Chapter 111 Destroying the Skeleton Gang
Boom.
As the thunderclouds from the west coast drifted over the casino city, bursts of thunder suddenly flashed in the silent night sky.
The rain is about to pour.
Under night, Cheng Long broke into an abandoned building occupied by the Skeleton Gang like a ghost.
There was no one guarding the door, and a large remodeled iron gate separated the inside and outside.
However, there were many people wandering around with guns inside. Under the sweep of Cheng Long's majestic spiritual consciousness, no one had anywhere to hide. There were twenty people on the first floor alone.
There are 12 people on the second floor.
The third floor was the largest, with seventy or eighty people gathered.
But more than half of them were imprisoned young women, all of them half-clothed and covered in bruises. Many of them were being violated, with helpless tears flowing from the corners of their eyes.
They are like pieces of wood, at the mercy of others, and like mindless puppets.
Cheng Long sensed this scene with his spiritual sense and felt a burst of anger. Although many of the young women detained on the third floor were smugglers from Central and South America, this was not a reason for them to be abused.
"These beasts!"
Cheng Long could no longer suppress the growing anger in his heart, his eyes flashed with red light, and black aura continued to escape from his body.
The whole person looked like an angry demon.
He suddenly dropped the two guns in his hands and rushed towards the two patrol officers who blended into the darkness at an extremely fast speed, with a ferocious sneer on his lips.
"You all deserve to die!"
Cheng Long suddenly stretched out his hands and pinched their necks.
Click!
As terrifying force surged out from the fingertips, the throats and neck bones of the two black men lifted into the air were shattered on the spot.
A person who is simply strangled will not actually die on the spot, and can even be rescued after dying. However, if someone crushes the throat and breaks the neck bone, even if he is pushed to the emergency room in the next second, he will not be able to survive. The chance of being rescued is basically zero.
What Cheng Long did was to make these people die in pain.
So he threw away the gun, and he was like an invisible ghost, constantly wandering and flickering in every corner of the first floor...
"Who?"
"Come out!"
"Fake!"
As groups of patrol officers fell to the ground, someone finally noticed something unusual.
Unfortunately they found out too late.
call!
A strong gust of wind came from behind. Cheng Long, who was exuding evil energy, grabbed the right arm of the person in front of him and pulled hard.
Click!
A lot of blood spurted out.
The man's entire arm was torn off alive by Cheng Long.
Cheng Long, who was vaguely in a murderous mood, saw the blood spurting out, and he suddenly stirred up. He subconsciously took out the blood-thirsty beads and sucked this person and another person beside him alive.
After returning to the familiar style of painting.
The red light in Cheng Long's eyes disappeared. He was no longer in a hurry to kill people, but turned into a cleaner and sucked the people he had just killed one by one.
"Emotions, emotions, you must control your emotions!"
In the process of sucking blood, Cheng Long recalled the atrocities he had just committed, and suddenly realized that he had to maintain a peaceful attitude when killing people. It was not good to be too outrageous. It was easy to fall into the sin of killing without realizing it.
Before that.
He had never committed the atrocity of tearing off a criminal's arm!
Fortunately, the obsession with not wasting blood and essence was deep enough to cover up the murderous intention that had just arisen. Otherwise, if it continued, at least until all the members of the Skeleton Gang were killed, they would be able to get out of this bloodthirsty and brutal state of madness.
And he was also afraid that he would enjoy this unrestrained, freewheeling violence.
So, when he returned to the two black men who were killed first, he silently picked up the two guns on the ground.
Many times, Cheng Long didn't want to restrict himself like this.
But the many movies and TV shows he watched before time travel told him that wanton indulgence can only make you happy in the early stage. If you commit sin later, any big boss who appears will be very happy to shoot him to death.
The merits delivered to your door are not earned in vain.
His fear and restraint are essentially selfish. Only by making himself full of merit can he live to a time when he can truly be unscrupulous and unrestrained...
Bang!
The next second after sucking the two niggas dry, a gunshot suddenly sounded from behind.
Cheng Long turned sideways to the right at an extremely fast speed, narrowly avoiding bullets, and then raised his arms to spin around, shooting blindly towards the stairs.
Bang!
The bullet accurately shot into one person's forehead.
Da da da...
After hearing the news, the Skeleton Gang members came with a submachine gun and fired wildly in the direction of Cheng Long.
But their target has long since disappeared.
The dark hall flickered with bursts of light due to the continuous gunfire.
Someone took advantage of the dim light and found that there was nothing in front of them, but when they were about to speak, two bullets went straight into the back of their heads, and they were shot on the spot.
The other three people also followed suit.
At this point, Cheng Long had killed more than 20 people. Of the 12 people on the second floor, only six were left holding submachine guns, trolls, Chicago typewriters and other hot weapons, nervously guarding the entrance to the second floor.
Cheng Long used the blood-thirsty beads to drain the five people he had just killed, and walked up the steps slowly. When the distance was half way, he suddenly took out a grenade from his arms, pulled out the safety bolt, and gently moved up the stairs. throw.
"Boom!"
The grenade landed on the second floor platform with perfect accuracy.
In an instant, broken limbs and pieces of meat were flying everywhere. Five of the six gang members were killed in an instant, and only one was left dying.
