Lang Zhan hugged the Attorney General and was about to go upstairs, the back of his head was cold, his heart was cold, he hugged the Prosecutor General and walked two steps, and said in her ear: "There are snipers!" You go up and hide—"

The Attorney General's body was already hot, but when he heard this, his body temperature suddenly dropped, and he asked in a low voice: "Butcher? ”

"I don't know, you go up," Lang Zhan pushed her hard towards the staircase, then quickly turned around, and shook his body seemingly casually but purposefully. Bayi Chinese Network ==≈.≈8≠1≠Z≤≥.COM

"Be careful," the Attorney General said, and ran upstairs.

Lang Zhan adjusted his breathing as he walked towards the door. Opposite, more than 100 meters apart, on the roof of a four-story residential building, the butcher was lying on the side of the road, holding a domestically made G36 assault rifle in both hands. He pressed his right eye to the scope and was aiming. From time to time, he used the crosshair on the lens to cover Lang Zhan's head, Lang Zhan either tilted his head, or shook his body slightly~ body, or fast-forwarded a step or two, and the crosshair staggered the distance. After repeating this many times, the butcher raised his head, bared his teeth, and said, "Beast-like intuition." Then he took a few steps back, and walked towards the staircase with his gun in his hand.

Ten minutes later, on the way to the door of the Attorney General's house, Lang Zhan and the butcher looked at each other from a distance of more than thirty meters, Lang Zhan saw the killing intent released in the other party's eyes, and stretched out his hand to hook his middle finger at him.

The butcher smiled, without a hint of warmth, and the earthworm-like scars wriggling on his face caused a cold and eerie aura to radiate from his body.

At both ends of the road, there were originally two or so pedestrians, but they just glanced at it and immediately chose to avoid it.

In the mercenary world, the name butcher is very loud. Che Zhichen's torture and killing of prisoners is already a thing of the past, Yizrak, Azhifu Khan...... In these war-torn areas, if you pay a little attention, you will see that there are many incidents related to the abuse of prisoners. And among the information that Nina instilled in Lang Zhan, there was even a diagnosis of the butcher, saying that he had more than a dozen steel nails and several steel plates all over his body. In all reports of the torture of prisoners by butchers, there is a similar phrase, i.e., "how the butcher is with his bare hands".

"Gabriel?!" At a distance of three or four meters, the butcher took out a photo from his pocket, lit it up to Lang Zhan, and then staggered his hands and tore the photo to pieces with a "click".

The person on the photo is none other than Lang Zhan.

Lang Zhan was unmoved, and continued to slowly press towards him.

The butcher raised his right hand, let it go, let the picture that had turned into pieces be blown off by the wind, opened his mouth, showed a mouthful of golden teeth, and said, "Gabriel, you should be honored, my butcher has not targeted one person specifically for a long time. As he spoke, he twisted his neck as he clasped his hands together, and a series ......of joint rubbing sounds rang out.

Lang Zhan looked at him, the corners of his mouth twitched, and said, "Has anyone ever told you that this is a very stupid act?" In the future, when you are old, you will get arthritis. By the way, forget that you don't have this problem at all. ”

Lang Zhan's Eze spoke very authentically, but the butcher obviously still didn't understand. "Little white face, go die!" He grinned, his mouth full of gold teeth shook his blind eyes, and he stomped on the ground with his left foot and rushed towards Lang Zhan.

Angel Island and his party, Lang Zhan has a huge harvest. That is, his appearance and body skin characteristics have not only become normal, but his skin is much whiter ~ than before. But what the hell is the "little white face"? "Nima!" His eyes shrank slightly, and the red light flashed in his eyes, and instead of retreating, he rushed forward.

Between the lightning and flint, the butcher's two fists blasted out one after another, the right fist hit Lang Zhan's head, and the left fist hooked and blasted into Lang Zhan's right abdomen.

In the face of the butcher's fierce attack, he may choose to dodge, or he may block, no matter what method he takes, he will definitely be completely passive and then dragged into his rhythm by the butcher.

Lang Zhan wouldn't do that. He has a full set of information about the butcher, and knows that the butcher's best thing is to play a lose-lose game. The most important thing is that he is not afraid of the butcher's style of play. He told the Attorney General that he was not afraid of butchers, that it was not a simple man's will, and that he wanted to be strong in front of his own women. The butcher's strength and skills are far worse than Lao A, and he can fight with Lao A to defeat both, relying only on ruthlessness and physical fitness that is not weaker than Lao A. However, in terms of physical fitness, among the people Lang Zhan knows or knows, only Powell should be stronger than him.

Ignoring the butcher's two fists, Lang Zhan did not hesitate at all, his right hand protected his right abdomen, his left hand blocked, and his left foot kicked out fiercely, kicking the butcher's right abdomen.

"Look for death!" The butcher grinned, and the gold teeth were hideous.

"Bang Bang-" Both sides have strong fists and feet, Lang Zhan retreated three steps to the right rear, and the butcher retreated five steps back. "Bastard!" The butcher scolded and rushed up again. Lang Zhan punched him with both hands, and his head was also beaten by his left hand, knowing his strength, he shook his two hands, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

On the balcony of the bedroom on the second floor, Natalia looked at the butcher standing next to her and breathed a sigh of relief.

