He is a villain that thousands of felons in the prison dare not look at, not to mention that now he is covered in blood and looks like a devil. Who can't help but be so frightened that he trembles like a little quail? In the end, this kid still dares to show off.
, he laughed in anger as he was extremely deep in the city. This was good, lest he was too weak to kill.
However, he did not step forward first. He just glanced left and right with his eyes, observing the surroundings first to be on guard against any unexpected tricks by this kid. After all, if things go out of control, he will become a monster. Such a treacherous and evil person must be cautious.
Not too low, otherwise I wouldn't be able to survive until now in a dark environment.
In the end, it was discovered that this was just such an ordinary cell. There was no one ambushing me, and I didn’t see the weapon in the kid’s hand. It was just an alloy prison chair with no way to hide any hard objects. There was a camera monitoring the prisoner in the corner above his head.
, around this time, the warden and the people above him were monitoring whether these thugs were acting according to their established plan.
Han Feng knew that the person in front of him was the target that these "knives" wanted to get rid of.
"How long can you keep pretending to be calm?"
"Originally, I thought Zhou Dunhou had other means, but he really disappointed me." Tang Lang murmured.
He was here waiting for the mercenaries to sneak into Daliang Star. Who knew that Zhou Dunhou had made such a direct and low-level move? Obviously, this politician who had betrayed the Federation did not want Tang Lang, the Federation Major General, to be alive.
, in case he chooses to surrender, the value of a major general is even higher than that of him, the deputy speaker of the People's Assembly.
"It's really disappointing. None of the fish I caught have taken the bait yet!" Tang Lang's voice was still ringing in a low tone.
"What the hell are you talking about!" Han Feng was already furious. Although he didn't quite understand what the young man in front of him said, he could clearly feel his contempt, "I'll chop you up."
Let's see if you can show off your lower body!" As he spoke, the machete in his right hand suddenly swung and struck down, and a cold light struck Tang Lang's waist in mid-air.
Bang! Han Feng only noticed a huge numbness coming from the right hand that had used the machete, and then his eyes blurred. The machete in his right hand had already landed on Tang Lang's hand standing in front of him at some point. The two of them, in this scene,
It was as if there was a tacit understanding that Han Feng handed over the machete and handed it to Tang Lang's hand.
"Ohhhh!" Han Feng was shivering all over and at the same time, he stabbed forward with the knife in his left hand hysterically.
But it was a little late.
Pouch! It was like a fruit bursting! Tang Lang raised his hand and inserted the machete deep into the center of the felon's forehead.
It fits perfectly, as if it has just grown.
The other machete that was stabbed out was taken away by Tang Lang without any fuss after killing someone with one knife.
It was only then that Han Feng's thick body fell backward. The crowd behind him collectively stagnated.
Then, Tang Lang glanced at the camera and his voice sounded: "Fat man, get out."
Zhou Dunhou's gentle smile before the video was already frozen on his face, and the green smoke coming out of the lips of the warden who was leisurely watching a martial arts blockbuster directed by himself seemed to have solidified. They looked at the young man almost helplessly.
With great effort, he killed the violent assailant with a single blow, and then glanced in the direction of the camera with contempt.
Although they knew that the young man could not see them behind the screen, from the depths of their souls, an uncontrollable tremor still arose. It was derived from biological instinct, as if at that moment, they were facing
It is the creature at the top of the food chain.
At this moment, they suddenly remembered that he was a winner of the Victory Medal and a federal major general. He had no ability. No matter how hard the background was, he would not be able to grow to where he is today.
Then, they saw that the fat man in the cell on the other side directly picked up the alloy prison chair at hand, and his eyes couldn't help but bulge again.
The special prison chair that is specially used to lock prisoners. It is made of hard and heavy material and weighs 200 kilograms. It was actually smashed over with both hands. The heavy criminals who once looked menacing and carrying machetes were waving them in vain.
The appearance of the machete was like a chicken encountering Godzilla. The knife was knocked away immediately without saying a word. "Crack!" The continuous and tooth-aching sound of bone breaking sounded like the sound of the God of Death.
horn.
Relatively speaking, Tang Lang's killing method was not so brutal, and seemed much more elegant.
Holding a knife in one hand, he used Han Feng's fallen body as a cover and rushed out of the door. Wherever he passed, the light of the knife flashed, and people around him fell over one after another. There were also people who attacked with knives at this time, but they were all killed by Tang Lang's body.
The waist twisted strangely in mid-air to avoid these threats. However, anyone who dared to hand over the knife would be chopped or stabbed into the body by the ensuing knife light, and no one was spared.
The fat man, on the other hand, held an alloy chair and smashed a dozen people into the air. The prisoners who had already been killed were slightly awakened by the death of their companions, and they retreated one after another. Even if they were stabbed in the back seat by their companions' knives, they still had to retreat.
