Eight hundred and eighteenth chapter knife split bullet
Yang Hao is holding a short-handled samurai sword. He is invincible and no one dares to stop him. He is quite majestic and majestic, as Zhao Zilong rushes into millions of Cao soldiers and no one can stop him. But when this man with a pistol appears, those thugs are frightened. There was undisguised relaxation in their eyes. There was no way to let them face Yang Hao directly. That was not much different from sending them directly to meet the God of Death.
The man held a pistol in his hand, and his expression was extremely arrogant or proud, because in his opinion, no matter how powerful Yang Hao was, he still held a cold weapon in his hand. How could it compare with a hot weapon like a pistol?
All it takes is a simple pull of the trigger, and no matter how brave you are to win the three armies, you will still be dead!
There was even a cruel smile on the man's face, with a bit of unabashed pride in the smile, because in his opinion, everything ended here today, and he was the one who ended it all!
He pulled the trigger without hesitation!
Kill the three men in front of you and you will get ten million US dollars!
If he killed these three people, the president would definitely praise him greatly. Thinking of this, when he pulled the trigger, there was already an unabashed pride on the man's face.
Facing this man's dark muzzle, Yang Hao did not dodge.
Although this man fired the gun very cleanly and without any hesitation, in Yang Hao's eyes it was still very slow. If Yang Hao were alone, Yang Hao would at least have countless ways to dodge this shot. The bullet escaped from the gun, but now he doesn't dare to hide because Jina is right behind him!
If Yang Hao points to the side, then Jina will definitely be shot!
Yang Hao's eyes suddenly shrank, his pupils seemed to shrink to a point, and the short-handled katana in his hand was raised with a swipe.
The hand of the man holding the gun pulled the trigger.
boom……
Gunfire erupted from the muzzle, and a bullet sprayed out of the barrel and flew directly towards Yang Hao's chest.
At the same time, Yang Hao's eyes had never been brighter. Under the pressure of a huge life and death crisis, Yang Hao's attention had never been more concentrated. At that moment, Yang Hao suddenly felt that everything around him seemed to be... Slowed down!
Yang Hao clearly saw the gunfire spraying from the opponent's muzzle, and also clearly saw the bullet sprayed out.
The gunfire seemed to become extremely slow, blooming slowly as if in slow motion, and the bullet also seemed to slow down, flying towards Yang Hao's chest with a stream of hot air.
Yang Hao didn't hesitate at all, and the short-handled samurai sword in his hand was chopped down directly.
quick!
As fast as a bolt of lightning in the dark night!
The people around him didn't see Yang Hao's movements clearly at all. They just saw Yang Hao raising the knife in confusion and then slashing it down.
He slashed the air with a knife.
Seeing this scene, everyone's hearts were filled with an almost absurd feeling.
What do you think this is?
When you chop into the air, do you still think you can chop at the bullets ejected from the pistol?
You are simply talking nonsense!
Just when this idea had just arisen in everyone's mind, everyone clearly heard a crisp sound in their ears!
A very low crisp sound.
Clean and crisp sound.
It seems, it seems, there is still a hint of fireworks in the air.
What is this sound?
Before everyone could recover, Yang Hao, who had slashed with the sword, had already slipped and appeared in front of the man holding the pistol in an instant. The short-handled samurai sword in his hand casually slashed down, hitting the man straight.
on the wrist.
Without any accident, the man's wrist was cleanly cut off by Yang Hao's knife, and the half of the wrist holding the pistol fell directly to the ground. The man's eyes widened in horror, staring at his dropped hand.
The hands on the ground seemed to be trapped in a nightmare, with a face of shock and disbelief.
However, his expression only lasted for a few seconds, because after Yang Hao cut off his hand with a knife, the knife in his hand swung upwards and had already cut straight through his neck.
A line of blood appeared on his neck. His remaining hand was tightly covering his neck, and the blood that kept pouring out from between his fingers showed that his neck had received a fatal blow.
The man covered his neck, his eyes filled with endless fear. He stared at Yang Hao's chest, trying to find traces of being shot on it, but he didn't see any trace of blood.
His heart became more and more frightened.
How can this be?
I obviously fired, how could he not be shot?
He didn't dodge, the two sides were so close, how could he not get shot!
This doesn't make sense!
Yang Hao looked at the man's unwilling eyes, waved the sharp samurai sword casually in his hand, and said coldly: "No need to look, the bullet you fired has already been split open by me with my knife."
The bullet was split by the knife!
Everyone who heard Yang Hao's words opened their eyes wide, and their eyes were full of fear. The eyes that looked at Yang Hao were completely different from before. If they looked at Yang Hao before, they were full of fear.
Fierce and carnage, but now there is only fear and awe.
