Tick-tick-tick… Tick-tick-tick…
The sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground echoed in the corridor.
If you listen carefully, you can find that there are two people walking in the passage. On the left is a white-haired old man in a black suit, with a temperament and posture like an elegant butler. On the right is a boy about fifteen or sixteen years old, with slightly drooping black hair and delicate features. He wears a pair of calf-length boots and a black vest on his upper body, which is low-key and noble.
The white cuffs of both men have a silver-colored print of a child with rotating eyes, which seems to represent the crest of an ancient family.
Walking along the passage, the boy seemed a little excited, and his fair and small face turned slightly red.
"Butler, those three guys made such a big fuss. Is this what the magazines call a gang fight? Gangs robbing gangs?"
He occasionally caught some uncommon words to express his views: "Was there a gunfight just now?"
The butler beside him nodded silently, and then said, "Master Youan, you are right. Judging from the scene where so many people fled in panic just now, there may have been a large-scale gun confrontation inside. In addition, there is a high probability that there are more than three people. There may be other gunmen from the same gang as these three people. Guess where this place is."
Youan thought for a moment: "Underground boxing ring? Or a casino?"
He paused for a moment, recalling the clothes of the guests who had escaped from the passage before: "It's not a casino, it's an underground boxing ring..."
The butler nodded, and then gave some guidance. Youan continued, "The boss of an underground boxing ring like this must have a lot of black power, and he probably has his own gun smuggling channels. He can't have heavy machine guns, and the probability of light machine guns is also very small. Most of them are pistols, and maybe submachine guns. There were quite a few black-clad men who went against the flow of people like us to the underground boxing ring. I saw more than ten of them, and the actual number may be two or three times. There are 20 to 30 gang members who may be holding pistols and submachine guns. I need to at least maintain the bone armor defense at the metal level to avoid sudden attacks..."
The butler nodded again: "That's right."
As they were talking, the two of them had already arrived at the last door of the underground boxing ring. Through the crack in the door, Youan could smell the strong smell of blood inside, which could not be covered at all. He and the butler looked at each other, and immediately stretched out his finger to point at the center of his eyebrows.
Under the clothes, on the surface of the skin, a layer of light bone armor was secreted from the pores like liquid and gradually solidified.
In a moment, Youan was put into the white armor.
The butler stood in front of him, with some black bone-like patterns on his face. The two wanted to be participants and watch the gang fight up close, so they would be attacked if they opened the door. In case of accidents, the butler would stand in front of the young master and take most of the bullets, and then encourage the young master to attack.
He brought Young Master Youan here this time, of course, not just to let him see the dark side of society, gang fights and murders, to exercise logical thinking and so on. The most important thing is **, let this place be the hotbed for Young Master Youan's first murder. Unlike ordinary people, how can they not be stained with blood when they are armed with sharp weapons? It's time to let Young Master Youan understand that they are different from ordinary people. Only flowers watered with blood can bloom brightly...
"Bang!"
The tightly closed door was knocked open, and the butler rushed in first. The black bone spurs pierced through the cloth, looking inexplicably hideous.
However, the expected hail of bullets did not occur.
The entire underground boxing arena was eerily quiet.
The butler glanced at the scene in front of him and paused.
Behind him, Youan also rushed over. He took a quick step, glared, and propped up the wall with his right hand. "Ugh!"
"Ugh..."
Stomach acid boiled over, and dinner was vomited out. He sniffed through his nostrils, which increased the frequency of nausea and vomiting.
"This... this doesn't look like a gunfight..."
The butler also frowned in disgust. Although he had killed many people, he had never seen such a bloody scene.
There were bullet holes and potholes everywhere. The neatly arranged wooden seats were in disarray. There were also some broken corridors that seemed to have been created by brute force. Everywhere you looked, in the main aisle, in the seats of the audience, in the circular space next to the ring, there were corpses one by one. There were about half a hundred of them, and they were all bloody and incomplete. You could often see hand and foot parts scattered everywhere, sticking to the ground limply.
