"How is the situation?" In the main control room on the 18th floor underground, Clinton, wearing a white coat, stood in front of the display screen, looking at Andreev and Muay Thai Sangkang who were fighting on the screen, and asked in a deep voice.
A young man with black hair standing next to Clinton shook his head and said, "It's not good. We lost contact with Portu twenty minutes ago, and the surveillance devices on those floors seemed to have been tampered with."
They have lost their hands and feet, and we can no longer monitor the specific situation there. But what is certain is that the vital signs of Potu and Garner are still very good, and as for the others... their heartbeats have stopped for a long time."
Hearing this, Clinton lowered his head, and there was a hint of complexity in his brown eyes, "Really, the middle-level backbone of the Zmich family...has suffered so many casualties."
After the black-haired young man glanced at Clinton's reaction, he lazily stretched out his hand to smooth his long, handsome black hair and said, "In addition, Ziming and Abel were also seriously injured, and their lives are currently hanging by a thread.
The young master will definitely not be able to get back in a short time, and where Karl is...except for Barronth, of the other two people who went to control Karl, one is dead and the other is close to death."
The young man looked at Andreev on the computer monitor and shrugged his shoulders, "But there should be no problem with Sankang here. His ability is just Andreev's nemesis, but there is no guarantee. After all, An
Derev's will to fight is too strong, and he is not a figure like Weslin who will fall down completely when he is beaten, so Sangkang may suffer a small loss."
After saying that, the young man stretched out lazily and said, "But our manpower is no longer enough. If something unexpected happens again..."
Listening to the young man's story, Clinton stood there without saying a word, thinking for a long time. After five minutes, he asked, "How is Madam's condition?"
The young man sighed and shrugged his shoulders, "It's not good. She was hit on the back of the head with a heavy object, more than once. But after my treatment, my wife is no longer seriously ill, but she may have to stay in bed."
It’s been a while.”
As he said that, the young man glanced at Huang Xiaobei, who was standing by blankly watching Andreev being beaten but could do nothing to help him on the monitor. He shook his head with a wry smile and said, "But
This guy is really amazing, he seems to be immune to all our spiritual abilities. You must know that even the prophet will be affected by Madam’s ability, but it is of no use to him."
The young man touched his smooth chin with interest, "Well, it's a bit interesting, but I don't know if he can still hold on when he meets Deputy Minister Pierce's eternal sinking?"
Clinton also glanced at the cowardly Commissioner Huang on the monitor, slightly curled his lips and said, "He is not just described as surprising. On the surface, he looks so speechless, but in fact.
..."
At this point, Clinton lowered his head and sighed, "That's right. After all, her mother was the Holy Key back then. Although he only inherited half of it, as our key to the road to eternal life, it can't be too useless.
yes."
After thinking about this, Clinton ordered in a deep voice, "We don't have enough manpower. In this case, let's release the two useless experiments on the 17th floor. They are not Karl anyway, and Andreev and Weslin are probably the same."
I won’t think of anything, but I’d better make sure tonight’s guests don’t leave early.”
"Well, I'll do it." The black-haired young man nodded, turned and left the main control room.
Clinton looked back at him and said, "Be careful and try not to conflict with them. You are not in good health."
The young man waved his hands casually, "I understand."
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Ten floors underground.
"Ula!" Brother Maozi roared, and the punch in his right hand suddenly expanded nearly twice as big as a ferocious hammer, hitting the Muay Thai Sang Kang in front of him like a ferocious hammer.
"Bang!" A heavy punch hit Sang Kang's arms that he raised to block. However, under the huge gravity, Sang Kang was hit by the punch and fell back six steps in a row! In the end, it was because of this force
The force was so great that he could not release all of it, causing him to stagger and fall to his knees on one leg!
"Poof!" Muay Thai Sang Kang, who was kneeling on one knee with one hand on the cold floor, had a flash of red at the corner of his mouth, but his internal organs were shaken as if he was overturned, but he looked up at the opposite side with cold eyes.
Andreev. Soon, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he asked a sentence in his native language, "??????????????? (Is that all you have?"
)"
Brother Maozi was stunned when he heard this. The next moment, with blood-red eyes and high fighting spirit, he rushed forward at high speed, and in the blink of an eye he came to Sang Kang who was kneeling on one knee! Looking at Sang Kang who was kneeling on the spot motionless,
Brother Maozi's right arm with exposed veins was like a horned dragon appearing suddenly. He raised it high and smashed it down hard, shouting loudly, "Punch thirty times as hard!"
And it was at this moment that Muay Thai Sangkang, who was kneeling on one knee, smiled coldly, then supported the ground with one palm, turned his body, and hit Andreev hard on the head with a sharp whip.
"Bang!" With a powerful whip kick, Brother Maozi was instantly kicked to the point where his brain was empty. When he woke up, Sang Kang had already stood up, and what followed was his rapid as raindrops.
