The few black people lying outside the glass door saw Wan Yunting holding a Tai Chi sword inside, killing everyone like the hero in a Chinese martial arts movie. The members of the double-sword sect fell down one by one, with their severed arms,
Blood splattered on the ground, completely frightening the black boys, and they quickly shouted: "Go and call the boss..."
"idiot…"
The young man who was protecting Ichiro Karasawa looked at the members who were lying on the ground, holding their stumps and broken arms, wailing and screaming. Such a terrifying scene completely made him widen his eyes with horror, and his hands trembled.
Holding the samurai sword, he saw Wan Yunting walking slowly with an expressionless face and holding a blood-stained Tai Chi sword. The young club member swallowed his saliva, shouted immediately, and rushed towards Wan Yunting...
brush!
Wan Yunting stabbed the long sword in his hand, and in an instant the tip of the sword had pierced the neck of the young member...
With a plop, the young man was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, and the samurai swords in both hands fell to the ground. Facing the cold-looking Wan Yunting in front of him, the young man's eyes were frightened, and he said repeatedly in Japanese: "
Do not kill me……"
Wan Yunting raised his head and looked at Tang Zeichiro behind the young club member, who was being supported by two panic-looking club members. He raised the corner of his mouth and sneered: "Is this the spirit of your Bushido?"
"idiot…"
Faced with the fact that the members were so greedy for life and fear of death, Karasawa Ichiro yelled angrily, rushed forward with a knife in both hands, and directly chopped off the back of the head of the member who was kneeling in front of Wan Yunting, and chopped him to the ground on the spot. He was so frightened that
The other two club members, as well as other club members around them, dropped their samurai swords in horror, turned around and ran away...
"Ahem..."
Ichiro Karasawa, who had chopped down the members, was holding knives in both hands. The severe pain in his chest made him heave and cough violently. He looked directly at Wan Yunting in front of him with ruthless eyes and roared: "I want to fight you to the death, ah..."
Ichiro Karasawa, who had completely lost his mind, raised his katana in his hand, shouted, and charged towards Wan Yunting...
The next second, a sword light flashed under the light. Wan Yunting rushed out and pierced the neck of Ichiro Karasawa who was coming to kill him with one sword. The tip of the sword penetrated and brought out a piece of blood. The blood flowed along the sword.
The tip slowly dripped down into a line...
"Well…"
Ichiro Karasawa's eyes widened, the flesh on his face twitched violently, and blood kept coming out of his mouth. The hands holding the katana were weak and he let go, and the swords fell to the ground with a clang...
brush!
As Wan Yunting sheathed his sword, a blood flower was brought out. Then Karasawa Ichiro held his neck where the blood was splattered, fell to his knees with a plop, and then fell down, his wide eyes showing the fear of death, and his pupils
Gradually zoom in...
"President..."
The few members who were hiding aside saw this scene and rushed over immediately, but they did not dare to attack Wan Yunting again. They knelt beside the body of Karasawa Ichiro and shouted in grief...
Wan Yunting, with a cold expression, just looked at them indifferently, as if he was killing these people without feeling any guilt or discomfort.
Thinking back to the time when they invaded and slaughtered countless people, Wan Yunting felt like he was killing so much that his blood was boiling...
"What a fucking samurai spirit..."
Wan Yunting cursed, then turned and walked towards the glass door. As he walked, he took off his coat, wiped the blood off the Tai Chi sword blade and threw it away. Passing by the scabbard, he picked it up with his foot and held it.
The long sword is sheathed...
The members who fell to the ground with their hands and feet cut off looked at him in horror. Naturally, no one rushed to stop Wan Yunting.
Bang!
Wan Yunting used his energy to directly shatter the glass door and burst it open. He stepped on the broken glass and walked out.
At this time, a group of black people rushed up at the entrance of the corridor. Some of them were holding baseball bats, some were holding pistols, and some were carrying long knives. They had all kinds of weapons. When they saw Wan Yunting coming downstairs, they immediately became helpless.
Hesitantly pulled the trigger on him...
boom……
ah……
The sound of gunshots and screams instantly echoed throughout the entire staircase. Wan Yunting's pupils were flashing green, the Tai Chi sword in his hand was radiating cold light, his body movements were like ghosts, his strong spirit and the ability to predict danger were enough to dodge.
Bullets fired at close range, long swords mercilessly pierced their necks, and cut off their arms holding weapons...
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen black people were lying down on the stairs, screaming and screaming. They were dead and disabled, because Wan Yunting didn't need any mercy at all for these drug traffickers. He would just kill them.
, there will be no psychological burden or guilt...
Da da da…
Wan Yunting held a Tai Chi sword and went straight to the first floor. When he came out, two black men were pointing at him with submachine guns and fired a bunch of bullets at him. Wan Yunting suddenly pounced and hid in a car on the roadside.
Behind the car, bullets hit the car door and glass, and at the same time, there were black men with guns, who also shot wildly at Wan Yunting behind the car...
