Final Evolution Fangs! Zerg Hegemony! Chapter 67: Destroying with Overwhelming Force (More Updates with Recommended Votes)

Chapter 67: Destroy everything (recommended votes will be added)

Facing Fang Senyan's heavy punch, the *** man immediately felt an indescribable huge force approaching from the forward stabbing blade. The blade of the dagger he was holding could no longer be held, and it bent and flew out. There was blood flowing from the tiger's mouth on his right hand.

Not only that, Fang Senyan's punch was still powerful, and continued to hit his face with an indescribable heavy and fierce wind sound. This *** man seemed to have received formal fighting training. When he retracted his arms, he folded his elbows in front of him, forming a perfect protective posture.

But it's no use,

It's of no use at all,

Sheyan's strength, four times stronger than that of a normal person, hit him hard. To him, it was as irresistible and irresistible as fate! So what if you adopt a defensive posture? The added strength of the fist directly knocked him four to five meters away, and his head hit the wall behind with a "thud", staining large red and white marks on it, and his eyes became round. The eyes slowly slid down! Obviously, even if you don't die, you will be half disabled!

After punching out, Sheyan didn't even look at the man's life or death. He blocked the door of the power distribution room with his feet slightly crossed. He looked at the remaining stunned man and said:

"Do you want to die or live?"

The remaining person was completely shocked and swallowed hard:

"Are you sent by the Sihai Gang or the Tiandao Alliance? If you go against our Bamboo Alliance Gang, you will only die!"

Sheyan ignored him and said calmly:

"Do you know where crabs live?"

"Crab?" The man was stunned.

Fang Sheyan said calmly:

"In his thirties, he has triangular eyes, broken eyebrows, and thin lips. He looks like he owes money to everyone."

"I know, I know, in the room on the right at the end of the corridor."

The man replied hurriedly.

Sheyan nodded and had no intention of entangled with him. He knocked him unconscious and strode towards the end of the corridor. But when he walked to the back of the corridor, a cold voice suddenly came from behind:

"Stop, if you don't want your head to blow."

Sheyan frowned, turned around slightly, and saw a middle-aged man standing behind him, coldly aiming a pistol with a silencer at him. Moreover, this middle-aged man's hand holding the gun was quite stable, as if the handle of the gun was embedded in his palm. He had a coldness that had seen blood and killed people.

At this moment, Sheyan really felt that these people from the Bamboo Union Gang were still haunting him: He obviously just wanted to ask for directions, how could he stir up so many things? What's more, it's fine for me to be alone at this time. If I can save Sanzai later, then I'll really be able to take advantage of him! Killing one is murder, but killing ten is not murder? Then simply eliminate all hidden dangers once and for all, so that you can be clean and tidy when rescuing people.

When he thought of this, a flash of blood flashed across Fang Senyan's eyes, and he stopped as he was told.

"Hold your head with your hands and squat with your face against the wall."

The middle-aged man holding the gun said slowly.

Sheyan had no expression on his face and did as he was told. Then someone came up to search him and walked away after finding that Sheyan was not carrying a weapon. Then someone at the entrance over there said angrily:

"Matsushita-kun and ngstone were both killed!"

In fact, the only person Fang Senyan killed was Mr. Matsushita. The Taiwanese Ngstone was knocked unconscious. It must have been that person who saw the miserable state of the Japanese Mr. Matsushita first, so he had a preconceived impression in his mind, so he saw the Taiwanese Ngstone. At every turn, he was immediately deemed dead. The middle-aged man didn't have much to say after hearing this. He seemed to be the kind of person who was used to life and death. His face was unwavering. He pointed at Sheyan's gun and tilted it toward the passage next to him:

"Go in."

Sheyan also had this intention. If he killed people in the corridor in such a public place, the noise would be too loud, and it would be too annoying to attract the police. I guess the people from the Bamboo Alliance Gang thought the same way. The two parties hit it off immediately. Fang Senyan followed them into the passage very cooperatively, then turned right and entered a room.

The area of ​​this room is quite large, at least about 300 square meters. The furniture and other items are pressed against the walls, leaving a huge space in it. It looks very much like a martial arts arena in a dojo. It is very spacious and bright. a feeling of.

The wooden floor in the center of the room was smooth and tough, and was wiped very clean. It could even vaguely reflect the figure of a person, and it was slightly elastic when stepped on. On the far wall facing the door, a man wearing a snow-white kimono sat with his back to the door. He seemed to be admiring a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall. Behind him was a very exquisite weapons rack with a weapon on it. A quaint looking samurai sword. It is worth mentioning that the girl who was "harassed" by Sheyan had put on a kimono and was bending over to pour tea on the small table next to her. She seemed to be putting all her energy into pouring tea. , completely unaffected by what happened before.

