During the process of climbing over the barrier, "Scarface" did not pay attention to his feet. As a result, Cai flipped over an empty wine bottle, his body lost balance, and fell heavily to the ground. Before he could get up, Coomb had appeared in the sky and smashed him fiercely. The huge body, coupled with the impact force given by the body, will cause great damage as long as it touches the slightest. Therefore, facing the attack is an irrational choice. Only by avoiding its edge and ensuring that you survive, can you have a chance to fight again.

The "Scarface" tried hard to roll to the left. The reason for his efforts was that there were too many debris around him, including tables, chairs, wine bottles, and corpses of human waiters. These evils he had committed before, now he finally had the opportunity to retaliate against him, either falling horizontally or lying vertically, piled up on the side, becoming speed bumps on the life channel.

“Hell…”

While cursing, "Scarface" rolled and crawled over a corpse, successfully avoiding Coomb's landing strike.

"Dong~~~" The sound of landing was extremely heavy, causing a short earthquake within two square meters. And the tremor was strong, which pushed all the small debris on the ground, some collided with each other, and some rolled and jumped, as if they had all their lives for a while, scrambling to escape. Although the large objects were not restless, they also shifted. The "Scarface" felt that the corpse next to them seemed to have been pushed by someone. After slightly shifting, they stood shoulder to shoulder with them.

What kind of power can create such momentum and impact!

If it was scary before being lifted with one hand, and then it was surprising to overturn the metal box, then the impact of feeling close at the moment is a deep shock, accompanied by a terror from the bottom of your heart.

‘Fortunately I avoided it, otherwise I would have been trampled into a meat pie.’

The "Scarface" thought about it very much, and it was terrifying to feel cold behind him. But in a flash, his thinking returned to the right path, and his instinct to survive made him raise his gun and prepare to fight at close range.

This is a way of playing life-threatening and a helpless move. If you stand up and run away, your speed and distance are not advantageous, and you will probably have to be slaughtered. It is better to let go. Even if you can't kill him, it will cause considerable damage.

He thought it well, but the reality went against his wishes. Because his opponents would also think about it and formulate corresponding countermeasures, and his physical advantages also provided guarantees for the implementation of the strategy.

"Stop trying to cum with that thing!"

Coomb roared wildly, took a step to the left, swung his long and thick red arms, and hit the gun head of the high-energy pistol with great force. The huge force knocked the pistol away like an eagle ball that was shot out, drawing a graceful parabola and fell into the utility room in the corner of the wall.

Seeing the gun leaving his hands, the Scarface made a scream, but a heart-wrenching cry: "Ah..."

The right index finger of the right hand used to pull the trigger became a victim of this incident. It did not break away from the trigger guard in time and was broken by a powerful impact. The wrist was also affected by the disaster. Although there was no fracture, it caused the wrist ligament to tear, blood swelling at the injury, and unbearable pain, and even the function was almost lost.

"Scarface" held his right wrist with his hand, and his expression was extremely painful. This not only originated from physiology, but also a psychological manifestation. Breakage of fingers and damage to wrists will not kill people immediately, but the loss of weapons is disastrous. Especially in the face of a strong enemy, this situation makes him lose all his chances of winning, and he is destined to be the meat on the chopping board and be slaughtered.

Coomb smiled, and laughed unrestrainedly. His ecstasy came from the expression on the face of "Scarface", which was a complete and unconcealable despair.

"You cut off my hands, and I only hurt your fingers and wrists. In terms of damage, you are much stronger than me. But..." Coom took another step forward, holding the scarlet hand built by the insect to the top of the 'Scarface' head, and said mockingly: "I can grow new hands, and it is better and stronger than before. And what about you? After being injured, the whole person will be defecated and can only wait to die. Of course, you may think: If the gun is still around, I will definitely kill this guy. OK, beg me, beg me for you to pick it up, beg me, beg me..."

"Okay, I'll beg you, go and pick up the gun for me and kill you bastard, thank you!"

"Scarface" finished speaking in anger, then closed his eyes and stopped looking at the abominable face. He told the other party in this way: I no longer have the ability to resist, and you can kill you and cut you whatever you want, just stop letting me listen to your nonsense.

Of course, Coom would not do as he wished. Since he was sure to win, the humiliation and torture would continue until he relieved his anger and finally the Scarface was killed.

"Although you begged me, I think it's too wasteful of time. It's better to send it to you," Coom said to Scarface with a sneer.

Feeling the malicious intention in his words, Scarface suddenly opened his eyes and asked sternly: "What do you want to do!"

"You'll know right away."

Without explaining, Combe reached out and grabbed the "Scarface". The latter turned over and avoided, but the debris and corpses beside him hindered his movements. As a result, the armed belt around his waist was grabbed and raised face down into the air.

