Chapter 147

Mr. lion glanced at Duan Xin and said, "do you know who is in front of you?"

Duan Xin's eyes flashed and suddenly smiled. He saw the boy coming from behind them and said, "Mr. lion? The leader of hummingbird team, a famous mercenary, just "

Mr. lion said, "Oh?"

Duan Xin smiled and said gently, "I heard that you have a lot to do with the ghost gate. Later, his son was dissatisfied with his stepmother and ran away from home. Maybe he encountered setbacks when wandering outside and returned to his stepmother's arms. However, the stepmother couldn't afford to raise the eldest son and drove him out of the house."

It turned out that hummingbirds had joined the ghost gate and left the ghost gate in the past, but by Duan Xin's metaphor, the ups and downs became obscene and ordinary. Mr. lion twitched his eyelids and said Yin: "so what?"

Duan Xin said, "you know, I met several ghost killers in yunprovince, and I heard that the 'animal family' actually has a low status in the ghost family. The trump card of the ghost family is the ghost killer. Therefore, don't think hummingbird is so famous. Don't get carried away with it."

"You're great because you haven't met me before!"

"Fark!" Mr. lion's face suddenly changed.

I thought the boy should boast first, then show his fear and beg for mercy. I didn't expect that he would dare to laugh at him at the muzzle of the gun. Is the boy sick or dependent?

At this time, the boy has reached about ten meters behind them. If Luo Yi is changed, he will rush to them and make a surprise shot, but Duan Xin didn't expect that the boy was not in a hurry at all. The sound of footsteps attracted the attention of several killers.

However, no one put the young man with a green and stubborn face in his eyes. Looking at his expressionless face, they just thought he was a frightened and stupid student who didn't distinguish the situation. When they saw the wooden knife around his waist, they only glanced at him.

So he went quietly.

A killer finally felt strange, turned back and saw that he had come, picked up the muzzle of the gun and shouted coldly, "stop, what are you doing!"

The boy stopped obediently and said faintly, "murderer"

His honesty caused many people to sneer at him, because the first thing every killer should remember is to take action in time. A sudden sneak attack may succeed. A dull man like him is basically the fastest dying type in the killer world. The killer sneered: "kill? Who are you going to kill? "

The young man was stunned. He didn't know what he was laughing at. He realized that his answer didn't need to be questioned, but he honestly explained: "if you want to kill him, I'll kill you."

Mr. lion hissed and thought the boy was ill.

The killer laughed and said, "boy, we have guns in our hands!"

The young man said, "I only want your life and don't want your guns. Why do you say guns?"

The killer suddenly stopped laughing, because he found that the boy had an incredible persistence, almost terrible seriousness.

But when he looked at the wooden knife again, he couldn't help laughing and said, "my nephew also has a wooden knife, which he uses to play."

The boy looked down at his knife and said, "my knife is not a toy, and I'm not your nephew."

The killer sneered, "so you're going to kill me with this rotten wood?"

"Yes!" The voice fell and the boy moved.

His body was straight and his feet seemed to be messy due to fatigue, but somehow, people found that he suddenly approached the killer, and then his knife stabbed into the killer's throat.

Without the light of the knife, the wooden knife has no light.

Looking at the killer, his face turned purple. Although there was pain in his eyes, there was more incredible confusion and confusion from his soul.

With a whoosh, the boy inserted the wooden knife back into his side waist, slowly lowered his head, looked at the blood stained tip, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes. It seemed that he had never found that blood could be so charming.

Mr. lion and other six people were not as leisurely as he was. They looked at each other as if they were dead gray.

"Boy, do you dare to be fierce?" In the sound of cheering, the two killers deceived themselves.

Neither of them is tall, but they look like cheetahs. They are fierce and fast. They are definitely top experts in martial arts.

In the blink of an eye, the two sabres turned into bloodthirsty poisonous snakes, with a terrible killing intention, one left, one right, one front and one back, one up and one down to the boy.

The young man looked at their hands coldly, as if he didn't even bother to move. Suddenly, with a wave of his right hand, he leaned forward and stabbed, popping and popping. The violence suddenly stopped. They were still holding a knife, but they couldn't hand, and their eyes were all raised. Looking at their throats, there were more blood holes, and the wounds were torn, which was as clumsy as a wooden knife.

The young man's knife still hung quietly on his side waist. It seemed that he had not moved at all, but his blood color was thicker.

What a fast knife.

Mr. lion's face changed.

The young man clenched his knife and said coldly, "I don't know what to be aggressive. If you want to kill him, I'll kill you. I've made it very clear."

The two killers fell back a few steps and touched the blood in their throat. They deeply felt that life was passing at a high speed. The young man was not only fast, but also cruel and accurate.

Suddenly he walked towards them, as he had come, without delay.

But it made them feel the pressure like a mountain. The two killers could no longer control themselves. They looked ferocious, picked up the muzzle of the gun and shot at him.

Duan Xinxin was worried and wanted to rush out, but he saw the young man step on the ground with his right foot and shake up a canopy of fallen leaves. When the bullet smashed the fallen leaves, the young man already threw himself on the ground, and then swam out like a snake. When he reached a killer more than two meters, he kicked up with his limbs and held the killer's waist.

Suddenly, the killer pulled the trigger and tried to kill him.

However, the young man's knife had been stabbed into his body. At the same time, he twisted his body to the front and blocked the bullet of another killer with his body.

Just for a moment, the killer was beaten into a plug by his companion, and the blood on his body soared out in a large range. When this round passed, the boy pushed him away coldly, with two more cartridge cases in his hand.

From his gun.

Because the heat was very high, it made his palm smoke. The killer on the opposite side was stunned and hurriedly changed his cartridge clip. At this time, everyone thought that the teenager would shoot the cartridge case as a concealed weapon, but he ran out like a cheetah, stabbed the man in the throat, took it back, then pulled his chin, faced Mr. lion and stuffed the cartridge case into his wound.

The killer made the most miserable scream and suffered great humiliation and pain when he was dying.

Mr. lion's face became unspeakably embarrassed. He knew too much about the strength of his men, but now he was cleaned up by an ugly boy like cutting vegetables?

How could this happen?