It was a shark pond that was artificially kept in captivity, and it was fed with raw meat every day, and occasionally, there were some people who suddenly disappeared from the world, and there was a breath left here before.

When Su Xian heard this, a cold coldness flashed in his eyes.

He looked in the direction where Chen Muli was, and said word by word, "You want my life!?" I need to know where she is now. ”

The katana man's voice was hoarse and dark, "It's simple, as long as you die, she will survive safely." ”

As soon as these words came out, a heavy object flew at the katana man, who quickly dodged sideways, and the iron rod smashed into the container behind him and smashed a large hole.

However, before he could turn his head, he was hit by a hard punch in the abdomen, and his whole body was knocked away, and after flying out for three or four meters, he fell to the ground in embarrassment, and the man struggled to get up, kneeling on the ground and holding a katana, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Su Xian approached him step by step, and his eyes were filled with a storm.

And at this time, the katana man gritted his teeth and roared, raised his katana and slashed at him, Su Xian quickly dodged, the katana was extremely fast and quite sharp, but the knife did not hurt him at all, and his speed was simply outrageous.

This time it was Su Xian's turn to attack, and his hand slashed at his tiger's mouth to make his wrist numb, and the katana suddenly fell off, Su Xian reached out and clasped his neck, without the slightest emotion in his eyes, and his voice was extremely cold: "Take me to see her, I want her to be fine!" ”

The man was shackled and gritted his teeth in anger, but for the time being, he could only do so first.

……

On the side of the dense container, after Rong Yun jumped off the plane, someone gave an order in the dark, and several people quickly came in his direction.

For those who come, it is a standard of death.

Rong Yun was holding a submachine gun, and was just about to walk out of the corner of a container, when suddenly a dense sound swept over, he quickly dodged back, and the bullets hit the container and fired.

And the opponent's firepower did not decrease, and gradually approached his side.

Rong Yunfeng's eyes flashed with a touch of fierceness.

In the next second, when the other party was shooting closer, a shadow suddenly popped out of the ground, shooting directly at him, and he was immediately shaken like chaff, and in the blink of an eye, a killer also came out on the opposite side of Rong Yun, and he held a submachine gun in one hand and fired at different angles.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them were eliminated.

Loaded, loaded, and done in one go.

He was getting closer and closer to Chen Muli's direction, and he saw Chen Muli in that container, hanging in mid-air, his fragile and messy figure was heartbreaking.

And just as he was about to walk out of here, suddenly a knife swung down from one side, Rong Yun quickly avoided it sideways, as if he had already formed a conditioned reflex, and the knife missed, and suddenly a person's figure flashed out of the night, black tights, one in his hand, and one on his back, and his skills were obviously no longer like the two people before.

And when Rong Yun looked at his dressing equipment, the information of this person suddenly appeared in his mind.

They had been in confrontation with the Governor for many years, and they also had some knowledge of their internal members, and among them, the Governor had four Japanese subordinates, collectively known as the Charm Spirit, each of whom was a first-class killer.

And it was one of them who had been sent to attack Rong Yu before.

But right now—

Rong Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, if he didn't guess wrong-