Rebel Demon King

Chapter 505 The Butcher in the Rainy Night
(Senior fell to 41st place, begging for comparison!)

At three o'clock in the morning, Xingcheng fell asleep in silence, and the rustling of the drizzle was like a peaceful lullaby.

The sky is heavy, reflecting the enchanting neon lights of the city, and the overwhelming raindrops fall into the endlessly flowing Xiangjiang River, but there is no ripple.

Cheng Mo could see through the misty light, outside the bridge hole with the water curtain hanging, the towering buildings in the distance, like a silent tower, pierced straight into the void.Cheng Mo squinted his eyes, and instantly adapted to the strong light from the motorcycle. The roar of the engine echoed in the sewer-like bridge hole, and the tires rubbed against the concrete road to make a sharp sound. The person sitting on the back seat of the motorcycle, He pulled out a steel pipe and rushed towards him, like a modern knight.

The dim light at the top of the bridge hole created a hazy circle of light on the plexiglass mask of the helmet. In the hazy circle of light, there were the reflections of Cheng Mo himself and the motorcycle rushing from behind him
Cheng Mo had already discovered the existence of these people through the three-dimensional map. He even knew that there were vans in front of and behind him, and there were more than ten people in the two vans.

But in a short while, the motorcycle had already arrived in front of Cheng Mo's eyes, and a touch of silver against the light, with the intention of killing, directly hit Cheng Mo's head. Arriving from the other side, Cheng Mo could feel a few traces of water vapor in the wind whizzing from behind.

Just when Cheng Mo was about to be hit by two steel pipes, one in front and one behind, one left and one right, Cheng Mo opened his hands, grabbed the rushing steel pipe in an instant, and pulled the steel pipe away with lightning speed. Coming over, Shorty inserted the steel pipe between the rims of the rear wheels of the two motorcycles.

Apparently, the other party didn't expect Cheng Mo to have this trick, and he was caught off guard and tilted, and Cheng Mo easily snatched the steel pipe away.Before he could react, disaster had already struck.

There was a piercing sound of metal rubbing in the bridge hole, and the rear wheels of the two motorcycles soared into the air, swayed violently in the air, and rolled over with the people and the cars.

At this moment, the business van behind just entered the bridge opening, crossed the bridge opening, the sliding door opened wide, and a few people got out.After getting down, they saw that the two forward motorcycles had been overturned by Lin Zhinuo, but Lin Zhinuo standing in the middle of the bridge hole was safe and sound. Several people were very surprised. The voice I heard before said, "Fuck, what kind of professional killer is this? What are you doing lying on the ground in a face-to-face? Everyone, this kid can fight, don't show mercy. Hit me hard, I won't call stop Don't stop!"

"Okay, boss"

Undoubtedly, it was the voice of Xiong Er, a dwarf with short hair and short hair who had met Cheng Mo once.

So a group of people waved steel pipes and rushed towards Cheng Mo, and the sound of messy and dense footsteps resounded in the bridge hole.And the bridge hole in front was also blocked by another ten-seat Jinbei passenger car, and seven people got out of the car, and even the person in the driver's seat pulled out a steel pipe from the base to follow up.

Cheng Mo glanced at the motorcycle that fell on the ground. The four people who had rolled on the ground had already got up and rushed towards him. Cheng Mo thought to himself: "Professional killer? This is all crime value."

That being the case, there is no need to keep his hand, so Cheng Mo punched the person in front like lightning without hesitation, his fist went straight to the other person's Adam's apple, after a soft and dull voice, the person closest to him The motorcyclist's neck was smashed to pieces.

Cheng Mo could clearly feel the bones in the opponent's neck shattered into countless small pieces, which exploded in the opponent's neck, pierced into the flesh and blood, and broke the blood vessels. On the plexiglass, he grabbed his throat with both hands, made a strange sound of "hehe", and collapsed to the side.

Then Cheng Mo moved a little bit, and punched again, and in the same way ended up with the killer who was the second closest to him. Such a fierce and swift attack made the other two killers with helmets hesitate. Pulled out the dagger from his waist, kept a seemingly safe distance from Cheng Mo, and started talking in Malay in a muffled voice.

But in a face-to-face meeting, Cheng Mo killed two people without using skills at all. This was the result of Cheng Mo considering that there were still people behind, so he didn't want to kill too fast, scaring away the people behind.

The two so-called professional killers didn't come up, but a group of people waving steel pipes didn't realize at the moment that they were facing a butcher. Cheng Mo's back.

Cheng Mo stared blankly at the two men wearing helmets. The figure behind the plexiglass mask was getting bigger and bigger. Without looking back, Cheng Mo kicked the side kick in Sanda, kicking the opponent straight and flying with precision. The knees are not high.