For a time, countless black men armed with various weapons were attacking him. Wan Yunting was not afraid of the black men holding pistols, but he was a little afraid of the continuous-fire submachine guns. Although he reacted quickly, he was not invulnerable.
body.
What's more, this is the United States, a country that does not prohibit guns. Every citizen has a gun, so no matter how powerful and fast Wan Yunting is, he can dodge one gun, but he cannot dodge ten guns.
The two black men holding submachine guns finished firing their bullets and were changing magazines, but Wan Yunting suddenly came out. He stepped on the hood of the car with his right foot, and immediately he flew into the air, directly over the heads of a group of black people.
Wan Yunting held a long sword and fired wildly, killing this gang of black drug traffickers. The screams continued...
Bang bang bang...
At the same time, the black men holding pistols also shot at him crazily, but because Wan Yunting was fighting in the crowd, his body shape was changeable, and he could quickly dodge bullets because he could foresee danger, so some of their black accomplices were shot by bullets.
Fall down…
Wan Yunting knew that if he faced these gunmen in the open space, he would not be able to stop them at all, but as long as he was fighting among their crowds, the black men with guns would have scruples and would not dare to shoot indiscriminately.
But Wan Yunting didn't want to fight here. He knew that the people behind the Qunlong drug cartel definitely didn't capture Jiang Wenhao here. They just wanted to lure him here and let the island nation Ichiro Karasawa try to see if they could kill him...
"fuck..."
At this time, standing on the top of a sports car in the distance, a young black man wearing hip-hop attire looked at the melee scene on the street in the distance. He saw his group of people screaming and falling down, and asked the black man named Nick to take out
He quickly called on his cell phone and answered the call: "Boss, that yellow-skinned monkey came out and killed Ichiro Karasawa."
"What!"
The person on the other end of the phone sounded shocked, and then said after a moment: "It seems that the boss underestimated this Chinese!"
"Boss, what should we do now?"
Nick looked at Wan Yunting, who was fighting in the distance, killing everyone. His eyes showed shock and fear, and he said nervously: "That yellow-skinned monkey's kung fu is so powerful, it is even more powerful than Bruce Lee..."
The person on the other end said angrily: "Damn it, you must kill him!"
"yes."
Nick nodded heavily. After hanging up the phone, he jumped out of the car, then opened the door and took out a gun. He led a group of boys who also carried submachine guns and rushed towards Wan Yunting, who was fighting in the street far away.
Go, and then he roared: "Get out of here, get out of here..."
As soon as the black boys saw Nick and the others coming with submachine guns, they immediately backed away, and Nick and the others held submachine guns and fired at Wan Yunting...
Da da da…
Bullets were flying everywhere, and some black boys couldn't dodge and were hit and fell...
boom!
Wan Yunting knocked open the glass door of a nearby shop, turned around and quickly hid on the wall, while Nick and the others outside were holding guns and shooting wildly at the inside, causing everything inside to fly around...
Then the bullets ran out and the sound of gunfire stopped. In an instant, Wan Yunting rushed out, rolled on the ground, grabbed a piece of glass with his left hand, and threw it directly towards Nick and the others outside...
ah…
Nick and the others screamed and fell down after being hit in the eyes by glass particles...
As soon as the black boys saw the boss fall, they immediately shouted and rushed in. Wan Yunting rushed to the second floor towards the entrance of the building and rushed directly to the roof. The black boys swarmed in, holding various weapons.
Various weapons were used to chase Wan Yunting...
But now Wan Yunting didn't want to fight with these people. He came to the guardrail of this building and saw that the building in front of him was seven or eight meters away. So he quickly stepped back a few meters, and suddenly the black boys rushed towards him.
When he came up, the one with the gun pointed at him and pulled the trigger, even throwing out the baseball bat and long knife in his hand...
Wan Yunting took a running start and dodged a series of bullets. He stepped on the guardrail with his right foot and suddenly flew out into the air. He seemed to have cut through the night and drew an arc in the air. His feet immediately hid in the opposite building.
On the roof of the two-story building, after rolling twice on the ground, Wan Yunting stood up and turned around. He saw the gang of black boys on the building roaring and raising their pistols and submachine guns at him.
A shot...
However, Wan Yunting rushed out quickly, turned over and rushed over the guardrail. He jumped directly from the roof of the three-story building and landed directly on the street they were originally using for the competition, where they happened to be parked.
Among several sports cars, Wan Yunting rushed towards a yellow sports car. Suddenly a black guy emerged from inside, raised his pistol and shot at Wan Yunting...
Bang bang bang…
ah!
As a result, he screamed in the next second, holding the arm that was cut off by Wan Yunting's sword, fell to the ground and screamed...
"Stop him..."
The black boys who had turned around and chased them out were roaring. Wan Yunting looked back, got into the yellow sports car, put the Tai Chi sword on the passenger seat, kicked the accelerator and rushed out, turning around and heading towards the car.
The group of black boys who were charging rushed out, knocking over several people, and frightened the black boys to run away...