Motorcycles rushed out of the container. The knights were dressed in fancy dresses, and they were all black thugs. They each held weapons and screamed and rushed towards Zhang Feng. Uncountable how many motorcycles there were. A large piece of pressure.
At first glance, there is no tactics, but Zhang Feng took a closer look. These people didn't rush directly, but first gathered together to form a small team, and then rushed to him in batches.
"Huh, little bugs!"
Zhang Feng didn't care, he switched to holding the fierce sword with both hands, holding the long sword horizontally, with a wide range of attacks.
The posture was very handsome and cool, but it did not scare countless enemies. The first motorcycle team rushed over, with more than ten vehicles.
They made a weird scream with a ferocious aura.
At this time, the thugs in the back seat of each car took out the wine bottle from his body, then lit the cork with a lighter, each holding a Molotov cocktail and holding it high in the air.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Feng narrowed his eyes and cursed secretly: "Insidious!"
Things have already been understood. The so-called ambush is to use the dock to unload the cargo as a cover, place the container with the motorcyclist on the dock, and wait for Zhang Feng to rush out on a motorcycle and attack with a Molotov cocktail.
"Burn him to death!"
On the first motorcycle that rushed over, the rider yelled in English, and the rider on the back screamed a few times and threw a Molotov cocktail at Zhang Feng.
Immediately afterwards, the riders in the cars behind also threw the bottle at Zhang Feng.
For a time, seven or eight Molotov cocktails flew towards Zhang Feng...
"bored!"
Not only was Zhang Feng not afraid, he also curled his lips, leaped up into the air, and displayed the Ye Feng Juying Body Art, his body shape erratic like a ghost.
The long knife sticks out, and with skillful energy, it is like an extended arm, with the tip of the knife like a finger.
With a light pick, a Molotov cocktail flew back upside down, and another Molotov cocktail flew away in the other direction.
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Feng made ten knives in a row, all of which were small and exquisite, and easily flew the batch of Molotov cocktails in the same direction.
And this direction is the direction where the motorcycle team left...
"Ah... The Molotov cocktail is flying back!"
"Fak, avoid it!"
"No... No, I want to jump off the car!"
An exclamation sounded, twenty on the motorcycle
Individuals, from the rider to the members in the back seat, were all frightened by the flying Molotov cocktail, and immediately someone jumped off the car, and the rider tried to bend and tried to change direction and escape.
However, the Molotov cocktail flew past faster, and flew back faster, just like a cannonball, and it was in front of your eyes in the blink of an eye.
Bang bang bang...
There was a burst of explosion, and orange-red fireballs rose up, and the ignited gasoline was scattered with the explosion. Every member of the motorcycle team was splashed on the body by more or less gasoline.
In the worst motorcycle, the Molotov cocktail was directly smashed on the front of the car, and the fireball directly engulfed the two members.
Ten Molotov cocktails formed a sea of flames, all ten motorcycles fell to the ground, and all twenty people were screaming and struggling, struggling to slap the gasoline on their bodies, but where is the ignited gasoline so easy to put out
They began to roll on the ground, and they were quickly ignited by gasoline and turned into flaming people.
Someone took off his clothes, but the gasoline burned on the skin...
The horror scene was accompanied by screams, and the second motorcycle team that tried to rush over and throw Molotov cocktails simply stopped, looking from a distance, each with a dull face.
On the sea freighter, a group of bosses were also stunned by this scene, and they didn't slow down for a long time.
There seemed to be the smell of barbecue in his nose, Nan Liu almost vomited it out on the spot, slapped his chest hard, banging loudly.
Klaus glanced back at him, the corners of his mouth squirmed, without a word, he was also very uncomfortable, but he was more ruthless, not only ruthless to the enemy, but also ruthless to his own people.
"Keep on attacking. One team can't do it. Just send a few more together. I don't believe that Zhang Feng can knock all the Molotov cocktails back. As long as one explodes next to him, he will be over!" Klaus yelled.
This is correct. As long as a Molotov cocktail hits Zhang Feng, he must find a way to put out the fire. Under the pain of the burning fire, the desire to survive will instinctively make him respond.
Then, he has no possibility of counterattack, and more Molotov cocktails will fly over, causing him to be caught in flames and burned alive.
The Grand Master was ignited by gasoline, and there was no possibility of survival.
"give an order!"
Seeing no response, Klaus roared.
The other bosses were so frightened by the roar that they were hysterical.
Shouted at the phone.
Finally, there was movement in the motorcycle convoy surrounding Zhang Feng, and teams of ten began to set off and ran towards Zhang Feng.
When they reached a place more than ten meters away from Zhang Feng, they would steer the motorcycle to steer and let the members in the back seat throw out the burning Molotov cocktail.
The two convoys walked from both sides, and twenty Molotov cocktails flew to Zhang Feng indiscriminately.
For a time, the Molotov cocktail was like raindrops...
Zhang Feng's face sank, and after a glance, he found that there were more motorcycles rushing over behind him, and he immediately understood that the other party wanted to kill himself with the crowd tactics.
"Will you not move when I stand here?"
With a sneer, Zhang Feng threw himself out and went straight to the motorcycle convoy on the left.
That's right, this time he didn't intend to stay where he was. He was attacked by others like Silly, and he wanted to fight back!
The first motorcycle rider obviously didn't expect Zhang Feng to rush over, and he didn't react coldly. The cold light passed by, and the headless rider was born.
The members in the back seat were not much better either. They also lost their heads. With one shoulder and one arm on their backs, the two headless horsemen rushed forward without slowing down at all, let alone falling.
The motorcyclists behind did not expect Zhang Feng to counterattack, and hurriedly adjusted the direction, but they did not realize that Zhang Feng was holding a fierce sword with an attack radius of up to two meters.
With one swing of the knife, two more headless horsemen were added.
Swing the knife again, two more.
In the shadow of the sword, a motorcycle squad was completely reimbursed, and twenty headless horsemen continued to move in one direction against the backdrop of the rising fireball. The scene was extremely spectacular.
"If I were to shoot the movie The Headless Horseman, I would get a knights to charge. That scene must be very shocking!" Zhang Feng held his left hand behind him, and his right hand held a knife on the ground, giving him a chic image.
The hundreds of motorcyclists on the encirclement were all stupidly in place. Everyone looked frightened. Except for the roar of the engine of the motorcycle, there was also the sound of fierce flame burning, and there was no other sound.
The headless knights created by Zhang Feng charged and shocked everyone.
The seven bosses on the deck of the cargo ship were also completely stunned by this scene. Klaus couldn't recover from this shocking scene...
(End of this chapter)