There was a crisp fracture sound, followed by a scream, and the person who kicked Cheng Mo's back turned somersault in the air, and lay directly on the ground.But the group of people in the back thought they had a lot of people and didn't learn their lesson. They were still hitting Cheng Mo's head with steel pipes one after another. It just so happened that the group of people in front of Cheng Mo had also arrived and formed an encirclement with the people behind.

There was no harsh talk, only a shout of "CNM", and then more than a dozen steel pipes attacked Cheng Mo from all directions. In the eyes of ordinary people, this was simply a net of heaven and earth, and Cheng Mo was trapped in the middle. There was nowhere to escape, but for Cheng Mo, the speed of these steel pipes reached him at different speeds, enough for him to dodge or even break through.

So Cheng Mo punched and kicked eleven people to the ground at a speed that ordinary people's eyes couldn't catch. Immediately, there were wails one after another in the bridge hole, and many people even fainted from the pain.

But the two men in helmets holding daggers didn't follow along. They glanced at each other, threw the daggers at Cheng Mo viciously, turned around and ran towards the van in front.

Naturally, Cheng Mo would not let go of the opportunity to increase his crime points. He casually grabbed the dagger that was flying towards him, and threw it with both hands at the same time. The two daggers were inserted into the backs of the two helmeted men respectively.

The two staggered and ran a few steps, and the black shadow also struggled a few times on the concrete wall of the bridge hole before falling to the ground, twitching non-stop.

At this moment, there were only three people left in the van behind. Cheng Mo turned his head and saw Xiong Er in black leather, holding a lighter and preparing to light a cigarette. The flame on the silver Zippo lighter was still a distance away from the cigarette. A little distance away, fluttering in the cold autumn night wind, big and small, the pair of shiny GUCCI leather shoes reflected light in the flickering firelight.

He was obviously petrified, and the cigarette hadn't even been lit yet.

Cheng Mo saw his hands trembling in the air, and his body was swaying non-stop. Cheng Mo bent down, picked up a steel pipe amidst miserable groans, and turned towards the van that was only a dozen or twenty steps away. walked over.

Xiong Er, who was standing at the door of the horizontal van, remembered the fear of being dominated by Lin Zhinuo. He shuddered and threw Zippo out. He also forgot that he still had a cigarette in his mouth. He jumped into the car and shouted loudly. He shouted: "Fuck, fuck! What kind of monster is this, hurry up! Hurry up and turn around!"

The man sitting in the driver's seat was also an acquaintance of Lin Zhinuo - Xiaodao, he just came back to his senses, said "oh, oh" twice, turned the car key, and started the car.

However, the tragedy is that the engines of some old vans beeped twice but did not start. The knife sitting on the driver's seat looked up at Lin Zhinuo who was getting closer and closer, sweating profusely, and stepped on it again. Braking and turning the key at the same time, but unfortunately the van still didn't start.

It feels like a scene in a movie, the big devil with a chainsaw is coming towards the protagonist team, and the protagonist team will always send out moths who can't activate the escape tools at critical moments.

"Fuck NM, turn off the air conditioner"

"Boss, it's already closed." Xiaodao's tears were already falling, and he replied in a crying voice. He turned the key again, and this time finally started the car.

This made Xiaodao heave a sigh of relief, muttering "Oh Mitofo, God bless", put the reverse gear, ready to back up, and turned the van out, then remembered something, and said intermittently: "Boss, we Just run away like this?"

"What should I do if I don't run?" Xiong Er hadn't come out of his fear yet, and the curse of those 24 words was still lingering in his mind.

Xiaodao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at Cheng Mo who was walking slowly step by step, and said, "We can still hit him! It's just that we don't know if the collision is too serious, and whether the organs can still be used. Didn't Master Jing say that we should take his body away?" Should all the organs be harvested and sold?"

Xiong Er murmured: "Yes! What are we afraid of?" After a pause, Xiong Er saw Lin Zhinuo was close at hand through the window of the car covered with raindrops, and shouted with a grinning grin: "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and kill this dog!"

Xiaodao said "Oh", turned the steering wheel, turned the front of the car to face Cheng Mo, the headlights immediately illuminated the slightly dim bridge opening white, Xiaodao stepped on the accelerator hard, and the 7-seater commercial van headed directly towards Cheng Mo, who was not far away. Cheng Mo, who was a few meters away, ran over.

Cheng Mo casually threw the steel pipe at the van, and at the same time whispered: "I hate you most unqualified bastards who turn on the headlights in the city."

Before Cheng Mo's words fell, the silver steel pipe pierced the glass like an arrow, then pierced the throat of the knife, nailed the knife to the seat of the van, and left the steering wheel with both hands.

The roaring van immediately quieted down, relying on inertia, it rushed towards Cheng Mo obliquely, Cheng Mo gave up a step, and the seven-seater commercial van with the JAC five-star logo passed him by, bouncing After crushing several people who were lying on the ground unable to move, it hit the wall of the bridge hole with a "bang", and stopped completely.

