Think about it, it would be difficult to fight the entire underground forces of Budapest alone. It would be lighter to describe it as "take a bath in the rain of bullets".

Zheng Gongxiao touched it and took out a bottle of gray, red and black test tube in his pocket. He grinned his mouth and showed a cruel and crazy smile: The last bottle is lt, I have saved it until now, just to wait.

At the last moment, I will send you to heaven! You group of gray grandsons, if you want to catch your grandfather Zheng, you must have more people! Otherwise, the last blowout will be unsatisfactory and unrestrained!

21 bottles were almost exhausted in the six-day fierce battle. Zheng Gongxiao no longer hopes that someone can save him. His goal in his heart is very clear, that is, try to pull as many enemies as possible to go to hell with him!

It’s okay to kill me, Zheng Gongxiao, but if you want to capture me alive? There’s no way!

Zheng Gongxiao's face opened with a sneer of revenge and said softly: Kalanka, it seems that you, the thief, have a bad life and are going to be a widow for me!

Zheng Gongxiao was making the final preparations before the death battle in the encirclement. Outside the encirclement, the thugs of underground forces did not dare to take it lightly, because Zheng Gongxiao's combat effectiveness has been rigorously tested these six days, no matter who it is, no matter what method it is.

, he didn't get any benefit in his hands.

Just looking at the present, Zheng Gongxiao is still alive so well, which is a clear proof!

Rotating, coming and going without a trace, like the cold light of the god of death dart;

An extremely powerful bullet;

Exploding terrifying test tube bombs;

And his seemingly invulnerable body;

...

All of this is so magical that it is unbelievable that it has left an indelible impression in the surviving encirclementers. It is no exaggeration to say: they have now lost the courage to face Zheng Gongxiao one-on-one,

Only by holding hands, shoulder to shoulder, and step by step can we have the remaining courage to capture this monster that seems to be unable to be killed no matter how hard it is!

A thug with a cross scar on his face looked up at the light sky and spitted hard on the ground: "Brothers, everyone cheer up, as long as we don't die in that last battle.

In the hands of the God of Killing, we have the capital to brag when we are old!"

"Griffin, you don't need to say that even for the £5,000 reward from above, I will do my best!" A desperate man, obviously under twenty, wiped the steel gun in his hand heavily with his sleeves with his sleeves.

, said confidently.

"Savesic, don't take it lightly. You didn't participate in the battle ahead. I don't know how powerful the God of Killing!"

An older thug next to him kindly advised: "In the past few days, almost everyone who met the killing god head-on has died. When I was compressing the encirclement the day before yesterday, I was less than 100 meters away from the killing god. I personally saw it.

Seeing him using a small bottle, he blew up the 30-man team of Lisse to the point where he didn't even have half of his hair left. Shush, if I hadn't seen the opportunity quickly and hid away, I would have been killed.

God killed it! Tsk tsk, magical Eastern witchcraft!”

The young Savic looked down on this and curled his lips: "That's why you are useless! I got the latest news from the boss that the little bottle is just a novel explosive, not an Eastern witchcraft at all.

!As long as you are always on guard and keep a certain distance, you don’t have to worry about being bombed!"

Speaking of this, Savic patted his steel gun again, raised his mouth and said, "When my sniper rifle is lifted, it is fifty meters around it, and it is the insurmountable penalty area for the oriental dog! You wastes are

I burned incense and accumulated virtue in my previous life. I, Savic, will be in charge, and the general attack will be waiting for a while. Just wait for the death to collect the body! Hahaha, £5,000 must belong to me - Savic, the sharpshooter!"

Savishic's arrogance obviously aroused the dissatisfaction of veteran thugs such as Griffin, but Savishic was a sharpshooter sent by the top. A sniper rifle is said to kill mosquitoes 100 meters away, so for his own life.

Thinking of it, Griffin and others wisely chose to remain silent.

If Savic can indeed kill Zheng Gongxiao from a distance, then of course it is you and I, everyone is happy. It doesn’t matter if he takes £5,000.

But if Savishic is bragging, Griffin and other thugs have already made plans in their hearts and wait for the final battle to end. We must definitely beat this arrogant brat to a full face and ask him to understand the importance of respecting the elderly and respecting them.

sex!

In fact, whether it is Griffin or Savishic, whether they are the people who survived the battle with Zheng Gongxiao before or the strong support coming from behind, their true feelings are relatively relaxed at this moment.

After all, Zheng Gongxiao was surrounded by them in the past two days and was rushing towards the center like a sheep. Now there is only a few tens of thousands of square meters left in the encirclement area, and the number of people surrounding him has reached more than a thousand people. If he can't get rid of that one.

The hateful Oriental people are too unreasonable!

Besides, the encirclement is so large and there is only one God of Killing. Griffin and others didn't think that they would definitely meet Zheng Gongxiao in the final general attack! Maybe the God of Killing had been killed by another team long ago

!

Such a mentality and such plans actually spread quietly throughout the encirclement. They all raised their heads and looked forward to the moment when the sky really shines!

They were shouting to try their best, but they were thinking about the carnival at night, big chunks of beef, big bottles of wine and big breasts of blonde...

Finally, in the midst of great anticipation, the sky in Budapest has finally been completely bright!

Zheng Gongxiao narrowed his eyes, pulled out Damila's claws on his waist, kicked his feet, and he looked like a meteor, jumped down from the second floor of the small building and went east.

He chose the east side, and he chose to take the initiative to attract the opponent with movement.

Only in this way can many enemies be gathered together, so as to maximize the power of the last tube!

While Zheng Gong Xiao moved, the encirclement also moved. Looking down from the sky, it was like a pitch-black entrenched python shaking its body, twisting the seemingly invincible 'snake' again, and squeezing its prey - tens of thousands of square meters.

