There were screams of extreme fear from far and near. In the corridor, several men holding submachine guns and walking cautiously turned around subconsciously, "This sound... a mad lion?"
"It's true that he's the arrogant guy, but monster...what do you mean?"
Several people looked at each other in confusion, not knowing why. When they heard the sound again, they got closer and closer, and it was obvious that they were heading this way.
The man in the lead frowned. They were retreating. They didn't want to cause trouble, but it would be hard to explain if they didn't rescue them after they returned. He pondered for a while and made a few gestures: "Be careful, I know Kuangshi.
With his qualifications and status as someone who came from Banshanjin, he has always been arrogant and even arrogant. But no matter what, he is indeed very strong and can scare him like this... Be careful and retreat if the situation goes wrong!"
They each looked for cover, and soon, several figures rushed from the end of the corridor.
The person running at the front was a burly man with yellow hair. He was obviously running. There was no doubt about this. But it should be noted that the running method of professionals is different from that of ordinary people. The former has many things to consider, including tactics.
Evasive movements, cover, probability of being shot in the back, opportunities to counterattack, etc., but right now, he just throws his arms away and strides forward, no different from ordinary people... He doesn't even have a gun in his hand, and he looks back from time to time while running wildly, with a frightened look on his face.
, as if being chased by a prehistoric monster.
However, the few people following him were all members of the assassination team. The corridor further back was dark, dark, and empty, and nothing could be seen.
what's the situation?
Several people stood up in confusion, and when they were about to raise their hands to stop them, they saw the yellow-haired man nicknamed the Mad Lion waving his hands desperately, "Get out of the way, get out of the way quickly, the monster is coming——"
"Well……"
The man in the lead frowned and stepped forward to block it: "What kind of monster, Mad Lion, please tell me clearly."
"It's a monster! Run quickly, run slowly, you'll die if you run slower. Xiba, don't stop me -"
Seeing that the mad lion was extremely excited and unable to communicate, the leading man looked at the other people. Unexpectedly, those people looked at me and I looked at you, and they all spread their hands, "We saw the mad lion running away... Well,
Just ran away..."
When the man in the lead heard this, his expression suddenly darkened. He was reasonable and retreated. There is nothing to say. It is natural to retreat when something cannot be done. But what is the matter with running away like this? Street gangsters are not so straightforward in their fights.
Bar?
"Crazy Lion, calm down, calm down..."
Bang, finally a loud slap solved the problem.
The crazy lion actually didn't completely lose his mind. At least he knew which way to run. He was just a little too excited. Now that he had been given a warning, he finally calmed down a little. He was not angry, or could not care less, and subconsciously looked away again.
behind the eyes,
"You guys, alas... I'll make a long story short, it's up to you whether you want to listen or not. Last year, when winter came around October, I was still in Banshanshan. I came to China to perform a mission, which was also in Lingjiang. The location was in the mountains outside Xicheng.
A small ruined temple in the mountains..."
"I clearly remember that it was raining heavily that night, so heavy that it could make people unable to open their eyes... There were many people coming over, much more than this time. We were very sure of completing the task. We started first.
The progress was indeed going smoothly, until the captain and the others broke into the main hall... It was also the fault of the captain and the others for being so troublesome. They grabbed everything and had to spill an urn... I stayed outside to coordinate the attack and did not follow in, so
Fortunately, they escaped. In just one moment of turning around, the captain and the others flew out of the palace, really flew, and then..."
He turned back again and licked his lips nervously, "Then a giant came out of the temple and stood under the rainy night. He was at least three meters tall, or even taller. He had a bald head, blood-red eyes, and his skin was like a layer of bronze metal.
, the muscles are like piles of stones... That is really a monster, with infinite strength. With a wave of his hand and a lift of his legs, a house will collapse. Killing a person is as easy as squeezing a chicken to death. Even modern firearms cannot kill him.
The pistol bullets are like tickling, and there is no way to fight against them. All you can do is run, keep running. If you run slowly, you will die..."
Looking at his companions who were looking increasingly weird, Mad Lion waved his hands irritably, "Don't you believe it? I know you don't believe it, and you think I'm making up stories. It's up to you... If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes and experienced it myself, I wouldn't want to
I believe...you all know about Han Jincheng with eight-armed double swords. He was beaten to death by this monster. We didn't dare to get close. We saw him being thrown out from a distance, just like..."
Turning around suddenly, there was faint movement at the end of the deep corridor in the distance, "It's like throwing away garbage..." He suddenly came back to his senses, pushed aside the obstruction, and ran out without looking back, "Come on
Come on, he’s coming! Run quickly——”
Several people looked at each other again, with expressions that were both strange and uncertain. After all, what Mad Lion said was indeed quite true, both in terms of expressions, manners, and specific content. To say the least, they were just running away, and they didn't even think about it.
I have to make up such a bizarre story as a reason...
After thinking about it for a while, I still prefer to believe that it exists rather than believe that it doesn’t exist. The man in the lead waved his hand decisively, “Get out!” After saying that, a group of people ran away in a hurry.
About half a minute later, with the approaching footsteps, two figures gradually became clear in the dim light. One was wearing a green gray robe and the other was wearing a combat uniform. They were the young monk Dadu and Ah Qing.
"Little Zen Master, go this way."
Ah Qing was leading the way. The young monk from Dadu looked in the other direction strangely. A faint shout came into his ears. It was in Korean. Naturally, the young monk could not understand it. He asked curiously: "What are they shouting?"
"Um, it's nothing. Maybe I've watched too many movies...Have you seen Monster of the Han River, Little Zen Master?"
The little monk Dadu shook his head honestly.
"Ha, I guess not. You can watch it when you have time. South Korean movies are still worth watching, unlike Korean dramas..." Just as he was about to show off his talents and recommend them, an urgent call came from the headset, high-pitched voice.
Changfeng's voice, accompanied by fierce gunshots like rain hitting banana trees,
"Ah Qing, Ah Qing, where did you die? You haven't arrived yet?!"
"Well, we came in and are walking to the performance stage."
"Hurry up, if you don't want to collect the bodies for us! Fuck... hold on, hold on! He is alone, suppress it with fire, don't let him get close!"
The latter words were obviously not meant for this person to hear, but the huge pressure and critical situation revealed made Ah Qing stunned. Of course he knew that the person was referring to Fuma Musashi, but he knew better that his captain
What Bian was leading was an entire line of defense—the line of defense that had been previously deployed to allow the performance troupe to safely evacuate.
Now what this means is... breaking the formation by one person?
Come on, what a joke!
Agitated, Ah Qing did not dare to talk nonsense anymore and hurried forward with the little monk from Dadu.