"Let me down, you bastard!"

"Scarface" struggled desperately. He looked like a frog caught by a child. He looked full of energy, but he was unable to escape the shackles of the controller.

"Experience the feeling of flying, um hahaha..."

Accompanied by laughter, Coom swung his powerful red arm, aimed at the location of the utility room, and threw it out.

A moment of howling in my ears, then I was dazzled and dazzled. The "Scarface" looked like a big gray flying squirrel. After gliding in the hall for a short distance, I successfully arrived at my destination.

It has to be said that the entire flight was perfect, but there were some minor problems when landing. The huge body of the Scar Face had a close contact with the left door frame before flying into the utility room, leaving deep dents on the metal surface and seriously dislocated the left shoulder of the Scar Face. Even so, he was not blocked, but instead squeezed into the utility room with the help of huge inertia. First, he hit the corner of the right room, and then bounced to the left wall, then stopped the momentum, fell down the wall, and knocked down all the utensils inside, almost burying the Scar Face in scattered.

Soon, Coom appeared at the door. He listened with his ear first, confirming that there were faint breathing and moans inside, and then he let go of his hanging heart.

"Sorry, I forgot to calculate the width of the door." He stroked the dent on the door frame, looking very guilty, but in a flash, he said in a gloating tone: "But it verifies that you are very strong, which relieves me. It seems that you can't die for the moment, so let's continue playing."

When the equipment covering his body rolled down one after another, Scarface knew that he was about to leave the utility room, he would be dragged back to the hall by Coo M to start a new round of torture. Whether he wanted to or not, he could not resist, as it was just now, and now it is the case.

"Sit here, I'll check it out for you."

Coomb fiddled with the Scarface as if he was treating a ragdoll so that he could sit in front of him with a proper viewing.

"Oh my God, in my opinion, your current situation can be described in four words, that is, it's a terrible sight."

Intuitively speaking, such words are not an exaggeration.

The red, swollen and deformed right wrist and index finger, the left arm that cannot move due to dislocation, the broken nose bridge that hits the wall, the large bruises on the top of the head and the forehead, countless wounds and scratches on the face, and some of them also contain foreign objects, such as small forks, broken glass, etc. In addition, if psychological trauma is included, it will be a bit insufficient. It is estimated that life is worse than death, which will be more appropriate.

Faced with the ridicule, Scarface disagreed, slowly raised his head and said coldly: "Where is my gun? Please find it to me."

After hearing this, Coomb was stunned: "You still want a gun at this time?"

"Scarface" replied without hesitation: "Of course, if you agree, you should keep your word."

"Then you wait." As if to satisfy the other party's wish to die, Combe returned to the utility room, and the sound of rummaging through the things suddenly sounded inside.

Just 10 seconds later, he walked out, holding the high-energy pistol he wanted in his hand.

"Give."

Koum threw the gun to the ground. At this moment, he wanted to see how people in this state used guns.

"Scarface" started his action without saying a word. He could not hold the gun in his right hand, so he could only use his left hand to fire, but his left arm was dislocated and had to be reset before moving. This was a painful and arduous process, but "Scarface" was completed neatly, which means that from the moment he was asked for the gun, he had already figured out what to do.

Without hesitation, nor was it ruthless. The "Scarface" raised its gun and fired continuously. The blue light flashed out one after another, scrambling to hit Kum. The ignition light, accompanied by the burning smoke, enveloped the red monster. It looked like a match head that was about to be extinguished, trying its best to suck oxygen at the last moment, trying its best to struggle to rekindle.

Finally, no more flames came, and the "Match Head" seemed to have completed its mission and fell to the ground in the curling blue smoke.

"Scarface" stopped his hand pulling the trigger. At this time, the bullet box record showed that it had already been sold out, but he still pressed seven or eight more times. If the bullet could be shot before, it was to ensure that the enemy was killed, then the subsequent action was an extension of hatred.

"Is it over like this?"

I murmured and seemed to be asking myself, and I seemed to be asking questions. No matter which one, it was just for an answer.

"You're over, but I haven't!"

The answerer, you will know who it is without saying it.

"This result is not surprising." Scarface threw away the gun in his hand and smiled miserably: "You have already planned it, so you gave me a chance to hit my self-esteem and put me in complete despair. So, it should be right?"

"Totally right!" Coom clapped his hands, sat up from the ground, and said contemptuously: "At this point, you are at your end. If you still want to resist, I can stay with you to the end."

"Forget it, with my current state, I can't kill you with a gun, and it's even more impossible for anything else."

"Since that's the case, it's my turn."

Coomb was ready to start his plan.
Chapter completed!