The floor, walls, and corridors were all covered in blood. It was sticky and wet, and it felt extremely disgusting when I stepped on it with my leather shoes.
This place is like a horrific scene reflected from hell.
People with weak mental willpower would faint at the sight of it, and it was normal for someone like Master Youan to vomit uncontrollably.
After a minute, Youan gradually stopped. It wasn't because he was overcoming his nausea, but because he had vomited everything he could.
He gasped and turned his head. He saw a headless body kneeling on the ground not far away and couldn't help but retching twice.
"Butler...Butler, isn't this a gang fight?"
Youan vomited so much that tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
"Things are a little unexpected, Master..."
He frowned and led Youan to the main corridor of the center. Soon, the two saw more than a dozen white human skeletons and clumps of red meat stuck together. Youan dared not look at it, closed his eyes, and let the butler pull him.
But the smell of blood in his nose still made him feel nauseous.
The butler stretched out his hand solemnly and observed it carefully. He was shocked to find that the skeleton in front of him was not attached to a single piece of meat. The butcher had butchered the cow to the point of being very clean.
"How...how is this done?"
He found it a little hard to understand.
"Pah." Youan next to him suddenly exclaimed.
The butler turned around and saw two round eyeballs on the ground, one intact and the other crushed.
"Butler, let's go back. I don't want to be here anymore..."
Youan finally couldn't help it, and the trace of shame in his heart was defeated. He seemed to have a big psychological shadow now. How could a gang fight become a blood factory
Because the underground boxing scene revealed a signal of unknown danger, the butler nodded very simply. Then he wanted to take Youan back the same way, but there were footsteps coming quickly in the passage. The steps were chaotic, and the number of people was not small.
The next second, seven or eight strong men in black uniforms rushed out of the passage, holding pistols in their right hands and shooting at anyone they saw.
"Kill them both!
!” a leader shouted.
All of a sudden, smoke and sparks burst out from the barrel of the raised pistol, and the bullet passed through, shooting into the air.
The bullet hit Youan and the butler but was blocked by the bone armor.
A burst of golden sparks exploded.
"You misunderstood, this wasn't us!" Youan shouted while dodging, his explanation was extremely pale.
The gunman showed no intention of stopping the attack.
"Master, don't waste time talking to these mortals! Let's just kill them!" A fierce light flashed in the butler's eyes. He vaguely realized that the two of them seemed to have been accidentally drawn into a dangerous vortex. Leaving here first is the most important thing!
“Get lost!
!”
He roared, and six sharp bone claws instantly grew out of the backs of his hands. He rushed into the group of gunmen and waved them fiercely.
Some of the strong men had their wrists cut in half and were bleeding profusely, some had disfiguring scars on their faces, and some had bloodstains more than ten centimeters long on their chests. But they continued to rush forward as if nothing had happened, with no expression of pain on their faces.
They look just like numb and stiff puppets.
These gunmen threw their guns aside, put their hands on the torn wounds, and pulled out blood-red cold weapons. Studded gloves, axes, swords, spears...
After the extraction, the seemingly terrible wounds healed extremely quickly. The granulation tissue at the wound site squirmed disgustingly.
At the same time, a series of footsteps were heard from the back of the passage, as if the enemy's reinforcements were still approaching.
"Master, let's go over there!"
The butler jumped back and grabbed the confused Youan, and ran quickly towards another passage.
And these men in black followed closely behind.
There were also some corpses in the passage, but their deaths were clean and neat, not as bloody and cruel as those in the underground boxing ring.
The butler held Youan in one hand and turned into a black afterimage and ran quickly. To be honest, he regretted that he shouldn't have brought the young master out to see the world and hone his skills today. The world he saw today was too big, so big that even he had never seen it before!
So, why would three seemingly stupid gangsters get involved in such a dangerous and extraordinary incident? !
Isn't that a bit too unprofessional
If you are a gangster, you should just shoot and kill people honestly. Why do you want to get involved in the dangerous vortex of such extraordinary events? Do you think your life is too good? You even accidentally involved yourself and the young master...
