Chapter 11 Kill a bloody road
The broken glass was mixed with the wine on the ground, reflecting bright lights. The lights in the bar were bright, and the night wind poured in along the broken doors.
Gladstone Vanlundine leaned against the vehicle in the Metropolitan Police Department and stared at the fierce man standing in the center of the bar.
Gladstone Vanlunding is the chief of the Rose District Division in Rota City. He actually does not like to be the director of this division because the district is too messy. Almost every year, more than double-digit police officers die, full of dangers.
And what is more important is the internal reasons of the Metropolitan Police Department. Many gangs in this division are related to the senior management of the Metropolitan Police Department. If you do too much here and arrest too many people, it will make your immediate boss dissatisfied; but if you don’t arrest him, you will have no political achievements.
This makes Ross the position of the district director like a hot potato.
Of course, this location is not without benefits. If you want to retire, then this location is indeed a good location, comfortable and stable. After all, it is well known what the Ross District looks like. As long as it is not too much, it is understandable that the mediocre grades are.
It was because of this that Gladstone Vanlunding came to be the director. He had been scattered for several years, but today he could not wait to die.
"Qiao Zhiwen" appeared in the Rose District, although Gladstone Vanlund had a premonition that something might happen in his Rose District when he was rumored to have escaped from prison.
But when something went wrong in Ross, he was still full of shock.
Is this "Qiao Zhiwen" crazy?
At this time, I didn't want to escape, but I killed people unscrupulously in the bar.
This is something that only a real lunatic will do.
When Gladstone Vanlunding met "Joe Zhiwen", he realized what a crazy guy this was.
The tall and tall man stood in the center of Calvin Bar, holding the slender and cold-glowing Tang Hengdao, looking at everyone with cold eyes, and said, "You shouldn't have come."
Even if you look at this man from a distance, you can feel that dangerous aura. This man seems to have never taken the fully armed police officers seriously.
"Qiao Zhiwen, put down the knife in his hand and lay on the ground. I'll repeat it again." Gladstone Vanlundin shouted with a megaphone.
For some reason, Gladstone Vanlundine's voice trembled unnaturally.
Bai Yang did not obey Gladstone Vanlund's warning. He lifted the Tang sword in his hand. The sharp blade was not stained with any blood, and it was still cold.
The next moment, the sound of the air being torn apart rapidly throughout the bar, like screams from hell.
Gladstone Vanlunding had never seen such a dazzling sword light. If he could choose, he would probably never want to see such a sword light in his life.
The rifle instantly ejected a terrifying fire, and this gorgeous and fashionable bar turned into a battlefield.
The speed of Bai Yang's sword swing broke through the speed of sound almost instantly, reaching several times the speed of sound. Bullets and blades collided to create dazzling Mars.
Every time he swung his knife, Bai Yang could feel the sticky air resistance. The air at the end of the blade was compressed into white mist, like a barrier appeared on the blade, and it was like the huge blade of Tang Heng's sword in Bai Yang's hand.
The moment the bullet was shattered in front of him, Bai Yang swung his sword and stepped forward. At the extreme speed, this simplest action created an inverted "V"-shaped supersonic barrier in front of Bai Yang. The pure white compressed air blocked his face, and then the Tang sword swept across.
"Squeak..."
It sounded like some kind of metal being chopped, making a harsh hiss.
Tang Hengdao cut off countless guns in an instant, and brought huge air pressure to blow the faces of all the police officers present. In the reflection of their pupils, a long knife with a cold light could be seen.
The fierce man, like a demon, held a knife and expanded his pupils.
"Tear..."
In a rapid state, a gorgeous silk sounded like shredded silk was pulled out from the air.
The sound barrier brought by the blade cuts through people's skin faster than the blade itself, and even the compressed air directly prevents the blood from gushing.
This is a unilateral massacre.
Bai Yang no longer held back. Although these people had no mistakes, was he making any mistakes?
Since you have not made any mistakes, then use the most primitive method to solve the problem. If the winners survive, the losers will completely withdraw from the stage.
This world has followed such cruel rules since its birth, and it has been like this for billions of years.
Swing the knife, swing the knife, swing the knife again!
