The legend of the strongest special forces

Chapter 12

Ling Tian didn't walk very fast, but now this street is deserted.

With his hands in his pockets, he looked at the punks rushing towards him but remained unmoved.

A pair of icy eyes, with a majesty that captures people's heart.

He is very familiar with this road. When he was young, he followed his mother and searched for mineral water bottles in this garbage dump.

Time flies, and today he is no longer the little boy picking up rags, facing a group of people rushing towards him, he has no stage fright.

Seeing that the first guy had rushed within ten meters, Ling Tian pulled his right hand out of his pocket.

With a flick of the wrist, the thin razor blade sandwiched between the index finger and middle finger burst out of the air.

Although the silent lethality is only within ten meters, it is enough.

The other party simply couldn't capture what happened at that moment.

In his field of vision, there is no blade.

Almost at the same time, he only felt a sharp pain in his right hand holding the knife, and the machete in his hand fell accordingly.

Instinctively looking to his right hand, a razor pierced his wrist directly.

The razor that shot halfway was so sharp that it cut his tendon directly.

"what!"

The pain spread through his body, and his fingers could no longer bend.

Blood splashed down his wrist, but Ling Tian on the other side had already rushed forward.

Swinging both hands, it is quite as fierce as a willow leaf flying knife.

Thin razor blades have now become sharp weapons for hurting people.

And Ling Tian was more like a tiger out of its cage, rushing forward without saying a word.

The continuous blades directly pierced the wrists of five or six strong men.

If it hadn't been for the promise to the master not to kill anyone, the blade would have cut their throats.

After bursts of screams, everyone suddenly panicked, and the invisible blade was simply a terrifying existence.

Now, Ling Tian turned into an active attack, like a lion rushing into a flock of sheep.

With a kick in the chest, he directly kicked a guy out.

Holding his wrists, he also overwhelmed a group of people behind him.

As if hit by a train, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, his eyes darkened and he passed out.

This kick had already shattered his chest. If Ling Tian hadn't been injured, he would have died long ago.

Ling Tian, ​​who landed on the ground, was blown by the wind, and his figure was like a ghost, shuttling back and forth among the crowd.

His feet were like whips, constantly sweeping in all directions, and his fleshy palms flew up and down.

With a random touch, the other party will be bloody.

Under the splash of blood, they backed away in fright.

How did they know that there are sharp blades between Ling Tian's fingers.

This is also his weapon. It may be inconspicuous, but its lethality is astonishing.

The scuffle started, more than 30 people surrounded Ling Tian, ​​but they couldn't enter it at all.

Ling Tian among the crowd became more courageous as he fought.

With his bloodshot eyes, he is still trying to restrain himself, restraining himself from being too excited and killing people by mistake.

In less than 5 minutes, more than 30 people were all lying in a pool of blood, and the ground was full of blood, crying.

But Ling Tian didn't even look at these gangsters, they were just a bunch of rookies.

It's okay to bully the common people on weekdays, but to fight against this kind of soldier king, they are simply courting death.

"The body really hasn't recovered!"

However, Ling Tian was also injured, a bloodstain on his right arm was scratched by a machete.

Not long after he was seriously injured, he returned to China. The half-year bed rest greatly reduced his physical fitness, and his body was not as flexible as before.

After adjusting his breathing, Ling Tian wiped the sweat from his forehead.

It seems that he will need a long recovery period before he can return to the top.

But even so, it is more than enough to deal with these dirty guys.

Without stopping, Ling Tian walked towards the seventh floor again.

In the wailing behind him, none of the people who fell on the ground could stand up.

Either the leg was broken or the arm was broken, this was done on purpose by Ling Tian.

If they hadn't agreed to the master, they would have turned into lifeless corpses by now.

And Ling Tian, ​​who was covered in blood, had already arrived at the downstairs position.

What happened in the distance had already made the gangsters in this building tremble with fear.

The machete in his hand lost even the slightest prestige.

"Get on me, get on!"

Several of Jia Dapao's subordinates immediately urged them to do something.

Taking people's money to eliminate disasters for others, they also roared and rushed to the door as they had no choice.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

The people hadn't arrived yet, but the blades had already flew towards them, and the machetes in the hands of the few leaders fell.

"Ah! Mom! Help!"

Sitting upstairs, Jia Dapao could only hear the screams from downstairs.

The scream accompanied by broken bones was comparable to hell.

But now, he couldn't move, and the plaster on his hands and feet made him sit on a chair like a statue.

"God bless! Protect me from this calamity, and I will definitely burn incense and pray to Buddha to rebuild the temple when the time comes!"

Looking at the Guanyin Bodhisattva on the altar, Jia Dapao could only beg for the blessing of the Bodhisattva.

But just as he kept muttering, the screams downstairs gradually disappeared.

"boom!"

With the sound of glass shattering, two guys smashed the glass door of the general manager's room and fell into the room.

The broken glass all over the floor turned them into blood men.

"Jia Dapao, have you cleaned your neck yet?"

A figure walked in, covered in blood, like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Brother! I was wrong! I was wrong! Please don't kill me! I won't dare again!"

Jia Dapao's face was pale, his hair stood on end, and his clothes were instantly drenched in cold sweat.

"Don't worry, who said I'm going to kill you? Death is too cheap for you!"

Ling Tian's evil smile made people feel creepy just looking at it.

How could he who came out of the hail of bullets be comparable to those gangsters?

Walking towards Jia Dapao step by step, Ling Tian still smiled all over his face, but in Jia Dapao's eyes, this smile was more terrifying than the devil.

"I was wrong! I'll give you money, I'll give you all the money, please let me go!"

Unable to move, Jia Dapao begged with snot and tears.

Just like those helpless residents when he demolished the houses.

However, at that time, he didn't have the slightest sense of compassion, so Ling Tian naturally didn't have any.

"Demolish my house, hurt my mother, beat my brother, do you think your stinky money can save you now?"

Ling Tian walked in front of Jia Dapao with a sneer on his face. Now he can't wait to tear Jia Dapao into pieces.

"what!"

Jia Dapao seemed to speak, but Ling Tian had already grabbed his arm.

With the force of the arm, the arm suddenly became like a twist.

But this was not the end, Ling Tian's military boots directly stepped on his other calf.

The crisp sound of bones breaking made his screams even more terrifying.

There were screams in the room, heart-piercing, this is the cycle of cause and effect.

Back then, the bullying he had suffered had returned to him now.

(End of this chapter)