The butler swore that if he could see those three stupid groundhogs, he would kick their butts with Master Euan's leather shoes. Oh, what a terrible situation.
After several turns in the passage, the butler was a little lost. There were several forks in the road and he didn't know where they led to.
He picked one at random and rushed towards it.
It was very fast and passed through the underground passage in a flash.
There were many crystal chandeliers hanging in the hall, and the bright light made the butler squint his eyes slightly as he looked over.
Then I saw three stupid groundhogs in a sea of blood and corpses, with their teeth gnashing and blood sucking, and the scene was a scene of killing people like flies.
The white-haired ones wielded whips, hanging people in midair and ripping off their heads. The blond ones used their fingers like guns, easily piercing their opponents' eyebrows and hearts. The black-haired ones were the most brutal.
It was like a human-shaped meat-carving knife. Flesh and bones were cut in two wherever the bloody figure passed. Killing people was like a work of art.
There is a unique and enchanting beauty that is hard to describe.
When they looked at their opponents again, they were the same weirdos they had fought with before. Now they were being slaughtered like pigs, as if the fish on the eucalyptus board had no resistance at all.
very good.
As they fled, they arrived at the most dangerous center of the vortex.
The butler slapped himself in the face.
He immediately wanted to take the young master back the same way, but there was another series of footsteps in the passage, and it was the same gunmen from before. And there were many more people than before.
There were two or three others wearing black robes, exuding a mysterious aura, and they were obviously the leaders of the group.
A sense of danger flashed through the butler's heart, and he quickly dodged to the side, not getting caught between the two groups of people.
As expected.
The gunmen who rushed out of the passage were attracted by the three people who were killing people in the middle of the casino, and only a few of them came towards them.
Bang!
A gunman was blown away by the huge force, spinning rapidly in the air, and the blood spurting out of his mouth turned into a red mist.
The leader in black robes reached out to catch it, then looked down and found that the gunman was dead, with all his body functions and vitality gone.
He snorted coldly and threw it away.
Then he stepped on the ground and rushed forward with a whoosh.
The target is Kaxiu, who is closest.
A black shadow came in an instant with the wind and waves, and a white and slender hand stretched out from the cloak and slapped Kasu's vest hard.
This time he actually used some kind of explosive technique. His palm instantly accelerated in the air, squeezing the airflow and smashing it down hard.
Kaxiu was naturally aware of this, and he used his left hand to slap an enemy away with brute force, then extended his right arm and threw a reverse elbow, hitting the enemy's palm fiercely.
The black-robed man stumbled back after the collision, and Kaxiu's hasty elbow in response was slightly paused. He narrowed his eyes and looked over, his sight mainly sweeping over the black-robed men.
"After killing so many young members of the Blood Spirit Society, is the complete form of the Dead Blood finally here?" He supported the platform with both hands and flew over like a cannonball, facing the gunman's hail of bullets.
The two Blood Spirit gunmen in the front were unlucky enough to be kicked in two, while the rest quickly dispersed and surrounded the enemy.
As if they realized that guns were useless against Kasu, they tore wounds on their bodies and took out weapons from the blood.
But Kaxiu didn't pay much attention to the reactions of the Blood Spirit Society gunmen, and most of his attention was focused on the black-robed man. He spread his hands and suddenly appeared beside the black-robed man who had collided with him at the beginning, as if teleporting.
With a swing of his right arm, the claw-shaped blade tore through the air at will.
Unexpectedly, the man in black robe was quite agile and forced himself to use some familiar footwork techniques to avoid the frontal claw.
The sharp claws shone and tore the black hood apart.
A head of tea-green hair fluttered in disorder, exposed under the bright yellow light. Then, a beautiful face with fair complexion straightened up again, and her narrow and charming eyes were sharp.
There is a prominent Adam's apple on the slender neck.
Kaxiu suddenly froze in place, taking the painless blows from the two Blood Spirit Society members next to him. He stared at the face deeply, and the memory that had been buried in his mind seemed to resurface, the figure with tea-green hair.
The two faces in my sight and memory quickly overlapped.
"Third Brother, Gordon Lanci..."