super mercenary

Chapter 170 Killer, People Kill It

Ouyang Zhenbang is not going to let these four people go.

Blindly dodging will not make the enemy retreat, it will only make the enemy more crazy.

Turning his head to look at the three people who fell down, two of them were lying on the bookshelf and lost consciousness. The guy whose face was smashed just now was even more miserable. Needless to say, his ability to move, it is impossible for his face to return to its original shape.

Grinning, Ouyang Zhenbang pointed to the only one of the four swordsmen who was still standing: "You are lucky, I will keep you to answer the questions!"

The knife hand didn't move, and he didn't think that Ouyang Zhenbang was bragging. Although what he said was arrogant, the knife hand looked serious, because he felt that in terms of striking ability, the guy opposite had at least hundreds of ways Let yourself be incapacitated in a blink of an eye.

Killers, people kill them.

Ouyang Zhenbang moved again, holding the knife horizontally with one hand, and pushing the back of the knife with the other. Ouyang Zhenbang's blade directly cut towards the neck of the last knifeman.

The knife hand squatted down suddenly, then kicked his feet on the ground, and sprang out like a rabbit, but the direction was the window of the library.

The knife hand was scared, and the knife hand wanted to leave his three companions and escape.

Ouyang Zhenbang smiled, telling the truth only when he is afraid.

Of course, he couldn't escape either.

Holding the knife in his right hand, he twirled and threw the knife. The machete twirled and rushed towards the knife hand who was about to reach the window.

There was hope on the knife hand's face, because he had reached the window, and as long as he rushed out, he believed that he could use the terrain to escape.

The knife hand jumped up and hit the glass on the window with his shoulder.

But he obviously wrongly and optimistically assessed the situation in front of him. Behind him, the machete that had been spinning at high speed was already approaching him.

The knife hand snorted, and fell suddenly as if being pulled from below, and then opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood.

The knife fell to the ground, and the hilt pointed to the back of the knife hand.

The handle of the machete thrown out by Ouyang Zhenbang hit the back of the knifeman fiercely.

With a smile, he walked towards the knife hand like a leisurely stroll, and said the same sentence: "So, who gave you the task?"

In fact, Ouyang Zhenbang was really confused. He couldn't understand who wanted him to die. He didn't have a life-and-death feud with anyone. If he had, it was only the Four King Kongs of the Golden Triangle. He really couldn't think of anything else. When you come out, your enmity with someone will go to the point of life and death.

But at the same time, he also understood that there were some things that he hadn't understood yet.

Dao Shou looked at Ouyang Zhenbang with blood on the corner of his mouth: "Don't try to ask me anything, I won't tell you anything!"

Ouyang Zhenbang squatted down with a smile, and then stretched out his thumb to the knife hand: "Man, real man, I just like men!"

While talking, Ouyang Zhenbang took the machete that fell on the ground in his hand, and then put the hand of the machete that was lying on the ground very seriously, and then very seriously opened it finger by finger and put it flat on the ground .

The knife was raised, and the handle of Ouyang Zhenbang hit the little finger of the knife hand.

The knife hand screamed sternly, and in the quiet night, the cry rushed out of the library, wafted across the Huada campus, and spread far away.

Lifting the knife, the ring finger of the knife hand turned into meat paste again.

Then he raised it up, and his middle finger was smashed under Ouyang Zhenbang's knife handle, and Ouyang Zhenbang seemed to like this kind of game of smashing people's fingers, and he seemed to have forgotten what he just asked, so he just concentrated on smashing the knife fingers of hand.

Ten fingers connected to the heart.

The knife hand's voice gradually became hoarse, and Ouyang Zhenbang was still enjoying it.

"Ask, you fucking are asking, why don't you ask?"

Dao Shou stared at Ouyang Zhenbang's smiling face with sweat all over his body. At this time, Ouyang Zhenbang was an out-and-out devil in Dao Shou's eyes.

Ouyang Zhenbang stopped and looked at the knife hand in surprise: "You want to say something?"

"Li Shijie, I only know this name!"

The knife hand yelled at Ouyang Zhenbang.