Surrounding area - pull it hard!

With this, the area of ​​the encirclement area was immediately reduced by several thousand square meters. Needless to say, the leaders of the underground forces had issued an order to start closing the net and squeeze Zheng Gongxiao's activity space to zero. Zheng Gongxiao completely

Suppress the bottom!

This is a completely open plot to defeat others with strength!

However... the advantage and disadvantage of open conspiracy is that both sides of the warring parties know the content, so Zheng Gongxiao will never wait to die. So, his body turned into a afterimage, crossed countless buildings, and ran eastward at an extremely fast speed.

We must break this open plot of "supering people with strength". Taking the initiative and injuring ten fingers with one punch is the only correct decision.

Zheng Gongxiao's physique has been tempered by 15 sets of gymnastics, and he is now holding the idea of ​​killing one person enough to be a good person and killing a pair of people with profitable "death". This kind of fighting spirit is with the desperate people in the encirclement.

The "luck" in his heart formed a very sharp contrast.

It was such a gap in mentality. When the thugs in the encirclement thought that Zheng Gongxiao would hide and breathe for a while, Lao Zheng, the "God of Death" had already met with the east of the encirclement!

In the eastern section, there is a team of ten people. The distance between them and other 'brother' troops is no more than 50 meters. Among them are latte sticks, some are holding long swords, and a few are about elites.

A spear was aiming ahead and moved forward carefully.

"Harlin, your marksmanship is good, but you don't have to be so careful!"

A big man in the 10-person team, who was as thick as a wild bear, laughed. While mocking the elite holding the gun, he drew out several tiger-killing swords: "Our circle of people gathered together three gangs.

The total number of all the elite backbones of the country has exceeded one thousand, and there are more than one hundred teams like ours! And no matter how powerful the other party is, he is only one person after all. I don’t believe that he will rush here.

From the Rollet? Don't forget that there are two teams next to us ready to reinforce us at any time! Harlem, the captains of those two teams are laughing at your cautious gun-taking action!"

Sure enough, after a glance, the "foreign aid" teams located on both sides were pointed and pointed. A laugh came. Harlem, the shy young man, couldn't help but have a red face. He put away his gun and continued to hold it.

Not even more so. I was so embarrassed that I didn’t know what to do.

One person advised: "Captain, don't tease Harlem. He trained from the headquarters and developed the ability to wear Yang 100 steps, but he has never seen blood yet!"

What this said is obviously mocking Harlem as a "boy chicken" who has not eaten meat: No matter how powerful your skills are, it is useless to not kill people!

Now, Harlem's tender face can almost fry eggs.

The wild bear-like captain raised his head and laughed: "Shelf, you bastard are so frustrated. Harlem is the future star of our gang. Please mock him, be careful that he will wear small shoes for you in the future! I have never seen blood

What's there? When the celebration will be celebrated tonight, I will take you to see a few Turkish coquettish girls, with your waist and fat ass, keeping you lingering! Oh, by the way, Harlem, if you are willing to spend some more money, you Terry

Uncle can also find you a pure Serbian virgin and wash your silver spear. It’s bloody to open it! Hahahahaha..."

Headed by Wild Bear Captain Terry, the people in the team were kind, malicious, boring, and chatting with the 'boy chicken' Harlem.

Poor little Harlin's neck turned red and he held it in for a long time before he could put it in a sentence: "I, I'm not a virgin anymore. I, I've tasted it long ago, and tasted a woman..."

This time, the unscrupulous teammates next to him laughed even more happily. Several of them ignored their images and rolled on the ground with their stomachs: it was so interesting to tease Harlem!

Captain Terry grinned and laughed wildly: "Oh? It turns out that our little Harlem is already broken. Come on, tell you uncle, which old cow has eaten your tender grass.

Ah? Ah, don’t tell me that it’s Aunt Emma from the food room. Her body can crush you to death!”

Harlem tilted his neck and said stubbornly: "Of course it's not Aunt Emma, ​​yes... Humph, why should I tell you!"

Terry's eyes rolled and said, "Little Harlem is shy, haha, but it doesn't matter. Although you have broken your body, you must have not personally pierced a virgin as pure as white paper, right? Let your uncle Terry tell you,

When dealing with women who have not deflowered, the key is to act decisively and hit the end! Come and see, Uncle Terry plays a long knife for you, and tell you the truth that those innocent little virgins who have not deflowered are the favorite

It's your uncle's long sword. You secretly shot a cold gun from behind, but it won't attract the attention of the little virgins!"

Speaking of the rise, Terry swung his sword in his hand and jumped to the front of the army. His wild bear-like torso twisted a few times awkwardly and funnyly. With the brute force, he 'swish' a few times,'

The long sword danced out a rustling sound of the wind!

At first glance, it really has a strong aura, and the film that deceives the little girl is more than enough!

The people in this team smiled unscrupulously, cheered for Terry's sword technique, completely forgot their mission: You know, what they were going to face was the "kill god" who killed more than 200 people.

!How can you take it lightly?

Just as Terry was dancing with a knife flower, he jumped to the edge of a building like a stupid bear jumping rope. Suddenly, a white light flashed, blinding the dog eyes of the other nine people in the team!

With a 'puff' sound, Harlem and others had not yet reacted, a blood light soared into the sky. When they reacted again, they were shocked to find that the head of the wild bear Terry was gone, and that heavy headless body was shaking.

After a while, he fell to the ground with a bang!

Captain Terry, who said he wanted to teach Harlem to show blood to the virgin, is really bloody now! He has seen a lot of blood!

"ah……"

A team member let out a shrill cry like an old nun over 60 years old was touched by someone's chest: "Save, help! Kill, the god of killing appears!"
To be continued...