Blood kept splattering on their faces, and the three old foxes couldn't help but stun their bodies. Then they were confused, why didn't they feel severe pain?
Boom.
Hearing the noise, they quickly opened their eyes and immediately saw a corpse riddled with bullets and bloody and fleshy falling in front of them.
It's He Zhenzhong.
At that moment, he grabbed the mercenary corpse whose neck he had broken and threw it over, blocking the bullet.
Da da da.
"You want to kill someone, have you ever asked me?" He Zhenzhong had already grabbed the gun that fell on the ground.
Bullets were fired, and the two guys quickly dodged, ran past, and hid behind the tree.
The teeth of the two mercenaries were almost broken. They still didn't believe it. They couldn't kill this guy, not even the three guys who had no power to resist.
A guy has his gun extended.
Da da.
Dang Dang.
Snapped.
Ah, the guy suddenly screamed, with several broken pieces of iron stuck in his face. He covered his face and kept retreating, with a look of panic and fear on his face. The guy's bullet actually hit his gun directly.
Guan, blew up his gun?
This, accurate, is terrible.
Although he was also a mercenary who had killed many people and had seen many lives and deaths, this feeling of being absolutely suppressed still made an uncontrollable feeling of fear arise in his heart.
He is not afraid of death, but he is not afraid of death. He is afraid of being killed by others as easily as swatting a fly.
Deng Deng. He kept retreating. He wanted to leave this place known as the mercenary graveyard. He swore that if he could still live, he would never set foot in China again in this life.
It's a pity that once you choose something, you don't have a second chance to choose it.
Da da da.
Puff.
On his vest, several blood flowers bloomed.
With a thud, his body fell to the ground.
The other mercenary was also scared to death and was already sweating profusely. The five of them all had guns. Not only could they not kill a guy with bare hands, but they were about to be killed by that guy?
Who is this guy? He is scared, really scared.
Of course, if he knew that He Zhenzhong was codenamed Death, then he might not be so confused.
"Ah." He yelled crazily. Since he couldn't survive, he had to drag a few people behind him.
Da da da.
The two guns fired almost simultaneously.
Dang Dang Dang.
The sound of bullets colliding continued.
What? The kid lying in a pool of blood had his eyes wide open and his face was dull. He looked like he had seen a ghost. That guy's shooting skills were so accurate? He could actually block bullets with bullets?
The mercenary's hand also shook and he was frightened.
In such a moment of confusion, his finger pulled the trigger slower by just a second.
Da da.
Puff.
A bloody bullet hole instantly appeared between his eyebrows.
Boom, the gun in his hand fell. His eyes widened and his face was full of disbelief. He was actually killed without even killing the three people who were lying there, unable to fight back.
Deng Deng.
After taking a few steps back, his body suddenly fell down and landed heavily on the ground with a thud.
The faces of Old Fox, Yama, and Harley were also filled with shock. They really thought they were dead, but now that they are still alive, they all have an unreal feeling like a dream.
"You, what are you going to do?"
Hearing the little devil's frightened scream, the three of them came back to their senses, turned their heads, and looked over.
He Zhenzhong had already thrown away the gun and pulled out the samurai sword.
The little devil's face was filled with deathly gray, his feet kept kicking on the ground, and he stepped back.
"I heard that you are very good at making people into human sticks, and you especially like to use us Chinese to make them." He Zhenzhong walked by with his samurai sword, and the tip of the sword kept scratching the ground, leaving a mark.
"You, you can't do this, you can't abuse the prisoners."
"So, what about those people who were used as adult sticks by you? Have you treated them well? Have you given them pleasure? If you can't do it yourself, don't ask others." He Zhenzhong looked at the little devil and slowly approached,
"Don't be afraid. In fact, I am also very good at being a stickler. Let's just talk about it and you can give me some advice and pointers."
call.
"No."
puff.
"ah."
The three old foxes couldn't help but tremble. He Zhenzhong was so cruel that he took action directly.
"Old fox, he is like this."
The old fox shook his head and sighed, "He is indifferent to his enemies and is iron-blooded to the end, but he never gives up and cares deeply about his own people. He can really be called a kind-hearted God of Death."
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The kind-hearted God of Death? The King of Hell and Harley were stunned for a moment, then nodded. Yes, kindness and the God of Death are definitely opposites, but they were fused together in He Zhenzhong.
They suddenly felt lucky that they were one of their own with He Zhenzhong, otherwise, the end would have been miserable.
"ah."
The little devil's screams continued to sound, but his voice became weaker and weaker, and his vitality was rapidly drained by the massive bleeding.
He Zhenzhong had already cut off both of his feet, then threw away his samurai sword and walked up to the old fox, "Can you still hold on?"
"I can't die for the time being." The old fox gritted his teeth and said.
He Zhenzhong nodded, turned around, picked up the gun on the ground, took out the bullets, then touched the bodies of those guys, found a lighter and a handle, and then returned to the three old foxes.
He Zhenzhong grilled his head with a lighter and looked at the old fox, "Be patient."
"Their people will be back soon. If it's too late, leave first."
"Leave, your foot will be useless." He Zhenzhong said, and stabbed hard with his head.
"Ah." The old fox screamed in pain, and a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
After first cutting through the flesh and blood, He Zhenzhong quickly took out the bullet stuck inside.
Then, he pried open the bullet casing, poured gunpowder on the wound, and then used a lighter.
boom.
A group of fireworks rose and quickly extinguished.
After finishing, he squatted in front of the King of Hell and treated his gunshot wound.
After treating all three people's wounds, He Zhenzhong stood up and said, "You leave here for now and hide. I'll lure those guys away."
The three old foxes looked at He Zhenzhong with complicated expressions and nodded, "Thank you."
"They are all soldiers, why bother." He Zhenzhong shrugged, grabbed the gun, and ran away quickly.
"Maybe we were really wrong."
"Yes, he is a pure iron-blooded soldier and has never meant anything against us."
"Um."
"If you can go back alive, apologize to him."
"good."
As they spoke, the three of them supported each other and limped back.
And He Zhenzhong went directly towards the group of guys who came back after hearing the noise...