Ouyang Zhenbang's complexion gradually turned cold, he stretched out his hand to melt the knife, and slashed at the knife hand's neck with one hand. Ouyang Zhenbang stood up and looked at the messy library, and muttered to himself: "Han Chuanxi, you are too violent!"

The screams from the library startled many people, including Feng San, who had a desert eagle in his waist.

Feng San stood in the shadows outside the library with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "It's what you deserve, without me, Feng San, you, Jiang Ming, could bring down Ouyang Zhenbang?"

Feng San didn't know who made the screams in the library. He thought that the person Jiang Ming had brought was beaten and tortured by Ouyang Zhenbang. Feng San was not in a hurry, and waited quietly in the shadows.

At this time, outside the restaurant where Ouyang Zhenbang was sleeping, seven black shadows stood motionless under the shadow of the wall behind them. They were the ones Jiang Ming had found. They just need to catch Ouyang Zhenbang before eight o'clock, so they are waiting.

But Jiang Ming ignored a problem. Based on Ouyang Zhenbang's performance some time ago, both Cheng Shaoqian and Cha Xuefeng liked Ouyang Zhenbang very much. It would be too easy for an old guy with an unreasonable temper to arrange another exam, so it doesn't make much sense for Jiang Ming to do so.

If they failed, these people would be beaten severely, and they would even be unable to escape the law. Even if they succeeded, it would only make the students sick of Ouyang Zhenbang, thinking that he was bragging, and the actual meaning was not great.

But Jiang Ming was very serious. Maybe it was because he was still young, or maybe it was because Jiang Ming hated Ouyang Zhenbang from the bottom of his heart. Even if he made the students sick of Ouyang Zhenbang once, Jiang Ming felt that the money was well spent. In short, no one knew. What is this long-haired melancholy young man thinking? From the current point of view, the latter possibility is more likely.

Ouyang Zhenbang wanted to call Yang Ling, but after thinking about it, he gave up on this idea. If he called Yang Ling, Yang Ling would definitely pester him again. Ouyang Zhenbang really had a headache for this beautiful and savage policewoman when he wanted to take a job test.

Since he doesn't want to call the police, he should leave quickly. The four people won't wake up for a while, and even if they wake up, they won't be able to move. Ouyang Zhenbang is not afraid that they will escape. With such a loud voice, someone will rush over immediately. At that time, there will be plenty of people who call the police.

Thinking of this, Ouyang Zhenbang walked out of the library quickly. As soon as he went out, Ouyang Zhenbang saw a flash of fire in the shadow on one side. Although it was small, Ouyang Zhenbang turned around and rushed into the library immediately.

As soon as Ouyang Zhenbang rushed in, the unique sound of the Desert Eagle sounded outside, calm and rhythmic.

In fact, the fire that Ouyang Zhenbang saw was just the fire that Feng San couldn't bear to smoke, but when he found that Ouyang Zhenbang came out and snuffed out the cigarette end himself, Ouyang Zhenbang already felt that something was wrong.

Who's outside smoking a cigarette at five o'clock in the morning?Intuition, Ouyang Zhenbang ran back to the library relying on intuition, but just escaped Feng San's gunshot.

Ouyang Zhenbang walked forward in the library on his stomach until he reached a red power supply box and lay still on his stomach.

Feng San fired three shots outside and entered the library, but this guy actually got an Ultraman leather mask and put it on his face, which looked very nondescript.

The ammunition capacity of the Desert Eagle is seven rounds, but for seven shots, Ouyang Zhenbang did not dare to move when lying on the ground. He is made of flesh and blood, and the huge power of the Desert Eagle is simply not something he can bear.

Yong picked up two books, Ouyang Zhenbang held them in his hands, and threw one to the far side of the bookshelf.

Boom, boom, four shots fired, two on each side, Feng San's gun missed.Ouyang Zhenbang jumped up suddenly, kicked the red power box, and the metal power box was immediately sunken inwards. With a burst of fire in the power box, the library's lights flashed a few times, and then went out.

When the lights went out, Ouyang Zhenbang had swayed and changed two places, but he was getting closer and closer to Feng San who was holding a gun.