen or so vans were already engulfed in a sea of fire and burning. stand up,
