A group of about thirty men in black all raised their gleaming samurai swords and ran over like a black hurricane, shouting.
Ximen Lang stopped in his drunken state, squinted at these unknown guys, and said vaguely: "What are you doing, killing people?"
The tall man in black at the head ran up to him first and cursed: "You bastard, you dare to touch Master Zhan from our underworld gang. You are really impatient. I will send you to the West now..."
As soon as the words fell, the sword flashed!
The katana slashed sharply at an angle.
The cold light shook, and Ximen Lang became energetic all of a sudden. A ray of coldness flashed in his eyes, and without any evasion, he struck suddenly with his right fist.
"Bang!"
When the katana was less than a foot away from his shoulder, his fist hit the man in black's arm holding the sword hard.
Then there was the sound of slight bone cracking, and the man in black's right arm bone became shattered. He screamed in pain, and the knife in his hand involuntarily let go and fell.
Ximen Lang made a move with his left hand, took the katana in his hand, held it tightly and swept it out sideways.
The knife passed...
The body of the man in black, whose right arm was comminutedly fractured, was broken into two pieces at the waist. The red light filled the air and he fell to the ground, gurgling with blood.
In the blink of an eye, an enemy was killed.
Although the other men in black were secretly frightened, they still wielded their samurai swords and chopped them down with great ferocity.
Ximen Lang poured force into his left arm, and the samurai sword flew away against the light of the sword, like a phantom.
"Dangdangdang..."
After a loud noise, the samurai swords in the hands of the five or six men in black who were gathered around were struck and unable to hold them, and they were thrown to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, they screamed like they were killing pigs.
"Ah...ah...ah..."
Blood holes appeared on all the chests of these six people, and without exception they hit the heart, and blood arrows shot out.
Seeing that the guy they were dealing with was so fierce, killing seven people with one strike, the rest of the men in black were all frightened, and their knife-wielding hands were trembling.
Ximenlang laughed wildly and yelled: "You bastards dare to kill me. No one here will be alive. You will all die..."
Like a ferocious tiger, he wielded his samurai sword and slashed rapidly. Blood spurted out, and the men in black howled and fell into a pool of blood.
In less than a moment, out of the thirty people, only five men in black were left alive. However, three of them were so frightened by this demonic young man that they wet their pants. The smell of fishy smell mixed with blood filled the air, making them tremble.
He said: "He... he is not a human... he is a devil..."
"No, let's go quickly..."
After the five people were extremely frightened, they no longer dared to fight each other desperately. They felt that it was more important to save their lives, so they turned around and ran in the direction they came from, like bereaved dogs.
Ximen Lang sneered, "It's not that easy to run away..."
The magic skill was unleashed, and he ran over like the wind, raised the knife in his hand, and the heads of the three men in black immediately left their bodies and fell onto the road. The headless corpses spurted blood and ran forward for two or three times based on inertia.
He took a step and fell down.
Ximen Lang raised his foot and kicked the body of the man in black on the left into the air, hitting the willow tree beside the road. All the bones in his body broke and made a gurgling sound, and he lay limp on the ground like a soft-skinned snake.
With a quick glance, Ximen Lang saw that the last man in black had run more than ten meters away, and he didn't bother to chase him anymore. He flicked his hand, and the katana arced through the air, and it was inserted into the opponent's back accurately, and he thumped.
With a sound, the man fell to the ground.
A fierce fight killed more than thirty people. The tragic situation made customers in the shops on both sides afraid to come out. When vehicles drove here, they hurriedly turned around and left, and no pedestrians dared to pass by.
On the road, only a young boy covered in blood stood. He looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, "I'm not a human, I'm just a bastard... Hahahaha..."
The laughter resounded in the air, but the arrogance contained too much bitterness and helplessness!
Sharp sirens came from a distance, and three police cars roared over from the west. They braked suddenly and stopped, crossing the road.
More than a dozen policemen rushed out of the car, raised their pistols in unison, pointed at the criminal suspect who seemed to be unconscious in front of him, and shouted: "Don't move, raise your hands, otherwise you will shoot..."
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The thunderous roar made Ximen Lang realize that he was recovering. As soon as he saw so many guns aimed at him, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat and woke up from alcohol. Following the instructions, he raised his hands and stood still.
A group of police officers were extremely horrified when they saw the corpses on the ground. This guy was so bad. He was simply a murderer. He actually killed so many people. He was definitely a dangerous person and should not be careless.
The leading criminal police captain Jiang Feichen looked at the suspect carefully for a moment and said in surprise: "Is it you?"
Ximen Lang also recognized him, grinned and said, "Yes, it's me."
Jiang Feichen was ecstatic in his heart. You bastard, you finally fell into my hands this time. Damn it, you have killed so many people, let’s see if you are still alive this time! He shouted righteously: “Come here, torture him.
Get up and take it away for me..."
Two policemen stepped forward, put handcuffs on Ximenlang's wrists, and escorted him into the police car.
Jiang Feichen arranged for some of his men to investigate the scene and collect evidence, while he got into the police car, ordered the driver to drive towards the Municipal Public Security Bureau.
The major street murder quickly alarmed the city bureau leaders. When the Public Security Bureau Chief Yuan Chenghan saw this crazy criminal suspect, he couldn't help being shocked and couldn't close his mouth.
Jiang Xiaoyu, the captain of the anti-narcotics brigade, heard the news and came over curiously to see who had killed so many people. When she saw that the blood-covered criminal in the interrogation room was her sweetheart,
It was like being struck by lightning, and I almost fainted, not knowing what to do.
Yuan Chenghan was stunned for a while, and then he ordered: "I want to interrogate this criminal suspect in person. The clerk will stay and the rest of the people will go out."
Jiang Feichen frowned, what does the director mean? His actions are a bit abnormal. Even if he interrogates the criminal suspect in person, he has to let me, the criminal police captain, participate, right?
Helpless, since he was his immediate superior, he had no choice but to follow the order and go out with Jiang Xiaoyu and other police officers.
In the interrogation room, only Yuan Chenghan, a young clerk, and Ximen Lang were left.
Yuan Chenghan took off the big-brimmed hat on his head, took out his handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his face, and said to himself: "It's so hot... Why is it so hot today..."
The clerk next to me was a little puzzled, it's winter, why is it so hot? What's wrong with the director?