At 10 o'clock in the evening, in the underground bar called "Fate", the deafening music made the old buildings on the upper floor tremble.
In front of the bar, there are some drunks who are sobering up, and there are dogs and men who can't wait to have a shot. When they saw Shen Ming and Wan'er walking by, they couldn't help taking another look, because Shen Ming was wearing a shirt, and the gun pouch hanging on his body and the spare ammunition around his waist were all exposed.
Wan'er was even more ferocious, not to mention she was wearing a blade, and there was a Nepalese machete hanging next to each of her thighs. At first glance, she was not a good man or a faithful woman, and everyone couldn't help but blink to both sides in fright.
Shen Ming came to the aluminum door and knocked. There was a small window on the iron door.
"Кто? (Who)" asked the guard with fierce eyes in Russian.
"Убогатогочертдетейкачает (money can turn ghosts around)." Shen Ming also replied in Russian, and handed three hundred-dollar bills in through the window.
"Дурак! меньшесмотретьсериалы (idiot! Watch less TV dramas). The doorman has morals too. You can save the money to buy a coffin! (Voice-over from a hard-working proofreader: How do you translate the word morality? The concubine can't do it!)" the doorman spit Taking a mouthful of thick phlegm into the banknotes, he threw the money out of the small window, and closed the window with a click.
"Let me do it, your method won't work anymore." Wan'er sighed and pushed Shen Ming aside, stood at the door, and knocked on the door again.
The impatient doorman opened the window, and the other hand had already taken a pistol, "Тыменязаебалнахуй, хочешьумереть (You fucking annoy me, do you want to die)?"
I saw Wan'er pull out an alloy Nepalese scimitar near her thigh, the red veins on her arm bulged, the mechanical steel heart started, and she picked up the blade with a swish, and nailed it through the aluminum-wrapped door in front of her. , just past the crotch of the doorman inside, and the curved blade was tightly attached to his groin, making his whole body stuck to the door and unable to move.
"A moral guard, now you have only two choices, either you lift your hand on the door lock, or my hand lifts the edge of the knife, which one do you prefer? (Sure enough, the number of words is not easy to make up, translate It's really strenuous, don't mess around and let's just watch it)" Don't look at Wan'er is petite and exquisite, but she is more vicious than Shen Ming when she threatens people.
The doorman didn't even think about it, and quickly opened the door, the arrogance from just now was gone.
"I'm looking for three Russian kidnappers. They are very skilled. Have you seen them?" Shen Ming asked the guard against the wall coldly.
"I don't know, I'm new here, and there are only Russian guests here." The doorman said sincerely, raising his hands.
"Looks like I'm the only one who found it, thank you." Shen Ming stretched out his hand and pinched the guard's neck, and the tall guard immediately fainted and fell to the ground. Wan'er closed the door with her backhand, and the handle of the door lock was directly broken. If there is a fire now, no one can escape.
"By the way, they don't look like kidnappers, so how can we find them?" Wan'er wondered.
"They are characterized by their tallness, and the way they shoot. They don't look like humans at all. They are a little bit hypnotized, or they feel like they have taken too much drugs. I think, with our talents, it is still easy to recognize them." Shen Ming turned around and took Wan'er along the aisle to the inside of the bar.
Just after lifting the curtain made of crystal beads, Wan'er and Shen Ming only saw that in the huge bar, both men and women were wearing a set of gray robes, and they were all holding half-arm-length machetes in their hands. Even though the DJ's dance music was deafening, their eyes were staring blankly at the two people who came in.
The hands of these people, men and women, were not wine, and the bright red liquid in the glasses exuded a pungent bloody smell.
"What kind of theme party is this? Could it be that today is "Vampire Night"?" Shen Ming unholstered his gun and took out the python revolver in his hand.
"Hey, didn't you say that there are only 3 kidnappers? They don't look like good people here..." Wan'er held two Nepalese scimitars in her hand, spinning freely in a circle to warm up.
"It seems that we have found the right place." When Shen Ming sighed, more than 50 people in a bar, whether they were bartenders or DJs, all dropped glaring machetes from the cuffs of their robes, each with a half arm length.
"Everyone, I'm here to find someone, not to kill people. You have kidnapped my friend. If you hand it over, we will leave immediately." Shen Ming warned in Russian coldly, threatening more than 50 people alone...
"They don't seem to understand human language." Wan'er watched the DJ jump off the stage, and the bartender turned out from behind the bar. Everyone put down the blood drink in their hands and gathered towards the two of them. In comparison, the doorman who opened the door honestly just now is really cute.
"You are making the wrong choice. You are not our opponents at all. Don't move where you are, or I will shoot you." Shen Ming felt more and more like a policeman.
Suddenly, a woman on the right suddenly jumped up. It was hard to imagine that she could be like a grasshopper wearing 14cm high heels, and slashed at Shen Ming with a jump of two meters.
As soon as he raised his hand, he shot, and the python's large-caliber bullet knocked the woman from the sky to the ground. The whole right shoulder was bloody and bloody, and the broken bones flew out.
Let alone a human being, even if the tiger got shot like this, it should turn into a meow. Shen Ming just wanted to use this shot to threaten again, but the woman didn't even yell, and supported her body with her right hand and stood up again. When he got up, the left shoulder that was still bleeding was completely ignored.