Bai Yang repeated this simple action again and again.
The people from Calvin Bar have gone away, and at this time there are only two sides that are fighting, to be precise, three sides, but the mysterious forces who want to kill Bai Yang have been hacked to death by him.
The blue bar lights are dreamy, and the figure of the poplar is more like a ghost than a ghost, like a card frame.
After the last Inst Empire policeman fell, Bai Yang stopped.
The roar of tearing the air stopped completely after reaching its extreme high point, like a gorgeous performance unfolding.
"I said...you shouldn't have come."
In Calvin Bar, only one person was left standing on the ground covered with glass fragments and bottle fragments. The dark blue prison guard uniform on his body had been dyed black, with a strong smell of blood.
Bai Yang held Tang Heng's sword, and his fierce aura almost hit him.
Gladstone Vanlundine leaned against the black police car and didn't even dare to let out a breath. He didn't know when the pistol was thrown at his feet, but he didn't dare to pick it up.
Looking at the figure in the distance, he might have understood why he survived, because he was so scared that he dropped the gun to the ground, and all the people who were holding the gun in front of "Qiao Zhiwen" were already dead.
The atmosphere in the nightclub was so quiet that the poplars moved at this time.
Poplar held the knife and walked step by step to Gladstone. Endless fear surged from Gladstone Vanlundine's heart, and a yellow liquid overflowed from under him, emitting a fishy smell.
Fear is an instinct imprinted in the depths of people's lives. Gladstone Van Lunding couldn't overcome this fear. He begged with his hands trembling:
"Don't come over! I'm just following the orders!"
"Please don't come here!"
Gladstone Vanlundine's tears and snot were left uncontrollably on his cheeks. He crawled on the ground, as humble as an ant.
Bai Ping walked past Gladstone with a knife, without even looking at him, just like Gladstone Vanlund was a cloud of air.
This sense of ignorance made Gladstone both grateful and ashamed.
Everyone who came with him died, but he survived, and lived in shame, but after all, he survived.
Surviving in the hands of "Qiao Zhiwen" may be a kind of glory in itself.
………
The night is as quiet as water, and the moon is not seen in the sky. The lights in the city are magnificent, with more breath of fireworks on earth.
The outside of Calvin Bar is still brightly lit, but the noise before is gone, leaving only the messy land after the chaos.
Bai Guang walked out of Calvin Bar covered in blood, standing alone under the night sky, breathing the cold wind at night, and the cool air entered his lungs through his nose, making him feel that he had begun to integrate into this identity.
At the beginning, even though he was in prison, the isolation from his identity was not weakened at all.
But now he felt that he had begun to adapt to this identity, he was just a villain.
There are thousands of ways to live in life.
Looking at the dim lights on the street, Bai Yang's firm and cold voice sounded: "From now on, Qiao Zhiwen changed his name to Bai Yang, I will fight for a bloody path in this world with a knife."
………
Late at night, a breeze blew in from the windows of the Insit Empire Police Department’s office. The air was a little wet, but not sticky. The incandescent lights in the office were bright, illuminating the desk with countless documents.
Kent Roosevelt was sitting at his desk and sorting out the information he found today.
It has only been more than 30 hours since "Qiao Zhiwen" escaped from prison. Even Kent Roosevelt is a top expert in reconnaissance, it is difficult to find the traces of "Qiao Zhiwen" in a city with a population of nearly 100 million from the land swept by the storm. After all... surveillance can't even capture anything during the storm.
However, Kent Roosevelt did not make any progress. He has now confirmed that "Joe Zhiwen" is in the Rose area, and has determined that the other party should have not left yet, and the next step is to set up the net.
Kent Roosevelt hoped that the other party could give him some surprise, at least not be arrested without resistance. As a member of the Roosevelt family, the biggest reason why Kent Roosevelt became a member of the Crime Team of the Police Department was because he liked to capture prisoners' sense of accomplishment.
The more dangerous the prisoner is, in his eyes, the more delicious the food, and "Qiao Zhiwen" is the most delicious food he has encountered.
"The most dangerous criminal in the empire must not be caught by me so casually." Kent Roosevelt said to himself with a gentleman smile.
