The stout man felt like he was going crazy, the scene in front of him was simply too unbelievable, he had seen some powerful masters, who could dodge bullets with their speed, or use the sword in his hand to split bullets.

But I have never seen a person who didn't even lift his fingers, but countless bullets spread out automatically, and they didn't even touch the other party's hair from beginning to end......

What the hell is this guy a human or a ghost!

The ghost face in front of him was getting closer and closer, and every step he took was like stepping on everyone's hearts, and finally, everyone collapsed, not knowing who among them screamed, threw down the micro rush in his hand, and turned around and ran towards the exit.

And his movements are like a tarot card effect, driving two, three...... Until finally everyone went berserk and turned around and ran out of the warehouse......

They thought that when they entered here, they were hunters, and they came to hunt their prey at will, but after entering here, they found that they were the poor prey, and let the hunters ravage them!

"Stop! stop...... Baga ...... "The short man didn't expect that his group of subordinates would collapse under the invisible pressure of the other party, which made him angry, he knew that if all of them were together, there might still be a possibility of survival, and now that everyone is running for their lives, I am afraid that they have really become lambs to the slaughter!"

Sure enough, not long after, a heart-rending scream came from the direction of the warehouse door, and in the face of the ghost face that was getting closer and closer, the tyranny in his heart was like a weed.

He has no way back, and since this is the case, there is only desperate resistance.

But...... The sound of bullets breaking through the air finally stopped, and after changing a few guns, the ammunition was finally exhausted, and the man threw away the last slight rush in his hand in a hurry, but did not escape, but fiercely pulled out a short blade from his waist.

It's a samurai dagger!

Under the light, the short blade cast by the front stacked steel flashed, and at this moment, Su Can's footsteps were finally paused, looking at the short man in front of him, he finally remembered.

No wonder listening to this guy's voice just now was a little familiar, although the guy in front of him only showed a pair of eyes wrapped in his face, but he still guessed the identity of the other party, it was the consulate military attache of the island country in Mingzhu who appeared at Su Shan's birthday banquet, Taro Okamoto!

With a roar, the other party held a knife in his backhand and rushed towards him fiercely, Su Can admired the other party's courage not to be afraid of death, and looking at the dagger that the other party wiped fiercely towards his neck, Su Can finally stretched out two slender fingers in a good time......

Bite!

A crisp metal impact sound was exceptionally clear, Okamoto Taro didn't see the weapon in the other party's hand, only vaguely saw a flash of red light, and then saw the short blade of the first casting knife master of the island country in his hand made of titanium steel broken in two, and almost at the same time, the opponent's hand had been wiped towards his neck......

The aura of danger shrouded him, instinctively, Taro Okamoto did not hesitate at all, his body had already retreated rapidly, but there was still a sharp pain in his neck into his brain!

Taro Okamoto was shocked, and when he reached out and touched it, his hands were full of sticky blood, but he was also secretly glad in his heart, if he had taken a slow step in his leg just now, or hesitated for a second, he would have been separated at this moment, instead of now, just skin trauma.

Taro Okamoto's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and at this moment, the screams of his subordinates finally disappeared in the direction of the warehouse entrance, and he knew that if he didn't have a countermeasure, he would have to face not only the strange ghost face in front of him, but also his accomplices.

He really had a trace of regret in his heart, because this ghost face had ruined their actions one after another, and their organization wanted to get rid of this mysterious ghost face as soon as possible, so they had this action, but he didn't expect that this ghost face was so terrifying.

Looking at the ghost face in front of him walking step by step, he could even see the playful look in the other party's eyes, as if he was teasing the prey in his mouth......

Wait, why is this look so familiar......

A trace of suspicion flashed in Taro Okamoto's eyes, and then he turned into disbelief, and his body retreated again and again: "I know, I know who you are, you are Su Can!"

"I should have guessed, I should have guessed. Taro Okamoto muttered to himself.

Su Can was stunned, but then he didn't bother to pretend to be a ghost again, took off the mask on his face, looked at the short man in front of him who showed a pair of eyes, and grinned: "We meet again, Mr. Okamoto." ”

Looking at the face in front of him, he was no stranger at all, from the beginning of Meiying Villa, his own people were almost wiped out, and he remembered this name deeply.

It's just that he has never associated this ghost face, who has ruined the organization's major events several times, with Su Can......

No, maybe it's just that I didn't suspect it, that damn Four Eyes must have thought of it, so tonight's action, that damn guy, will actually die of physical discomfort and not participate in this siege.

The other party is borrowing a knife to kill someone!

Taro Okamoto immediately thought of it, and hated the sinister Chinese man who calculated himself to the core.

"Mr. Okamoto, I think we can have a good chat?" Su Can skillfully lit a cigarette and looked at Taro Okamoto with his eyes open, and at this time, the monk who had cleaned up the mess had also returned, leaning on the shelves not far away, just staring coldly at Taro Okamoto.

Taro Okamoto hesitated, but he still untied the face towel on his face and blocked the wound on his neck, his face was a little pale at the moment, but his eyes were still staring at Su Can viciously like a poisonous snake: "What do you want to talk about." ”

"For example...... What is your relationship with that Su Yunming? What are the forces in Mingzhu's secrets, and what are the ...... ...... your relationship with ARF?"

Taro Okamoto's pupils shrank slightly, and then returned to normal: "I don't know what you're talking about, I want to advise you, my identity is the military attache of the island country's consulate in the pearl, if I have an accident, your behavior will affect the diplomatic relations between the two countries......"

"Stop, stop, I don't want to bother with this, I'm only interested in what I want to know. Su Can shook his head indifferently, "It seems that Mr. Okamoto is ready to 'rather die than give in', it doesn't matter, I believe that soon you will obediently tell everything about yourself." ”

After Su Can finished speaking, he gestured slightly to the monk not far away, and then took a step back......

The monk understood, leaned forward with a cruel smile on his face, tilted his head, and made a tooth-aching bone rattle: "Don't worry, I won't let you die so happily, do you know what happens if you offend our brothers? Well, there is a guy who offended a few of our brothers, and was chased and killed by us for five years, and then we were caught by us in the desert of the Middle East, and we cut off the flesh of that guy one by one in that desert, and it took three days and three nights to cut it, and that guy wailed for three days and three nights before he died!"

Taro Okamoto held the broken blade in his hand tightly, and his face became a little ugly, he had an intuition, this guy in front of him was not lying, but what kind of hatred could make these people chase and kill that guy for five years?

He can even feel the miserable and desperate fate of that unlucky guy, death is not terrible, what is terrible is that he can't die if he wants to!

And the monk in front of him was still smiling with a cruel smile on his face: "By the way, in our Huaxia, this is called Ling Chi...... Don't worry, my craftsmanship is very good, and if I say that I will die in three days, I will definitely not let you die early!"

As he spoke, the monk had a strangely shaped scimitar in his hand......

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