In order to win the battle quickly, Cheng Long threw out the grenade and then the blood-thirsty beads. The blood flowing on the ground and the blood in the severed limbs were sucked up in an instant.
...Fourth floor.
When Qiao John, the leader of the Skeleton Gang, heard the movement downstairs, a touch of fear finally appeared on Gu Jing Wubo's face.
"Fake! Why did he even use grenades? Mike is trying to kill them all!"
Although John Qiao was well prepared, he never expected that the attack would come so violently, and that the people who helped the consortium were confident and even more arrogant than criminal gangs like them.
"Phillips, go and push over my treasured Gatling."
"Damn it, it's not that easy if you want me to die!"
John Qiao roared angrily.
His furious look made a 20-year-old girl next to him tremble.
This girl was also one of the kidnapped tourists downstairs. Because she was beautiful enough, she was the only one favored by John Qiao. The rest of the gang could see but not touch her.
It's both her luck and her misfortune.
John Qiao, who can gather a group of illegal gangs and engage in various criminal activities, is naturally not a good person who cherishes beauty.
The women who were directly killed by him were not only in their twenties, but also seventeen or eighteen.
The torture the girl suffered in the past few days has been her lifelong nightmare.
"BOSS, the screams downstairs are getting louder and louder, I'm worried..." Phillips pushed Gatlin back to the office door, put the gun in position, and looked back at John Qiao timidly.
"It's just a few people who died, there's nothing to be afraid of."
John Qiao snorted coldly, suddenly stretched out his hand, pulled the girl next to him into his arms, and tore her clothes apart with a stab, intending to vent his anger before Mike's men came to kill him.
Who would have thought that the frightened screams and gunshots on the third floor would suddenly disappear at this moment.
The next moment, Phillips, who was blocking the door, saw a very handsome Chinese man wearing a shirt and trousers, holding two guns and walking upstairs with a grim expression.
"Alone?"
Qiao John glanced over and saw that there was only one person coming, and he couldn't help but frowned.
He deployed more than seventy people on the first, second, and third floors.
Even if there are only seventy pigs, it takes a lot of effort to kill them. Is this something that one person can do?
Or is it that there are still large troops downstairs that have not come up?
"Kill him!"
John Qiao looked ferocious and his eyes were filled with fierceness.
Phillips pressed the trigger without hesitation, and the bullets fired continuously were like meteors, shooting straight towards the entrance.
"Boom boom boom..."
The flaming bullets are flying across the sky, and anything that blocks their flight path will be smashed to pieces.
With Cheng Long's current physical defense capabilities, he naturally couldn't resist.
As early as the second before Phillips pressed the trigger, he ran the technique without hesitation, increased his speed to the extreme, and his whole body turned into a black stream of light and suddenly appeared in front of Qiao John.
At this time, Gatlin was running at high speed, just to his right. From a few dozen centimeters away, he could feel the red heat wave emanating from the barrel.
This gun is great, but it doesn't last long enough.
By the time Phillips reacted and tried to pick up Gatlin and blast Cheng Long to pieces, the black muzzle of the gun was already aimed at his head.
"Bang!"
A clean and decisive shot blew off half of Phillips' head.
The firearms provided by Emily are quite powerful.
"Who are you?"
Facing the elusive Cheng Long, John Qiao subconsciously pulled the naked young woman in front of him to act as a human shield.
"Demon Hunter."
These are the four words the young woman heard before she fell into coma.
But she couldn't understand a single word. It was only later that she watched a lot of Chinese, Japanese and other East Asian movies with an obsession in her heart. Only then did she hear words such as devil and hunter from the Chinese characters, and then learned about the man who saved her from the sea of misery. From the east.
He is a Chinese who specializes in killing demons!
……
Look back to three minutes ago.
After the female bodyguard Emily discovered that Cheng Long had mysteriously disappeared, she hurriedly closed the car door, turned around and ran to the Skeleton Gang's station.
She ran at full speed faster than a man. In less than fifty seconds, she came from a four- to five-hundred-meter block to an abandoned building. After that, she climbed over the wall with ease.
But when she walked into the first floor, she found two dark mummies lying on the ground. She was so frightened that she froze on the spot, her eyes full of fear.
Emily was attracted by Mike and spent a lot of money to recruit her, naturally because of her excellent military and psychological qualities. If there were broken limbs and remains on the ground, she would definitely rush to the scene as soon as possible to assist Cheng Long in cleaning up the Skeleton Gang. Offal.
But...
Facing the mummies all over the ground, even an elite female student like Emily couldn't bear it.
"Emily..." Just when Emily was stunned, Cheng Long, who had taken care of everyone in the Skeleton Gang, quietly came to her side: "You came just in time. There are more than thirty female tourists who were arrested upstairs. I will find someone to take them back.”
"Mr. Cheng, these things on the ground..."
Before Emily could finish speaking, her spirit suddenly fell into a trance.
After a few seconds.
Emily looked up at Cheng Long and said respectfully: "Master, I will notify the police and ask them to send the girl in the building away, but what should I do with the mummy on the ground?"
"Help with packing."
Cheng Long took out a roll of large garbage bags.
"Yes, Master."
Emily nodded and packed it up meticulously.
Cheng Long became more and more comfortable with puppetry.
(End of chapter)