"Boy, I ask you one last time, who are you?" A man in a black vest raised the machete in his hand, pointed at Shen Lang, and coldly snorted: "If you don't tell me, I will chop off your hands and feet right now.
Don’t wait until your hands and feet are cut off and then cry and say you know so-and-so, it will be too late by then!”
Shen Lang's expression didn't change, and he finally said his first words: "You guys have to come up quickly, it's very annoying to hang around under my nose!"
Several men were stunned for a moment, not expecting that Shen Lang would dare to say such outrageous words.
"Oh, you fucking dare to show off in front of us, you are so courageous! Since you want to die, I will grant you your wish!"
The man in a black vest waved the machete in his hand and slashed at Shen Lang's arm, with a sinister smile on his face.
Before the machete fell, Shen Lang swung a punch unhurriedly and hit the man's temple.
"Boom!"
With a muffled sound, the man flew straight away. A large amount of blood gushed out from his mouth, nose and ears. He rolled his eyes and died immediately.
This man was beaten to death by Shen Lang with one punch!
Shen Lang snatched the machete from the man's hand, and several other strong men swarmed forward, either holding daggers and machetes, or waving iron rods in their hands, and attacked different parts of Shen Lang's body.
Shen Lang did not dodge or dodge, he clenched the machete in his hand, swung it half a circle in the air, and waved it twice seemingly casually.
"Boom!" Two violent sounds broke through the air, and the machete in Shen Lang's hand even set off a wave of air, which was extremely terrifying.
A strong man's body was instantly cut in half by a machete!
Blood rained wildly, flesh and blood fell, dyeing the ground blood red, and the thick smell of blood was nauseating.
Seeing this scene, the other four strong men couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, showing expressions of horror and horror, and were so frightened that they couldn't help but take a few steps back.
But it's too late.
Shen Lang swung the machete forward a few more times, and the heads of the two strong men were cut off directly, and blood splashed out like a fountain.
Finally, with a swing of the knife, two more people were cut with a large gash in their chests and fell to the ground dead.
The whole process only lasted two seconds. Five strong men were killed by Shen Lang with extremely fierce means.
Shen Lang took a deep breath and killed someone again. The pleasure of killing gave him a kind of mental trembling and joy.
This feeling was the same as when he was a killer before. The anger would slowly erupt. Shen Lang hated this feeling, but he enjoyed it mentally.
In some ways, Shen Lang hates this unreal self.
The fat man who fell to the ground was so frightened that his eyes widened.
Seeing Shen Lang approaching him step by step with a machete stained red with blood, the fat man was so frightened that he lost control of his bowels and opened his mouth, only to find that he was too frightened to speak!
Shen Lang was merciless. He clenched the handle of the knife with his right hand and slashed straight down with a dull look on his face.
Blood flowed violently, and the fat man's body was cut into two pieces.
When two doctors in white coats in a nearby medical room saw this, their scalps went numb with fear and they ran away in panic.
Shen Lang snorted coldly, stepped forward and waved two swords.
The legs of the two doctors were cut in half, and heart-rending screams came from their mouths.
Those who were killed were all worthy of death, and Shen Lang didn't hesitate at all.
Many doctors who were performing organ harvesting operations on living people noticed the movement and tried to escape in panic.
Shen Lang stepped forward and cut off the legs of the doctors who were harvesting organs from living people with one knife.
Shen Lang kicked open the doors of each infirmary and chopped down everyone he saw except the people on the operating table.
The wails and screams in the entire corridor were particularly harsh, and no one could escape from Shen Lang's grasp.
Soon, the floor of the corridor was stained red with a large amount of blood, and the smell of blood was shocking.
Walking slowly towards the iron door at the end of the corridor, Shen Lang used a machete to cut off the lock on the iron door and pushed open the heavy iron door.
Walking in, you will find a large underground workshop.
The air was cold and damp, dim incandescent lights were on, and there was a smell of rotting flesh. The environment was very bad, and there were machetes and axes placed in every corner.
The entire workshop smelled of chemicals, mixed with high-concentration drugs.
Shen Lang looked at the things placed in the workshop, including some chemical raw materials and utensils, as well as poppy raw materials.
This place is a drug processing factory. No wonder the corpses seen in those abandoned steel plants had absorbed excessive amounts of drugs.
Those disabled people should have been forced to process drugs, and inevitably absorbed a large amount of drugs in the process, so they became like that.
When the disabled people are about to die after overdosing on drugs, these drug dealers will directly take their organs and sell them for money.
It's really disgusting to do this kind of crazy thing.
A large number of disabled people were locked in rows of iron cages behind the workshop.
Seeing Shen Lang approaching, the disabled people had panic and fear on their faces, as if danger was about to befall them.
Shen Lang walked forward slowly. Most of these disabled people were young people, with a few boys or girls aged fourteen or fifteen.
Perhaps to prevent these imprisoned disabled people from escaping, traffickers break their legs and let them work in drug processing.
No matter who Shen Lang's eyes rested on, that person would definitely tremble all over and tremble with fear.
Perhaps sensing the movement, several strong men came out of an office behind the underground workshop.
Seeing Shen Lang swaggering around the workshop, with blood stains all over his work clothes, the expressions of the strong men suddenly changed.
"catch him!"
After a loud shout, several strong men rushed towards Shen Lang.
A man in black also pulled out a Type 54 pistol from his waist.
Shen Lang stepped forward, snatched the machete from a strong man's hand, and slashed towards the man in black like a gust of wind.
The man in black's pupils dilated, and before he could shoot, his right arm was cut off by Shen Lang, causing blood to flow wildly.
"Kill him!" The other strong men saw this and shouted sternly.
It's a pity that they only had time to say this sentence. Shen Lang waved the machete in his hand like lightning and slashed at these guys with an expressionless expression!
"Puch, pow!"
The bodies of several of them were cut into two pieces by Shen Lang. Their limbs were trembling in a pool of blood, and hoarse and frightened screams came from their mouths.
A row of disabled people in the iron cage watched this bloody scene and heard various screams.
Shen Lang looked as normal, threw away the machete, took off his blood-stained coat, and walked out of the workshop as if nothing was wrong.
For Shen Lang, this operation is like a mission, but unlike previous missions, this time it is to repay Bai Qingyu's favor.