The wind at night was neither cold nor hot, and Kent Roosevelt was enjoying the fun of arresting.
And at this moment, the phone rang, and Kent Roosevelt picked up the phone casually with a pleasant smile.
But the next moment he suddenly stood up, his brows twisted and knotted in an instant.
"What?"
Kent Roosevelt's voice suddenly rose octave. He had thought of many ways to escape, but he never thought that this guy would just turn the table up.
The old hyena invaded the Ross District and killed his new boss. No matter how you look at it, it is not something that the fugitive can do. Isn’t this guy a little afraid or awe?
After hanging up the phone, Kent Roosevelt took a deep breath to calm down his ups and downs.
"What a lunatic!"
At this time, Harrington Lillian, an assistant sitting not far from him, poked his head out and said curiously: "What happened?"
Kent Roosevelt waved his hand and said, "Go to the Rose District immediately. This guy Qiao Zhiwen is not ready to run away secretly. Maybe he escaped from prison just to kill someone!"
Speaking of this, Kent Roosevelt himself thought this was really ridiculous. This lunatic seemed to never know what fear was.
………
The person who was nervous during this night was destined to be not just Kent Roosevelt. Among the villas in the Rose District, Spielberg was the one who was most nervous.
Spielberg found that he never knew the man who escaped from prison with him, he just knew that this was an extremely dangerous person.
But perhaps this "Qiao Zhiwen" is even more dangerous than he imagined. Even the evil ghost wants to kill him, but he can't kill him. He even smashed the skull directly. Is even the evil ghosts slaughtered by him still considered human?
On the first day after escaping from Assals Prison, he went out to kill people. What kind of murderer is this?
Isn't this person aware that he is a fugitive? Isn't it clear that the entire city of Rota is looking for him?
Spielberg cursed in his heart.
But Spielberg did not have the courage to speak in front of Bai Yang, and it seemed that no one had the courage to refute him in front of the terrifying guy.
And at this moment, a cold and cold voice sounded from behind Spielberg.
"My intuition tells me that you are scolding me in your heart."
Even the oldest ice in the Arctic cannot accurately describe this coldness, it is the sharpest coldness above the blade.
Spielberg suddenly turned around, but saw Bai Poplar covered in blood, holding a long knife in his hand, and the pungent smell of blood came over.
Spielberg's heart skipped a beat. How many people did this guy go out to kill?
"How is that possible?" Spielberg would never admit that he was thinking, "I am just worried that something is wrong with you, so I can't escape from Rota City alone."
Bai Yang sneered and said coldly: "I won't have any problems, it's only someone else's fault."
Spielberg didn't say anything anymore. He heard the murderous aura in this sentence. In addition, Bai Yang said that he was killing when he went out. Spielberg could almost guarantee that there must be a "big problem" in the "others" that this guy said.
When "Qiao Zhiwen" says that someone has problems, even if the other party really has no problems, then there will be problems.
Bai Yang didn't have too much trouble on this topic, but just turned around and looked at the girl and the little boy in the next bedroom, and then said to Spielberg:
"Carry it out, let's go now."
He can no longer hide in this city, so let's fight out!
There is no need for any planning, the handle in your hand is the best response.
"Let's go now?" Spielberg said in surprise.
"I went out to kill people, and then chopped over a team of Insit Empire police officers who found me." Bai Yang pressed his left hand on Tang Hengdao's scabbard, and his right finger passed through the scabbard, as if he was talking about a trivial thing.
"By the way? Cut?"
Spielberg could feel that he could hardly suppress his desire to complain, and paused, "Has he discovered?"
"You have too many questions, go or stay." Bai Yang said coldly.
"What should they do?"
Spielberg pointed at the two girls in the distance, and the girl couldn't help but tremble when she heard this.
“They don’t matter.”
Bai Yang did not meet Spielberg too much, but just pushed the door and walked out. Since it had been discovered by the police department, there was no need to hide it, so it was not important how to deal with this girl.
What they need to face next is the anger from the Inst Empire, as well as the woman and the Imperial Division mentioned by Kevin who was hacked to death.
Before I knew it, I offended a lot of people!
Chapter completed!