"Boy, Lao Tzu asks you one last time, who are you?" A man in a black vest raised the machete in his hand, pointed at Shen Lang, and snorted coldly: "If you don't say it, Lao Tzu will cut off your hands and feet now." ↘ Wait for →your hands and feet to be cut off, and then cry and say that you know anyone, and then it will be too late!"

Shen Lang's expression did not move, and he finally said the first sentence: "You guys have to go up quickly, it's very annoying to wander around under my nose!"

Several men were stunned for a moment, but they didn't expect Shen Lang to dare to say such rampant words.

"Yo he, you dare to fucking pretend to be forced in front of us, your courage is not small! Since you want to find death, Lao Tzu will fulfill you!"

The man in the black vest waved the machete in his hand and slashed at Shen Lang's arm, with a sinister smile on his face.

Before the machete fell, Shen Lang unhurriedly threw a punch, hitting the man's temple.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, the man flew out directly, a large amount of blood gushed out of his mouth, nose and ears, and he rolled his eyes and died directly.

This person was beaten to death by Shen Lang with a punch!

Shen Lang snatched the machete that the man had taken off, and several other strong men rushed up, either holding dagger machetes or waving iron rods in their hands, and attacked different parts of Shen Lang's body.

Shen Lang didn't dodge or dodge, clenched the machete in his hand, slashed half a circle in the air, and seemed to swing it twice at random.

"Boom!" Two violent sounds of breaking the air came, and the machete in Shen Lang's hand even set off a wave of qi, and the momentum was terrifying.

A strong man's body was cut off by a machete in an instant!

The rain of blood rained wildly, and the flesh fell, staining the ground a blood-red color, and the thick smell of blood was disgusting.

Seeing this scene, the other four strong men couldn't help but gasp, revealing a frightened and horrified look, and couldn't help but take a few steps back in fright.

But it was too late.

Shen Lang swung the machete forward a few more times, and the heads of the two strong men were directly cut off, and blood splashed out like a fountain.

In the end, with a flick of the knife, two more people were cut out of the chest and fell to the ground and died.

The whole process was only two seconds, and the five strong men before and after were killed by Shen Lang with extremely powerful means.

Shen Lang took a deep breath, he killed someone again, and this pleasure of killing gave him a kind of mental tremor and pleasure.

This feeling is the same as the feeling he felt when he was a killer before, the anger will slowly explode, Shen Lang is very disgusted with this feeling, but he enjoys it mentally.

In some ways, Shen Lang hates this kind of unreal self.

The fat man who fell to the ground was so frightened that his eyes were wide open.

Seeing Shen Lang holding a machete stained red with blood, approaching him step by step, the fat man was so frightened that he was incontinent, and opened his mouth, but found that he was speechless in horror!

Shen Lang was not merciful, his right hand clenched the hilt of the knife, his expression was blank, and he slashed straight down.

The blood was raging, and the fat man's body was cut in two.

Seeing this, two doctors in white coats in a nearby infirmary were so frightened that their scalps tingled and fled in panic.

Shen Lang snorted coldly and stepped forward to wave two knives.

The legs of the two doctors were cut in two, and their mouths were screaming with heart-rending screams.

The people who killed were all innocent guys, and Shen Lang did not hesitate in his heart.

Many doctors who were performing organ harvesting operations on living people noticed the movement and tried to flee in panic.

Shen Lang stepped forward with a knife, and easily cut off the legs of these doctors who took organs from living people.

kicked open the doors of the infirmary one by one, except for the people on the operating table, Shen Lang cut people when he saw them.

The wailing and screaming in the entire corridor was particularly harsh, and no one could escape from Shen Lang's palm.

Soon, the floor of the corridor was stained red with a large amount of blood, and the smell of blood was shocking.

Walking slowly to the iron door at the end of the corridor, Shen Lang cut the lock on the iron door with a machete and pushed open the heavy iron door.

Walking in, there is a large underground workshop.

The air was cold and damp, with dim incandescent lamps, and the smell of rotting flesh was emanating, and the bad environment was very bad, and there were machetes and axes in the corners.

The whole workshop exuded a smell of chemicals, mixed with a high concentration of drugs.

Shen Lang looked at the things placed in the workshop, some chemical raw material utensils, and poppy raw materials.

This place is a drug processing plant, and it's no wonder that the corpses seen in those abandoned steel factories have absorbed excessive drug doses.

Those disabled people should have been forced to process drugs, and in the process they inevitably absorbed a large amount of drugs, which is why they became like that.

When the disabled people died of drug overdoses, these drug dealers simply took their organs and sold them for money.

It's disgusting to do this kind of crazy thing.

A large number of disabled people are locked up in rows of iron cages at the back of the workshop.

Seeing Shen Lang coming, those disabled people had panic and fear on their faces, as if danger was about to befall them.

Shen Lang walked forward slowly, these disabled people were basically young people, and there were a few teenagers or girls who were fourteen or fifteen years old.

Perhaps to prevent the captive disabled people from escaping, the traffickers broke their legs and put them into drug processing.

No matter who Shen Lang's gaze stayed on, this person would inevitably tremble and tremble with fright.

Perhaps sensing the movement, several strong men came out of an office behind the underground workshop.

Seeing Shen Lang swaggering around the workshop, and the work clothes were full of bloodstains, the faces of several strong men changed suddenly.

"Catch him!"

After a loud drink, several strong men rushed towards Shen Lang.

A man in black also pulled a Type 54 pistol from his waist.

Shen Lang stepped forward, snatched the machete from the hand of a strong man, and the whole person took the lead in slashing towards the man in black like a gust of wind.

The man's pupils dilated, and before he could shoot, his right arm was directly cut off by Shen Lang, and the blood was soaring.

"Kill him!" the rest of the strong men shouted when they saw this.

It's a pity that they only had time to say this sentence, Shen Lang waved the machete in his hand like lightning, and slashed at these guys with an expressionless face!

"Flutter flutter!"

Several of their bodies were cut into two pieces by Shen Lang, their hands and feet and limbs trembling in pools of blood, and their mouths let out hoarse and frightened screams.

A row of disabled people in the iron cage watched this bloody scene, and all kinds of screams were heard.

Shen Lang looked as usual, threw away the machete, took off his blood-stained coat, and walked out of the workshop as if nothing happened.

For Shen Lang, this operation is like a mission, but unlike previous missions, this time it is for the sake of repaying the favor.