The butcher is a nightmare for the people of Hubei and for all Central Asians. However, his little man exchanged hands with him, and he didn't seem to suffer. This time the butcher changed his strategy, throwing his right fist out and protecting his chest with his left hand. His idea was simple, to keep one hand ready to copy Lang Zhan's leg. However, Lang Zhan's response was once again beyond his expectations, Lang Zhan took a step to the left with his left foot, and his right fist slammed into his right fist. "Bang-" The fists of the two people were strong, and their arms trembled instantly, and in the butcher's eyes, an even more painful expression flashed, and the earthworm on his face also shook violently.

Lang Zhan is no better than the butcher, the butcher's strength is indeed not as good as Lao A, but it is similar to him. However, just his eyes narrowed slightly, his body flashed, he had reached the left side of the butcher's body, and when the butcher kicked him with his right foot, he was kicked alive, and his left hand was on the joint of the butcher's right forearm.

The butcher's right hand was in a state of weakness at this time because of the hard blow just now, and with his recovery ability, this process was actually very short, but it was grasped by Lang Zhan at the right time. For a person like a butcher, pain works like a stimulant, which can form a good stimulus for him. However, as soon as the forearm of his right hand was weak, when he tried to exert himself again, he was frightened, and his arm was sore, and he couldn't exert himself at all. Without thinking about it, he turned to the left, leaned forward, and slammed his left fist towards Lang Zhan's head. The left fist is swung out, and the left heel is kicked out, but the target is Lang Zhan's crotch ~ part.

Lang Zhan's left hand pinched the Shaohai acupoint at the joint of the butcher's right forearm, directly making his arm numb - if he succeeded, how could he drive the rhythm again. Take a step to the left with your left foot, and with a hard drag of your left hand, you can lead the butcher, and the butcher's attack misses. The butcher reacted quickly, stepped on his feet continuously, turned his body, and while narrowing the distance between him and Lang Zhan, he grabbed Lang Zhan's left hand with his left hand. Lang Zhan's right fist swung out, and in turn slapped his head, he stretched out his left hand to block, Lang Zhan's right fist retracted to the waist ~ edge, first raised his elbow, raised the butcher's left small arm, and then swung his right wrist, the middle finger protruded, and knocked firmly on the meridian acupoint under the elbow joint of his left hand.

Through the outer acupoint, the Shaohai acupoint, and the Tianzong acupoint in the middle of the shoulder blade, there is also a common name in the Chinese martial arts world: Ma acupoint. The butcher only felt a numbness in his left hand, and then he couldn't use his strength, and he was shocked and roared: "Bastard! Regardless of it, he crashed into Lang Zhan, and his forehead hit Lang Zhan's face directly.

For ordinary people, if you are hit by a butcher, the bridge of your nose will definitely be broken, and it will be accompanied by side effects such as "dizziness".

But for Lang Zhan, this level of collision can make him feel pain at most, and then his nose is sore. "Look for death!" He scolded, grabbed ~ the butcher's left forearm with his right hand, slammed it forward, and pressed the Shaohai point of the butcher's left hand with his thumb, first bent his left foot at the knee, then bent his right foot at the knee, and then leaned his head back slightly, and then slammed it down.

The butcher's fighting style is actually very famous, called extreme martial arts. The so-called limit is the physical limit; The limits of perception are both. In layman's terms, it is desperate. With his left hand controlled by Lang Zhan, the butcher forcibly hit Lang Zhan with his head, and as a result, he pulled his right hand to the dislocation. This dislocation can cause ligaments and muscle strain, which can be accompanied by severe pain. However, the butcher was so painful that the green tendons on his forehead burst out, but his eyes became brighter, as if pain was not a burden for him, but could provide motivation.

It hurt so much that he subconsciously made a "ho-ho" sound in his mouth, but he first bent his right knee, then bent his left knee, and then followed his head and then hammered.

In Che Zhichen, it was in this extremely barbaric and primitive way that the butcher hammered to death more than ten prisoners of war.

But today, his retribution has come.

The top of the knee hit Lang Zhan's knee, although he couldn't take advantage of it, but everyone didn't have much room to charge, so the strength and pain were still within the tolerable range, the head door touched, and it was a continuous collision, the butcher could still scream in pain and excitement first, and after more than ten times, he was unconscious, and he was already passively suffering from Lang Zhan's head.

Lang Zhan was okay, his forehead was just a little red and swollen, and the butcher's skin was open, and blood flowed all over his face.

"Butcher?!" Lang Zhan grabbed the butcher's neck with his right hand~ and pulled him in front of him, staring at his already rolled eyes and said.

The butcher's eyes rolled, and he suddenly came to his senses, his eyes were still fierce, and the blood-stained earthworm-like scars wriggled, and he stiffened his neck and said, "I, I am a wolf, a wolf pack - kill me, the head wolf, the head wolf will not let you go." ”

Lang Zhan looked at him, and the more detailed information about him in his mind turned over one by one, the heavier the killing intent in his heart, and snorted coldly: "Your blood stinks!" With his right hand, he directly pinched his cervical vertebrae.

When there was a crisp "crunch" sound in the cervical spine, the butcher's hands finally regained strength, and he waved his hands to catch Lang Zhan, but when his fingers touched Lang Zhan's clothes, they hung down softly.

Lang Zhan let go of his right hand, letting the butcher collapse on the ground like a dead fish, and then turned his head to look at an off-road vehicle parked thirty-four meters away.

In the SUV, a white man in his thirties, dressed in a suit, put the camera away and started the car.