Fierce Iron Fist!
"Bang bang bang!" Muay Thai Sang Kang's fists were like sharp blades in Chu Zifeng's hands. They were so fast that it was unimaginable. The dazzling iron fists came one after another like raindrops falling from high altitude!
"Bang bang bang!" He punched Brother Mao Zi three times in the face. Andreev was caught off guard and was stunned instantly. Then, the iron fist as fast as lightning hit Brother Mao Zi's face and head again.
, eyes, chest! In just ten seconds, he received at least thirty punches!
"Ah!" Faced with the fierce iron fist that seemed to never stop, Andreev, who was not willing to be beaten like this, let out a deafening angry roar from his throat, regardless of the fierceness of Sang Kang who was still attacking in front of him.
With the iron fist, Brother Maozi, whose mouth was full of blood, raised his arms at the same time and hit Sang Kang hard on the head, shouting, "Punch fifty times harder!"
However, just when Brother Maozi raised his fists, Sang Kang's eyes flashed, and he instantly crouched down, dodging Brother Maozi's terrifying punch above his head! At the same time, while maintaining a half-crouched posture, he
His right fist suddenly clenched, and an extremely powerful cannon punch suddenly came out, hitting Andreev hard on the chest! "Pfft!" Accompanied by the clear sound of bones breaking, a large mouthful of rich
Blood spurted out from Brother Maozi's mouth, and Sang Kang directly broke three ribs on his chest with a real punch!
The next second, Sang Kang stood up quickly, and suddenly grabbed Brother Mao Zi's arms with both hands. At the same time, he suddenly pulled forward with force! When Brother Mao Zi was caught by his arms and hit in front of him, Sang Kang's iron-like body
The left knee suddenly lifted up and hit Brother Maozi hard on the chest!
"Bang, bang, bang!" Sang Kang tightly grabbed Brother Maozi's hands, violently kneed him and hit Andreev's chest like crazy!
"Poof!" Mouth after mouthful of blood spurted out of Brother Maozi's mouth. Under a series of efficient and powerful attacks, his pupils were dilated for a moment.
After twelve fierce knee blows, Sang Kang slowly let go of Andreev, who had little power to fight back in front of him. But the moment he let go of his hands, the seven souls he had beaten in front of him were insufficient.
The three-hundred Russian Maozi suddenly raised his face full of blood! He roared arrogantly and crazily at himself, and raised his scarred fist again, his eyes burning with anger, like
As resolute as those Soviet men who burst out of the fire!
"Ula——!"
"Bang!" Before Brother Maozi finished speaking and before he raised his fist, Sang Kang suddenly threw out a backspin kick and kicked Brother Maozi hard on his right face. He kicked Brother Maozi away.
On the ground.
Andreev was hit hard on the ground, and his ribs on his chest were almost all broken. He once again tried to get up with a struggle, but Sang Kang also arrived.
Facing Andreev who was lying on the ground and could not get up, Muay Thai Sangkang followed up instantly and rushed in front of Andreev in the blink of an eye. The next second, the iron fists of both hands hit Andreev without reservation.
Derev's face.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Punch after punch fell, Sang Kang's eyes were extremely cold, and every time he raised a punch, there would be a large splash of blood.
After a full eighteen punches, when he saw that Brother Mao Zi's face had been beaten to a pulp and his original appearance could not be seen, Sang Kang did not stop. On the contrary, he stood up slowly and suddenly raised his right leg to aim at
Andreev's chest! "Bang!" He stomped down hard on Brother Maozi's chest with his right foot!
"Poof!" A large amount of blood spurted out from Andreev's mouth. Brother Maozi's bloody face, whose true colors could no longer be seen, let out weak gasps of pain.
Lying on the ground, unable to stand up or even move, he gasped in pain, and every time he gasped, his chest, which had most of his ribs broken, would hear heart-shaking sounds of bone cracking, followed closely by
What followed was a violent cough, and at the end, mouthfuls of dark red blood mixed with blood foam and broken bones gushed out from his mouth.
Looking at Andreev who was completely eliminated by him in just five minutes, Sang Kang shook his blood-covered right fist calmly and stared at Andreev who was lying on the ground breathing hard.
He said indifferently, "Your strength is indeed very strong, but your speed is too slow. It's okay to defeat a dozen blood servants, but when you meet a real master, you will be as immature as a child."
"You have power but don't know how to use it. You can only rely on brute force. Ha, I can't say that. Your fighting skills and fighting literacy are still very good. It's just that you met me." After that, Muay Thai.
Sang Kang punched the air next to him twice more, and then rubbed his neck quite tiredly. After making a few knuckle cracking sounds, he looked coldly at the person sitting not far away.
Huang Xiaobei, who was so frightened that he turned pale on the ground, dropped a word.
"Hold them both up and follow me down there."
Hearing this, Huang Xiaobei was stunned for a moment, then looked around, well, this guy seemed to be talking to him.