In gun battles, the government forces and the police are not the opponents of these people. I think they will not be at a disadvantage when fighting in close combat.

The idea is good, but the reality is cruel. These people's skills are more lethal than gunfights.

Gunfighting is also limited by the amount of ammunition. In close combat, you don’t have to consider these things at all. You only need to spend some effort and wave the steel knife in your hand. I don’t know what kind of knife these people’s knife are. With one knife, you can not only break the tendons and bones, but also cut off guns made of fine steel and copper.

In less than half a minute, the police's defense line north of the manor was completely destroyed.

The masked man in black with a narrow steel knife habitually swung his knife: "Don't show mercy, we will resolve the battle as soon as possible." The remaining ten people who "killed" stared at their scarlet eyes and continued to attack the third side. The militants of the Allah Brigade who were breathing in the manor couldn't help but cheer and jump when they saw the scene in front of them. Someone even took out the phone and reported the good news to other companions of Allah Brigade: "Allah sent someone to save us, they are punishing those hateful people... If you ask who they are, I don't know who they are, anyway, it's not humans. It's impossible for people to have such strong combat power..." Pers

The rapid changes in the battlefield also attracted the attention of Xie Wendong and others in the bus. After careful observation, Jiang Sen's body shook, as if he could not believe his eyes: "Dong... Brother Dong, this seems to be our person." "It's Changfeng and the ten white-blooded brothers." Xie Wendong's eyes were deep, as if he was looking at the fire.

Ah, the people in the car were just a little suspicious at first, but now Xie Wendong said that everyone is even more sure. But let’s not talk about anything else, how could a person as arrogant as Changfeng help the people in Allah’s voyage kill people even if they are brainwashed by Allah’s voyage, they cannot train eleven people into obedient puppets in just five or six hours. This is so unusual and incredible.

The car was filled with an uproar, and all the brothers were anxious and asked for a fight. They thought to themselves that even if Ren Changfeng and the ten white blood brothers really planned to join the Allah Brigade, they would have to catch them in front of them and ask clearly.

"Don't argue anymore, just wait and see what's going on. I don't believe that Changfeng and the Baixue brothers were betrayed me. They must have their own difficulties."

"Brother Dong..."

"They must have their own difficulties." Xie Wendong clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and sweared: "No matter who is making trouble behind, I will not let you go. I swear with my brother's dignity, I will never let you go."

It was obvious that Brother Dong felt very uncomfortable, so everyone didn't say anything and shut their mouths honestly.

After about two or three minutes, the battle outside the manor was coming to an end. The police cars and military vehicles surrounding the wine manor were all beaten to pieces, like hornets' nests. Looking at the scene, there was a mess, countless policemen, soldiers fell in pools of blood, and many people were still moaning in pain, their bodies twitched from time to time, and guns and eggshells were scattered all over the ground, without even a place to get on their feet.

At this time, the militants of the Allah Brigade who were surviving in the manor were excited to see that the police and soldiers who were encircling them were defeated. They raided the guys and flocked out, killing the people who were not dead on the ground one after another, and chopping the other party out of nowhere, and then they stopped.

A militant leader carried a gun and walked to the man in black with a narrow steel knife in fear, and asked carefully: "Who are you? Why do you help us?" Pers

The man in black had a high head, and he didn't even look at him directly.

The militant leader thought the other party had not heard it, so he repeated another sentence. The other party was still the same and didn't hear his words at all.

The militant leader of the Allah Brigade immediately felt humiliated. He shouted in a bad tone: "Do you, whom you raised, understand what I am talking about?" Pers

Finally, the man in black lowered his head and looked at him. It didn't matter when he saw it, and the leader suddenly felt cold. The other party's cold eyes seemed to be staring at food in the snow in the middle of winter. Although the man in black couldn't understand what he was saying, he could guess a rough idea from the other party's expression and tone.

His pupils slowly dilated, and he cursed in an unhappy tone: "Damn, it's really bad luck today. Any dog ​​has to urinate on my head." He shook the steel knife in his hand, put it into the scabbard, then turned his head and said to the other brothers: "Go"

The other ten men in black agreed, then put away their weapons and followed the man to retreat to the small street they had come before.

Looking at their arrogant and mysterious backs, the other militants stood there in a long time and didn't move. After a while, they came to their senses and quickly surrounded the leader and asked in a lingering manner: "Captain, who are these people?" "Yes, it's so terrible, why do they help us?" "It's not suitable to stay in this place for a long time, we should retreat quickly"...

These people asked more than a dozen questions in a row. The leader just opened his eyes and looked ahead motionlessly. Seeing that he was "infatuated" in sight, a subordinate in front of him pushed his body, trying to pull him back to reality. But this pull didn't matter, a head rolled down from his shoulder and hit the instep of the man.

"Ah" The man was so scared that he staggered and staggered back several steps, but after all, he fell to the ground because his legs were weak.

The others around were so scared that they screamed and screamed, and they thought they had met a ghost, so their bodies subconsciously retreated. Looking at the broken head, it was like cutting it with a knife.

"Ghost" Persia didn't know who shouted first. These people were so scared that they didn't even want weapons, so they rolled out and crawled out.

Of course there are no ghosts in this world. If there are ghosts, it can only be that there is ghost in human heart. This leader of the Allah brigade is not a ghost, nor is he killed by a ghost. His death was completely a knife-removing action of the masked man in black just now.

Because the speed was too fast, others didn't see clearly what was going on, and even he himself didn't know.

The unrivaled power is a perfect combination of speed skills and strength, and the excellent gathering of arrogance and hostility. This is Ren Changfeng, the number one sword-using general around Ren Changfeng. The people around him are not others, but the ten white blood brothers who "disappeared" with him.

"Tianzhong, chase after you and see where they are going." Xie Wendong told Yuan Tianzhong. Among these people, only his speed is so fast that he is the most elegant in his body, and he can follow him without knowing it. Yuan Tianzhong is also very skilled and brave. Even if he knows that there may be danger ahead and wait for him, he is obliged.

Yuan Tianzhong agreed readily and reached out to pull the car door.

Before getting off the bus, Xie Wendong did not forget to remind him: "You must pay attention to safety."

Yuan Tianzhong smiled at Xie Wendong, patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, Brother Dong, the mobs in Allah's voyage can't do anything to me." "Don't be careless, I feel that things are not that simple. An arrogant person like Changfeng will actually be willing to be an executioner of others. This is too unusual."
Chapter completed!