"Is he... a human?"
The bosses on the cargo ship were all stunned by the scenes on the dock. Zhang Feng's murderous killing severely hit their worldview. They never thought that one person could be sieged by hundreds of people. Many people.
They are not ordinary people, they are all thugs of rank 7 and above. Everyone has human lives in their hands. Each is fierce and cruel. In the eyes of ordinary people, they are demons.
But it happened to be such a group of people who threw a Molotov cocktail and was beaten back by Zhang Feng, and then they were repeatedly rushed to kill by Zhang Feng.
"He is a demon, no, he is a devil!"
Nanliu was the first to slow down, knowing that saying this would once again hurt the morale of the bosses, he said this Pianpian in a tone of horror.
When the other bosses heard it, their expressions became very ugly, and some people even took on a look of horror.
For example, Marshal Li Carr and Heihu, the two men's faces clearly showed cowardice.
"What's the matter with the devil, even if it is the devil, I have to slaughter the devil!"
Klaus scolded in a hysterical tone, and regardless of other bosses' surprised eyes, he took out his mobile phone and dialed one of his men's phones.
"With the last resort, the people who died in the battle will be compensated with fifty thousand dollars each!" He shouted into the phone.
A response came from the phone, and he hung up.
"The last resort... what is it?" Nan Liu asked.
He is very concerned about whether he can survive, and whether he can keep his last few million dollars in deposits.
"Hehe...hehe..." Klaus stared at the dock, with a sinister smile, "you'll know soon."
Nan Liu said no more, and turned to look at the dock.
On the dock, Zhang Feng is still surrounded by hundreds of people. The diameter of the encircling circle is more than 20 meters. Such a wide encirclement shows that these thugs dare not approach Zhang Feng at all. At this time, it is because of the large number of people and mutual courage. .
"Do you want to continue?"
Zhang Feng sneered, the blood stained on his face made his aura even more fierce.
The white tunic on his body had been infested by blood at this time and turned red, standing there holding a long knife, as if it were evil.
"..." There was no response, the audience was quiet, and could not hear the breathing. A word of Zhang Feng scared these people into the air.
Dare to come out.
"It seems that killing is not enough!"
Zhang Feng grinned, found a direction casually, and rushed over.
At his speed, a distance of more than ten meters, in the blink of an eye, the cold light passed, and the Fierce Sword once again showed its power!
The seventh-rank martial artist had no room to resist in front of the great master. In an instant, several people were cut to the ground with incomplete bodies.
The other people around screamed and all ran away...
They have been shocked by Zhang Feng's fierceness.
The encircling circle was torn apart. If Zhang Feng wanted to break through the encirclement, he would just run lightly to ensure that no one would dare to chase him, but he turned around and slammed into the crowded place.
Blood soared, screaming again and again, and even those who were frightened, knelt in front of Zhang Feng and begged for mercy, and ended up being severed by Zhang Feng with a different head.
"Boom... boom..."
At this time, the roar of the engine attracted Zhang Feng's attention. He gave up chasing and turned to look into the depths of the harbor. The sound came from that direction.
Looking at it, Zhang Feng couldn't help but exclaimed: "I'm going?"
I saw four oil tank trucks rushing, and on the front of each car, on the oil tank, there were a few people squatting. The vehicles rushed to the dock like a mad cow, and the people on the roof raised their hands high. Yelled out of the weapon.
Well, quite a bit of the courage of a doomsday team.
"It's actually a spray, it seems that this is your last blow!" Zhang Feng sneered, dismissing the tank truck or something at all.
Jumped and rushed to the crowd again.
That's right, he just intends to keep close combat with the thugs, making the tanker impossible to play.
The enemy is fierce, so he won't crash the tanker into his own people, right
The killing continued, Zhang Feng's speed was as fast as lightning, and the fierce sword in his hand was even more brutal. It once again brought a bloody storm. When the tanker rushed over, there were more than 20 dead bodies left on the ground of the dock.
The team of hundreds of thugs was reduced by more than one-fifth, and all died, without serious injuries.
"Kill, kill him, you can't let him kill anymore!"
On the top of the cab of the first oil tanker, a sturdy man squatted halfway. After shouting on the walkie-talkie, he pointed at Zhang Feng with the spray in his hand and pulled the trigger directly.
"Papa Papa..." A crisp resounding sounded through the harbor.
Zhang Feng didn't expect it
Fang really dared to use the spray. The moment he heard the gunshots, he rolled on the spot, and several whizzing sounds rang in his ears.
Cold sweat oozes, secretly fluke.
Seeing that he missed Zhang Feng, the man on the roof shouted at the walkie-talkie again: "Don't worry about it, get on together and kill him!"
Accompanied by the voice, the people on the roofs of the three oil tankers aimed at Zhang Feng with sprays and pulled the trigger...
For a time, the bomb fell like rain.
Zhang Feng was ready to perform the Ye Feng Juying Body Art with all his strength, not to mention the fast speed, under the blessing of the great master's innocence, his figure was like a ghost, flashing, flashing into the crowd.
"Fuck, missed!"
"Is he a human, why is he so fast?"
"Oh my God, he hid in the crowd, do we still want to fight?"
The gunmen on the roof of the car were stunned. No one expected that there are still people in the world going so fast.
"Fire, keep firing, you can't let him escape!"
The brawny man leading the roof of the car threw away the walkie-talkie and yelled at the people behind.
This guy is definitely an advanced warrior!
Just by shouting, Zhang Feng could tell that his true qi level was at least the eighth rank.
A loud sound like raindrops came again, and the power of the automatic firearm was fully displayed at this moment. A rain of blood suddenly flew in the crowd, and a dozen people fell like wheat.
However, a blood-colored figure flashed past, and once again rushed into the crowd farther away.
Needless to say, the intensive bursts only hit their own people.
"Fak, everyone is ready, the final blow!"
The strong man in the lead car roared loudly and then slapped the roof hard.
The first tanker turned quickly and rushed towards the crowd, and Zhang Feng was in that crowd.
"What are they going to do?"
Zhang Feng frowned, stopped and watched the opponent's behavior intently.
The tanker rushed over, and when Zhang Feng was about 20 meters away, the brawny man on the roof took out a remote control from his arms and raised it to Zhang Feng as if showing off.
Then, he jumped off the roof of the car, several people on the oil tank also jumped out of the car, rolled on the spot to stabilize his figure, and Sa Yazi ran away.
"Fry the car?"
Zhang Feng stared, turned and ran.
The Great Master couldn't bear the horrific power of a tanker explosion.
(End of this chapter)