******,Is that human being?
He actually split the bullet with a knife!
Is this something a human can do?
Not only the group of people in front of them, but also Jina and Anglia who were following Yang Hao opened their eyes wide, looking at Yang Hao with eyes full of shock and awe.
Yang Hao waved the katana in his hand casually, and a few drops of blood on the katana fell out with Yang Hao's movements, like a string of falling raindrops.
"If you don't want to die, get out!"
After Yang Hao said this, he bowed slightly and rushed forward again with his katana in hand.
This time, Yang Hao didn't need to say anything, everyone immediately moved to both sides like a tide, clinging tightly to the walls on both sides of the alley, not daring to block the front.
The scene of Yang Hao holding a samurai sword and killing everyone is still before our eyes. Coupled with the fact that he split the bullets, everyone lost the courage to face him.
Yang Hao kicked his foot, and the pistol flew directly towards Anglia, along with the broken arm.
Anglia was startled, but she reacted quickly, grabbed the pistol, tore off the broken arm, opened the magazine and took a look, confirming that there were still bullets in it.
Then she tightened her grip on the pistol and followed Yang Hao, but her eyes were looking around with vigilance. However, her vigilance seemed to be a bit unnecessary. These people had been completely frightened by Yang Hao, and no one dared to stand up and stop them.
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In an instant, Yang Hao and the other three people had already rushed out of the crowd of people and rushed out of the alley.
Behind the crowd, the Western man glanced at the red dot on the instrument in his hand, sneered at the man next to him with a samurai sword in his waist and his hair tied into a ponytail: "It seems like your people are too weak."
The man's face suddenly changed, and he stared at the Western man next to him like a knife, with a strong killing aura all over his body, but the Western man just smiled coldly and said: "Don't provoke me, believe it or not, I will kill him right now."
you!"
The Japanese man's face changed again, and his aura became a bit dangerous again, but the Western man turned a blind eye, as if he couldn't feel it at all, and looked at the Japanese man arrogantly: "Are you okay?
If it doesn’t work, I’ll take it, and you won’t be able to get your 10 million.”
"Baga!" the Japanese man snorted coldly and shouted angrily: "Don't be too arrogant. I am not a vegetarian with Yagyu Jiro's sword. I will definitely kill them with my sword myself!"
The Western man shrugged his shoulders and glanced at the position of the red dot on the instrument: "Really? Then you have to hurry up. If they escape to the street, it won't be so easy to kill them!"
The Japanese man glared at the Western man fiercely, picked up his walkie-talkie, spoke a few words quickly, then threw the walkie-talkie to his men, pulled out the samurai sword from his waist, and rushed into the alley.
The Western man turned a blind eye to the Japanese man's actions. Instead, he showed a somewhat mocking look on his face and muttered in a low voice: "People die for money and birds die for food. For ten million U.S. dollars, haha, I will let you die as a ghost. Test."
No matter if it’s a test, I, Huck, will never fail, so I’ll let you be cannon fodder and consume some of his energy.”
This burly Western man turned out to be the violent man Quinn had contacted before, Huck Bedi, known as the Tearer!
Huck looked at the moving light spots in the instrument. Without stopping any longer, he dropped the cigar in his hand on the ground, crushed it with his foot a few times, and then the whole person was instantly submerged into the darkness, as if he had never been there before.
It didn't happen in general.
In the alley, Yang Hao protected Jina and Anglia as they moved forward. The exit of the alley in front of them was already dimly visible. Yang Hao turned to Anglia and ordered: "As soon as I go out, I'll look for you."
A car, let’s leave quickly!”
As soon as Yang Hao finished speaking, a black shadow suddenly rushed out of the darkness ahead. Before the black shadow could reach him, a bright sword light had already struck him like a bolt of lightning, extremely fierce.
Yang Hao was startled. The short-handled samurai sword in his hand had been stretched out horizontally. He almost stopped the sword when it was about to hit Yang Hao's neck.
Ding!
The crisp sound of the blade striking resounded in the quiet alley, and a few sparks even spattered from the blade.
With the help of such a moment of effort, Yang Hao clearly saw the swordsman who suddenly attacked. He was a man in his thirties, with an obvious moustache. He held a long and narrow sword with both hands, and his eyes were like
The swordsman stared at Yang Hao, with undisguised murderous intent in his eyes.
Yang Hao raised his backhand and swung out the opponent's samurai sword. He stared at the opponent's face and asked coldly in Japanese: "Who are you? We are strangers to each other. Why are you chasing us?"
The Japanese man was a little surprised that Yang Hao could speak Japanese, but he soon calmed down, tightened the katana in his hand, and said coldly: "Ten million US dollars, someone wants you to die!" (To be continued)