When Su Haoran walked away, without his mental deterrent, everyone's fear of Su Haoran also disappeared. Many people felt that the white man with flowery arms was a bit alarmist.
At the same time, news of the killing of four black men immediately reached the ears of other members of Walter's regiment.
"The Oriental guy dares to kill our people from the Walter Corps. He must be killed tonight."
In a certain bar, a group of vicious black men rushed out, and the bald man at the head roared loudly.
In another casino, several black men ran out with guns in hand. The short black man in the lead directed his men to drive over and kept saying: "Move quickly, we can't let that Oriental guy enter Kingston.
Otherwise we won't have a chance to kill him tonight."
There were also more than a dozen motorcycles rushing out of Area F of Slanda. The fastest black man pulled out a long-barreled five-gun pistol from his waist and shouted loudly: "The leader has spoken, who can
Kill Hu Ya and get a reward of thirty thousand US dollars!"
Thirty thousand dollars!
This is the city of crime. It costs 30,000 US dollars to kill someone, which is equivalent to only 80,000 to 90,000 RMB.
puff!
A sharp Tang knife broke through a cloud of blood mist, and the sharp blade met the dawn of dawn.
On the Tuda Islands, a bodyguard brought with Xia Zhongping was chopped in half by Li Xiran. The terrifying sword energy steamed the blood into a large red mist. Under the early sun, it actually formed a monochromatic rainbow connecting the sea.
"My lord, help me!"
Another bodyguard was kicked away by Xia Zhongqiu. He spurted blood and asked for help in panic.
"Xia Zhongqiu, Li Xiran, you are seeking death..."
Immediately, Xia Zhongping's roar sounded like thunder in the sky.
However, before his threats ended, he screamed loudly: "Ah! Wu Zuozun, do you really dare to kill me?!"
puff!
Immediately, a spear fell from the sky, pierced Xia Zhongping's right chest, and pinned him to the beach.
A gush of blood flowed down the barrel of the gun, causing Xia Zhongping's facial features to twist in pain, and he roared ferociously.
Immediately afterwards, Wu Zuozun was bathed in the soft light of the early sun, his black windbreaker fluttering in the wind, making a hunting sound.
He stepped on the gun barrel with one foot, put his hands behind his back, looked down at Xia Zhongping, and said coldly: "If you don't have royal status, in terms of absolute strength, you are not worthy of being one of the eight heavenly beings, and you are not worthy of fighting with me.
."
puff!
On the other side, Xia Zhongqiu struck out more ruthlessly, beating the bodyguard who asked for help into a piece of fried flesh with one palm.
"You, you..." Xia Zhongping's mouth was bleeding, and he was holding the gun barrel with both hands. His face was full of shame and anger. He hated Wu Zuozun for nailing him to the ground, and hated Xia Zhongqiu for killing him despite his obstruction.
"No, it's yours. I've observed you carefully and you haven't been parasitized by the jailer yet, so I won't kill you today."
Wu Zuozun said in a condescending tone: "But if you dare to cause trouble to Kunlun God of War Su Haoran again in the future, if you dare to kill the genius, I will kill you even if you are thousands of miles away."
As he spoke, Wu Zuozun's figure fell down and he raised his hand to pull out the spear.
Drops of blood belonging to the King of War dripped down the tip of the spear, burning deep small sand pits on the beach.
This is a symbol of extremely strong blood. It is a blood that only the Great Saint-level strongmen at the top of the Martial Saint level have. The blood already has the power to burn everything. What is even more terrifying for the Great Saint-level existence is the physical strength, even if a spear pierces the chest.
, Xia Zhongping’s life is not in danger.
"Haoran, Haoran?"
At this moment, Li Xiran stood on the beach, looked around, and shouted loudly: "Lao Xia, Zuo Zun, did you see the Kunlun God of War go?"
Um?!
These experts all knew before that when the Tiger God and Langya retreated, Su Haoran was entangled by the eldest princess of the East, Mayumi Yunki.
However, where is Su Haoran's figure now?
What’s even more frightening is that several
The boss also discovered that people from the two teams of Dongyang Fengshen and Kitagawara had not left. They were also searching everywhere, and some even put on diving equipment and went into the water to search.
Apparently, Mayumi Yunki also disappeared.
Haha, hahaha!
Xia Zhongping, who was seriously injured, covered the wound on his chest and laughed loudly: "That eldest princess from Dongyang is not weaker than the number one in the Great Xia Dynasty list. She is definitely a super genius of the younger generation, and she has many methods. She may have already competed with Su Haoran.
Let’s die together and feed the bastards in the sea.”
"You fart!"
Li Xiran cursed with grief and anger: "Among the younger generation in our Central Military Region, a third-generation god of war has finally emerged. He will not die."
Soon, both Daxia and Dongyang were in trouble.
The Kunlun God of War in Daxia is missing. Although Li Xiran doesn't want the news to spread, there is a larger force that is publicizing the fact that the Kunlun God of War is missing and even claims that Su Haoran is dead.
overseas.
It was getting dark. Su Haoran took Mayumi Yunki and walked through three blocks. Far away, he saw the sign of Kingston Hotel.
"Kingston is owned by Hopkins, a super boss in the West. It is also the safest top hotel in Slanda."
Yunji Mayumi's understanding of Silanda was much better than that of Su Haoran. She, who had been silent all this time, actually took the initiative to speak.
Su Haoran said: "As long as it's safe, just stay in the hotel until your skills recover."
Boom, boom boom boom...
At this moment, a dozen motorcycles turned out from behind Kingston, and upon seeing Su Hao, they quickly drove towards them.
"Are you Huya?" the motorcycle rider at the front asked loudly.
"People from Walter's Corps?"
