Heroes of the City Edition

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Cheng Kong knew that he had met a strong opponent, or was it the helmsman who never appeared on the sixth floor?

Thinking of this, the muscles of Cheng Kong's whole body trembled, and the brand-name suit was torn apart under the violent vibration of the muscles, turning into pieces of butterfly cloth floating in the sky.

Landing on the ground, Cheng Kong fixed his eyes on the direction where the iron ball hit. A burly man with a square face was walking towards this side while taking off his clothes.

In terms of appearance alone, this burly, square-faced man is enough to be the protagonist of a spy movie. The smile on his face makes people feel warm. He is definitely an underground party character.

But Cheng Kong was not careless, real life is not a movie, looks don't mean anything, especially men!

Seeing Cheng Kong staring at him, the square-faced man chuckled, tore his vest and threw it on the ground, applauding: "That's right, little brother, you're pretty good, and you're able to do it in such a short time." Knocking them down inside made my brother and I a little bit happy."

Well, when this square-faced man looked at the security guards on the ground, his eyes were extremely indifferent, as if he saw a pile of garbage, but when his eyes fell on Cheng Kong, he looked more normal, but there was something in his eyes. The excitement and joy made Cheng Kong feel a little tingly.

Even when he was walking towards Cheng Kong, a man in charge on the ground was kicked out lightly because he blocked his footsteps, and hit the wall with a muffled bang.

It can be clearly seen that a pool of bright red blood was left on the wall, and the man fell to the ground, but his head was twisted and he couldn't live.

Such a person can no longer be described as a scumbag.

Any heinous underworld boss, um, should say any gangster, sees his subordinates lying on the ground, all of them are seriously injured or dead, no matter if it is hypocrisy or passion, it must be fake , seek justice for your brothers?

If not, which brother would be willing to follow him in the future?

But this person is definitely not the case, how can I say it?

Cheng Kong felt that he really didn't care about these people on the ground, he was so indifferent that his emotions didn't fluctuate at all, and he didn't feel like he was being slapped in the face at all.

Well, to put it simply, it is as indifferent as when someone sees a few ants being trampled to death. On the fifth floor of this underground black boxing arena, he regards Cheng Kong as a person, and the rest, no matter what. Both men and women are ants.

Indifference, indifference to the extreme, those who cannot cause him to fight are ants.

Such a person, um, to put it mildly, is Wu Chi, or to put it bluntly... Wu Crazy.

And he is also a martial lunatic who has evolved in the hero world.

Such people are often more dangerous than those gangsters.

When there is no interest in the underworld, most of them are unwilling to mess around, but Wu Crazy?Especially the Wu lunatics after evolution, who knows what is going on in their minds?They are just walking miniature nuclear bombs, and no one knows that they will be suitable for explosion.

"You are the sub-master here? Can you give me your name?"

Cheng Kong looked at the square-faced man who was already standing 20 meters away from him, and the corners of his mouth opened. To him, what does this matter?

Whether it's a Wu lunatic or a heinous underworld leader, just kill them. In short, let's do our part for everyone's peaceful life.

The blood in Cheng Kong's chest began to burn, and a desire to fight suddenly sprouted.

"Me? Let me tell you first!" The square-faced man chuckled, bent down, and with force with both hands, lifted a steel plate under the ring, and then lifted the three-centimeter-thick steel plate, which was more than 20 The steel plate with a square area was lifted up with a bang, and then it was thrown towards Cheng Kong.

call!Thousands of kilograms of steel plates flew towards Cheng Kong with a huge whistling sound, and the sound of the huge wind pressure could almost stun people to death.

Cheng Kong was a little cautious, he didn't hard-fix the steel plate, who knows if the square-faced man will have some special abilities attached to the steel plate?

The steel plate hit the ground, and a sharp whirlwind immediately rolled up, almost rolling several corpses around to the ceiling, but more security guards were directly crushed into meatloaf by the steel plate, and blood continued to flow out from under the steel plate.

It's like a small grind of sesame oil squeezed out by a press.

Of course, Cheng Kong didn't just focus on dodging and not fighting back. When Cheng Kong dodged, the muzzle of the [-]-style rifle was firmly pointed at the square-faced man, and it kept spewing out long tongues of flame.

The operation of any long-range weapon is the same. For archery masters like Cheng Kong, well, with Cheng Kong's current level of archery, he can only use two words to describe it repeatedly in any Olympic Games to win gold medals.

Safe, proper, proper.

The rifle was like a big bow in Cheng Kong's hands, and it was even easier to use than a big bow. You just need to pull the trigger and point the gun at the enemy.

The ejected bullets hit the square-faced man in clusters of blood, and when the shuttle finished, the square-faced man started from the abdomen, and a straight line formed by the bullet holes spread to the forehead, a straight line.

This shows the extent of Cheng Kong's marksmanship, this is still a bullet fired while dodging.

However, Cheng Kong did not show a victorious expression, because the square-faced man seemed not to have been hurt by the bullet at all, and continued to lift a steel plate before throwing it over.

Even a line of blood flowing from the bullet hole could not make the square-faced man show a half-pained expression.

After throwing the third steel plate to no avail, the square-faced man gave up throwing the steel plate. No matter what angle you look at, if you want to hit Cheng Kong, who is extremely flexible in reaching out, with a steel plate, you may have to force him into a man with only two A narrow space of ten square meters will do.

"That's right, it's really powerful, my name is Iron Nu! Remember my name! Kid!"

The next moment, the square-faced man, um, the helmsman named Iron Nu, slapped his body violently with both hands, and with a puff, a row of bullets spewed out from the row of bullet holes, making a sharp whistling sound. It shot into the ground, splashing a spark.

"Huh, it's much more comfortable, you kid is qualified to let me smash it into meatloaf with a stick!"

Tie Nu wiped the row of bullet holes on his body with his right hand, and something surprised Cheng Kong. The row of bullet holes that started to spurt blood shrank completely under the opponent's swipe, and the finger-sized bullet holes shrank to The size of a needle eye, that is to say, after that, the damage from those bullet holes also dropped to almost zero. (To be continued.)