The area where the evil god is located.
Facts have proved that they were right. In just ten seconds, more than twenty corpses were left in the corridor and the cells on the side. The ones holding the knives seemed less cruel than the fat man.
At least thirteen people fell down around Tang Lang, and he actually killed several more than Fatty.
Seeing that the knife-wielding prisoners on the left and right sides of the corridor had retreated fifteen meters away, but were completely blocked, Tang Lang frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "Fat man, break the net!"
The fat man bared his teeth and said, "I'm good at this!"
He picked up the 200 kilogram heavy alloy chair in his hand and smashed it against the sealed alloy railing on one side of the corridor. The terrible collision sound that the metal kept emitting made the prisoners turn pale and retreat again, although they did not know what these two vicious gods were going to do.
, but they know that if someone does not want to smash the railing and wants to hit them, their small bodies are definitely not as strong as the alloy railing.
They saw the alloy railing deforming little by little, and finally the whole thing collapsed when the fat man exploded with huge force. Then he saw the two people turning around without hesitation and jumping from the second floor.
"Crazy!" This was the common thought of all the desperadoes present.
The second floor of the prison is not an ordinary second floor for residents. It is a floor with a height of nearly eight meters. If you jump from this height, it is impossible for your feet to withstand the impact of landing. Your legs will be broken directly. Even if you jump from this height,
Even people who have trained to strengthen their tendons can't do it.
However, these two people just jumped down. When the prisoners shouted and rushed to the edge of the building, they happened to see the violent "meat ball" fall to the ground and roll forward, and it really turned into a meat ball and continued to flip.
, and then stood up five or six meters away, relying on the lateral forward momentum exerted at the moment of landing to resolve the gravity of the fall.
But the young man with a pretty face who killed more people was even more awesome. He actually landed on the alloy railing that had been knocked down. With the elasticity of the alloy, he took a small step forward and easily relieved the huge force.
, just like the martial arts master in ancient legends, and the alloy railing was broken after he left.
Those thugs who had been exposed to bullets for a long time took a breath. They knew that it was not luck, but a manifestation of their ability to control the body that had reached its peak. No matter where they were placed, these two were extremely outstanding warriors.
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No wonder the warden and the people behind him want to use hundreds of them as swords. Against such a guy, hundreds of people may not be enough! The only good thing is that the God of Death is finally leaving.
At least, they don't have to deal with it anymore.
The prisoners had already seen heavily armed prison guards running out of the passage. They all had energy guns in their hands and were surrounding the two men from all sides.
"The suspects have escaped from prison. Kill them on the order of the commander!" the warden ordered through the earpiece through gritted teeth.
He could have used the prisoner rebellion technique to seamlessly kill the two people asked to be killed. In the future, even if the federal investigation was conducted, they would be unable to do anything to him. It turned out that Potian was an oversight. However, the opponent managed to escape from a kind of prisoner. He had already
With no way out, they were forced to use the prison guards.
Perhaps this warden, who is accustomed to serving others for personal gain, does not know that he, his superiors, and even the entire Daliangxing have been sold out by that big shot who was born in Daliangxing. What everyone here has done
Everything is working for a spy from the Great Eagle Empire.
It's just that they don't do this kind of thing once or twice, they have long been accustomed to it. Just as the saying goes: when an avalanche comes, no snowflake is innocent.
Tang Lang raised his head suddenly, his gaze directed towards the warden who was sitting on the mountain watching the fight between tigers and tigers at least ten meters above his head.
Then he turned his body slightly backward very quickly, and threw the long knife in his hand violently forward.
The warden grabbed the collar of his subordinate who was still chattering and cursing downwards, and then this confidant who had been helping him plan dirty things to kill was dragged in front of him in surprise and became the scapegoat.
The long knife shattered the tempered glass and penetrated the human body with a "Crack!", only missing the warden and stabbing him with a candied haws.
Horrible! The young man below is simply a killing machine. Even if you strip him of his weapons, strip him of his clothes, and imprison him in the darkest cell with no light, you still can't seem to lock him up.
The danger is that he can bite anyone at any time. As long as such a person is targeted by him, it seems that no matter where you are, no matter how safe you are, you may die at any moment!
"Kill him!" the warden roared heartbreakingly.
Assault rifles were raised one after another and aimed at Tang Lang and Fatty. They who were in the center of the field seemed to be helpless and resigned to their fate. No matter how powerful their bodies were, in front of the guns that spewed metal bullets or energy beams, they could only be killed.
Shattered fate.
Just like the more than 100 prisoners who stood before the warden like well-behaved babies.
Tang Lang raised his head and looked upward, muttering to himself: "It's time!"