"What's wrong with this guy? Is he cheating or has he turned into a zombie?" Wan'er was also stunned.
"Painless?" When Shen Ming spoke, the woman changed her hand with a knife and swung it up again. At the moment of agreement, all the guests in the audience rushed up with machetes in their hands. The scene was like Shen Ming in "Dynasty Warriors Zombie Edition" He Wan'er fights more with less, and agrees not to kill anyone, but subduing them is even more wasted energy. These monster-like opponents, no matter whether they were shot in the shoulder or in the abdomen, didn't even have time to slow down. They stood up like Brother Xinchun or smeared with Indian oil, and waved a machete. .
Wan'er even saw a guy who had been disembowelled by her, and continued to attack while leaking his guts downward.
They didn't cooperate, and they didn't have any rules to speak of. Their slashing and killing depended entirely on instinct. Most of the time, the blades that were dodged directly slashed on the companions, but these guys didn't hurt or itch, and continued to attack.
After a while, Shen Ming and Wan'er were covered in blood, but none of them belonged to them. Shen Ming's revolver combined with physical skills kicked out all the butchers who were besieged, and kept the room for movement.
Wan'er originally cut off her arms and legs, but these guys can still crawl and attack when they are down on the ground. God knows if they will be infected with some strange virus after being bitten
Impatient Wan'er pulled out the flying knives on her body, and her arms wrapped in bright red veins turned into pile drivers, nailing one after another of the flying knives through their bones, hitting the assailant like bacon on the floor or on the wall.
These guys wanted to break free but couldn't move. They could only reach out to dig the handle of the knife that was stuck in their body. Their fingers were dug into the flesh, and the blood continued to flow like a column.
"Are these guys still human? It's so annoying! Can't you chop off your head?" Wan'er kicked all four front teeth of the guy in front of him with a roundabout kick. The guy turned 720 degrees in the air, He smashed a wine table and fell to the ground.
"It doesn't feel like anesthesia, or hypnotism, but it still can't kill people." Shen Ming insisted on this point.
"Your sister! Pay me for my Chanel dress!" Wan'er regretted following, and finally chose a beautiful dress. It was already stained with blood in less than 3 minutes, and it must have been washed out. , holding the two knives backwards in his angry hands, and turned 360 degrees with one move, knocking the four people who rushed up to the ground.
And when the fighting in the bar was in full swing, in a European-style restaurant somewhere, there were 12 men and women sitting in front of a long dining table, and the chief was the peacock wearing gold-rimmed glasses. As for the general staff, he stood in front of a huge electronic screen and acted as a commentator.
What was shown on the screen was nothing but the scene of Wan'er and Shen Ming fighting against the group of demons. The 12 people in front of them were also well-informed. They were not at all moved by the scene of severed limbs and blood flying everywhere. I am eating supper.
"Everyone, as you can see, the hunting target this time is Shen Ming, a Nirvana who has been in the Nirvana period for 10 years. He is good at long-range sniping and crisis management. His shooting talent has been strengthened to the greatest extent. You have also seen that he can complete 6 consecutive shots of the revolver in 1 second without losing accuracy. This is no longer something that humans can do. Of course, he most The most powerful one is the reverse scale added to him by my good friend, the insect master, which is his right hand. Once, the peacock had already abolished that arm, which cannot be repaired by modern medicine, but now it has become It is more flexible than before, and the output of the unit exceeds the limit of human beings. Once scaled back, its strength is no less than that of the peacock's black unicorn."
"Is this the guy who killed our old man?" In front of the dining table, a red-haired beauty used the same red mechanical arm to eat the steak, "It looks very weak, and it doesn't look like the old man's opponent at all. "
"Fenghuang, are you doubting me, or the speech of the General Staff?" Peacock asked calmly.
"Hey, it's agreed that this is the Prey Appraisal Society, and everyone has the right to speak freely. Why, do you really think you are the president?" Another handsome blond man with long hair rested his chin on one hand and said with a chuckle .
"Canary, put away your hostility. If the peacock hadn't presided over the overall situation in time, would we have a chance to sit and chat together now?" A bald monk wearing a huge Buddhist beads and a Japanese cassock asked seriously.
"Kunpeng, are you Peacock's dog? Speaking for him like this, you must know that the person who covets the position of president the most is this guy who has always pretended to be a good person." Canary said mercilessly.
"Everyone, be safe and don't be impatient. Don't forget our agreement. Anyone who wants to be the president is right, and anyone who doubts is fine. But the one who can become the president in the end must be the one who killed that kid.
The 12 of us present here are the only remaining high-ranking killers in Ying Luo who are capable of competing for the position of chairman, and other colleagues also support us to run for the position of chairman.
I have fought against Shen Ming, so I naturally have the advantage in battle. Peacock smiled softly, "So I specially asked the General Staff to help you prepare such a 'prey appraisal meeting', so that everyone's information is fair, so that in the next hunt, everyone stand on the same starting line. "
"Don't say that you are like a saint. Who doesn't know that kid stole your bride. To put it bluntly, you just want to use our hands to avenge your shame." Fenghuang looked lazily at the TV screen, "No Are you saying that this kid's Nilin is very bad? These miscellaneous fish can't be forced out, what should I do?"
"Don't worry, the tasting meeting I arranged is not that simple." Tomie Ito put his hands behind his back and said with a chuckle.