There were several people kneeling in the room. They were also in black suits, white socks, and leather shoes were taken off. However, Fang Senyan smelled a foul smell. It was obvious that someone had athlete's foot. One of them, a middle-aged man in his forties, looked like He was very dignified and said to the man who pointed the gun at Sheyan:

"Juan, what's going on?"

Nahuan replied calmly:

"Chairman, this man killed Matsushita-kun and Ngstone. I suspect that he is an undercover sent by other clubs to find out about our party."

At this time, Sheyan saw that the last person had entered the room and the door behind him was closed, and he felt calm. His face suddenly darkened, he twisted his neck as if nothing had happened, and cracked his fingers to do some warm-up exercises. Juan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he shouted angrily:

"I told you not to move! This is the last warning!"

Fang Sheyan said calmly:

"I also give you one last warning. Anyone who wants to kill me will only have one fate, and that is death."

Hearing Sheyan's words, everyone showed a sarcastic look. Only the Japanese man in a snow-white kimono who was sitting high on the platform with his back to this side remained indifferent and seemed to be completely immersed in that scene. In the calligraphy and painting, he even touched the painting with his fingers, which looked quite intoxicating.

"Oh! So fierce? You little idiot." Juan said sarcastically: "I want to kill you right now, but I want to see how I die."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sheyan suddenly lowered his body and rushed forward like an extremely ferocious beast! Juan immediately pulled the trigger without hesitation, and white smoke rose from the muzzle of the silencer-equipped gun. You could even hear the sound of bullets entering the flesh and splashing blood. But the man in front of him did not fall down. Instead, he threw himself in front of him and raised his head! He looked over with a mixture of contempt, domineering, and madness.

"Why isn't he dead?" Juan couldn't help but have such a frightening thought in his mind. And his instinctive reaction was to shout for help.

But at this moment, Sheyan hit him on the chin with an uppercut!

His language function has been completely strangled since then!

This punch directly sent Juan flying diagonally upward, almost half a meter above the ground. He even made a weird backflip in the air, and then fell face down! You know, Juan is a middle-aged man with a burly figure, nearly 190 centimeters tall, and he looks very strong and capable. He is probably close to 90 kilograms at least. Fang Senyan punched him and sent him flying nearly half a meter high from bottom to top. The power contained in the fist could be said to be completely beyond everyone's imagination.

Half a piece of bloody flesh flew out of the air. It turned out that when Sheyan punched, Huan was about to open his mouth to call someone. As a result, under the huge force, not only the mandible was immediately shattered, but also the contents of the mouth. His tongue was bitten off alive, and thick saliva mixed with blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth. His brain was greatly shocked, and his eyes turned white and he passed out. Even if he could not breathe, he would inevitably die. It's a severe concussion!

But just when Sheyan was attacking, the people next to him were definitely not dead. They are all elites of the Bamboo Union Gang. Those who can be brought out by the "Chairman" to escort them are naturally very skilled. They immediately draw their guns, aim and shoot. That movement was done in one go, no less than that of a professional soldier.

But if Sheyan is a rookie who has just entered the space, he may still be a little confused. At this time, he has experienced life and death in the space and has experienced dozens of battles, large and small. How can he still stand there and be shot? I had already thought about the subsequent contingency before I fired that uppercut:

After knocking Juan away, he immediately ran forward, punched the nearest gunman in the chest, and then pulled him in front of him, directly using this unlucky guy as a veritable human shield!

The sound of "chichichichichi" shots with silencers kept ringing out, blood spattered everywhere, and even tore holes in the surrounding wooden lattice screens, but most of them failed to hit the intended attack. The target was hit in the chest by Fang Senyan. The unlucky guy was already struggling to survive, but was accidentally hit by a few bullets. He was immediately killed on the spot with a kick of his legs.

Fang Senyan pushed the body straight towards a gunman next to him. Once the distance was within three meters, he stepped out like a ghost, and with an extremely vicious sweep of his elbow, he flew into the air and spun 470 degrees, sending him flying.

In the next few seconds, Fang Sheyan, who looked like a ferocious beast, charged left and right in the hall with great arrogance. Although he was shot three times in a row, the actual damage of about 20 points from each shot was insignificant to him. But the person who fired the shot was afraid that he would never be able to stand up again in his life.