Su Haoran asked back, with a contemptuous sneer appearing on his face.
"Fake, it must be you, go to hell."
The rider yelled arrogantly, slammed the accelerator, raised the front of the car high, and the thick tires actually hit Su Haoran's face.
Wow!
Many men and women of all kinds passing by around him screamed in excitement when they saw this scene.
"Hey! This Eastern man is so miserable, he actually offended Walter's people."
"I feel like this Oriental man's face will be smashed by a motorcycle."
"This oriental man was so handsome. It's a pity that he died."
This is the City of Sin. Seeing violent incidents happening, no one is afraid, and no one feels that this kind of thing should not happen. In fact, violent incidents have become the favorite entertainment program of Slanda people.
Bang!
However, this Oriental man, who was looked down upon by everyone, suddenly raised his hand and punched the front wheel of the motorcycle, blowing out the thick tire and causing the Harley-Davidson to flip upside down.
The black man driving the motorcycle fell heavily to the ground, breaking his lumbar spine. The motorcycle even rolled over and knocked down another motorcycle. The two Harleys slid to the ground more than ten meters away and scraped on the road.
A flash of fire.
"A swarm of useless flies."
Immediately afterwards, Su Haoran jumped up and performed a graceful spin kick in the air. He then kicked the tallest black rider backwards from the motorcycle and flew more than ten meters away. The big Harley automatically rushed forward thirty or forty meters away.
rice……
"Xie Te! Is this Oriental guy so powerful?"
"Oh my God, are the Orientals going to rebel?"
"This is a slap in the face of Walter's regiment. If Walter's black people can't kill this Oriental guy, they won't have to make a living in Slanda in the future."
Su Haoran killed three black men with two moves, which shocked the onlookers to the extreme.
It wasn't over yet. Facing two motorcycles that crashed into him at the same time, Su Haoran was like dancing a waltz. His body was elegant and he used the gap of less than 40 centimeters between the two motorcycles to avoid the impact. At the same time, he twisted his upper body.
, arms crossed.
Bang bang!
Two strong men
The black rider was grabbed by the neck by Su Haoran at the same time and lifted up from the friction car.
Oops!
The onlookers were shocked by Su Haoran's terrifying arm strength and screamed out in surprise.
Su Haoran used his arms to throw out the two big men, and then knocked down two oncoming motorcycles.
too strong!
Ten of Walter's black men were defeated by Su Haoran, and none of them could defeat him.
"Oriental guy, I'm going to smash your head."
The black man at the head placed the motorcycle in front of Su Haoran, raised the long-barreled five-gun in his hand, and pointed it at Su Haoran.
However!
Just as he pulled the trigger, Su Haoran crossed the distance of seven to eight meters like a ghost, flashed in front of him, and raised his hand to hold the barrel of the gun.
With a muffled bang, the barrel of the gun exploded, and two pieces of steel the size of fingernails crashed into the black leader's forehead.
"This Oriental guy actually flattened the barrel of the gun, causing five consecutive gun blasts."
"MD! This Oriental guy is not a human being, he must be an Oriental devil."
"It's so cruel. This is what Eastern people often call thunderous tactics. No one can stop it!"
The battle took no more than three minutes from start to finish. There were eleven people in Walter's motorcycle team. Among them, the leader was killed, six others were seriously injured and four were slightly injured.
"Ding! Master kills evil and stops evil, and counts three stars of merit..."
Su Haoran turned around and waved, "Let's hurry up. There are too many flies. It's troublesome for me to deal with them, and it's not safe for you either."
"Hai." Yunji Mayumi saw that Su Haoran had not forgotten her at this time. For the first time, she used the standard Japanese etiquette. When responding to Su Haoran, she did not forget to bow.
However, when Su Haoran walked to the Kingston Hotel, three green jeeps were lying in front of them.
Fifteen or sixteen black gunmen got out of the car, all of their black guns pointed at Su Haoran.
"Are you Huya?"
The short black man at the head said fiercely: "Oriental guy, kneel down and answer my question."
Bang!
Su Haoran answered, but he answered with gunfire.
A bullet pierced the short black man's eyebrow, and burst into a beam of fire on the jeep behind him.
This group of Walter's black mercenaries reacted very quickly and immediately counterattacked.
But Su Haoran was faster. He held the gun in one hand and wrapped his arms around Yunji Mayumi's slender waist. He moved sideways at high speed like a ghost while constantly pulling the trigger.
Bang!
A black man was shot in the head as soon as he fired a shot.
Bang!
A black man lying on the front of the car turned his gun and was about to aim at Su Haoran when a bullet penetrated his heart.
Bang!
A black man with a long pipe from the Fifth Company had just blasted out a piece of steel ball when the reflected bullet was nailed into his right eye.
"too strong!"
"I have a hunch that if this Oriental man lives in Slanda for a long time, the status of Oriental people here will probably rise."
"With his strength, he, he, is he in the top ten on the killer list?"
The onlookers were dumbfounded. They had never seen such a fierce man, who could easily kill people in a hail of bullets with a woman in his arms. This kind of strength has completely overturned some ordinary killers and mercenaries.
cognition.
A fierce gun battle ended in less than a minute and a half. All fifteen black men were shot dead, and several creeks were washed out with blood on the road.
Su Haoran turned to look at the crowd of onlookers, with a death smile on his face, and said flatly: "Send a message to the Walter Corps for me, don't mess with me, they can't afford to mess with me. It really pissed me off, I
If tonight is to turn into a bloody night in Slanda, I have to completely remove Walter from Slanda."
PS: Thanks to Liu Jinglong for the reward. Thanks to Mo Hao Mo for amnesia and ing immigration for voting monthly.