Cheng Mo looked back, the bridge hole was already like hell, red blood covered the concrete floor like spider webs, several people who had been run over by the van were groaning weakly, their legs and chest were a little bit deformed.

Cheng Mo didn't have the slightest pity, and didn't even look at the people lying on the ground. He walked over the wanton red blood and walked slowly towards the van. When he passed by just now, Cheng Mo had already discovered that there was no well in the van. Wake up, there is only a man with glasses holding a medicine box and a man in a leather jacket. This is a rather regrettable thing.

When he walked to the side of the van, Cheng Mo didn't even look into the side window. He could hear two disordered breathing in the compartment. Cheng Mo reached out to pull the door. When the door rang, the sound of breathing inside changed. In a hurry, the heartbeat also accelerated, but the door was locked, and Cheng Mo didn't pull the door open.

"Quick, quick, Doctor Zhang, call the police."

"No signal."

"It's over. My phone doesn't have any signal!"

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die. I don't want to die!"

Cheng Mo broke the door lock directly with a little force, and there was a "wow", the voice inside suddenly disappeared, and then the door was opened, and a small half of the steel pipe was exposed under the headrest of the driver's seat, and bright red blood was flowing from the seat. It dripped down, and there was already a small puddle under the driver's seat.

"Come out." Cheng Mo said lightly.

There was no answer from inside, and Cheng Mo didn't bother to talk nonsense, and got into the car directly, Xiong Er roared and suddenly jumped up from the back seat, holding a dagger and stabbing Cheng Mo's abdomen.

It was impossible to stand upright in the carriage, and before the dagger touched him, Cheng Mo bent over and slapped Xiong Er's face with a slap across the face, so strong that he leaned Xiong Er's fan against the glass, his hand The dagger in his hand fell off, and with a bang, a bloody tooth flew out, his face was swollen.

The spectacled man holding the medicine box sweated profusely raised his head from the back seat, raised his hands, and said tremblingly: "It's none of... my... business, I... just... yes. A. Doctor. Doctor.”

Cheng Mo glanced at the man with glasses and said expressionlessly: "Then your task is to ensure that I will not be beaten to death so that you can sell my organs for money?"

The man with glasses trembled and dared not speak.

Cheng Mo moved his eyes to Xiong Er who was covering his mouth, and said lightly: "It seems that you haven't learned your lesson last time, have you forgotten the core values ​​of 24 characters?"

Xiong Er looked at Lin Zhinuo dully, with tears in his eyes, remembering that Jing Xing told him to bring a professional killer to find Lin Zhinuo just now, and he was so excited that he felt that he could make up all the money he had made in the past few months. He got it back with a profit, but now he is in danger of dying, and his pants are scared to pee again.

Suddenly, there was a smell of urine in the carriage.

"Come down, you two, I won't kill you"

Xiong Er covered his face and shook his head, tears streaming down his face. Although he was well-informed and had experienced a lot of beating people and removing their hands and feet, he had never seen anyone like the man in front of him, and he was the same as the last time he It's different, last time his eyes were indifferent, but there was still a trace of innocence, but now they are indifferent and frightening, turning into a murderous devil without blinking an eye.

If he hadn't experienced it personally, Xiong Er would never have guessed that there were almost twenty people, four of whom were professional assassins transferred from Southeast Asia by Jing Xing, and they were all taken care of by one person. Movies would not dare to act like this
Xiong Er suddenly began to miss the time when his hand was broken in the alley
Cheng Mo didn't hesitate, "I'll count to three."

Cheng Mo didn't say what the consequences would be, and said directly: "One."

"two."

Xiong Er knew how scary Lin Zhinuo was, so he chose to stand up and said in a vague voice, "I'll come down, I'll come down." Then the man with glasses also stood up from the back seat. Sitting down again.

Cheng Mo didn't say much, and got out of the business van, watching Xiong Er and the man with glasses walk out of the van tremblingly, leaning against the van and not daring to breathe.

"You two, throw all the dead people into the Xiangjiang River. Lift the ones who are not dead into the van over there." Cheng Mo pointed to the ten-seat Jinbei minibus and said.

Not daring to disobey the order, the two answered "yes" and started to move.

"Where do you start?" The nervous man in glasses stood among the people lying on the ground, wiped the sweat from his face, and asked in a low voice.

Xiong Er lowered his head and glanced at the people lying on the ground from the corner of his eye. The situation on the left side was more serious. There were tire marks on the people lying on the ground. Some leg bones were deformed. The right side was better, but some people Not even a moan, not knowing life or death, whispered: "First check that those people are dead."

"I'll give you a quarter of an hour." Seeing that the two of them had some ink marks, Cheng Mo ordered again.

Xiong Er broke out in a cold sweat, and glanced quietly at the killing god standing in front of him. The wind passing through the bridge hole still had a faint smell of blood, blowing the hair on his forehead, and the dim yellow light on the top hit his forehead. On his face, half was shadowed and half was bright. His eyes were deep and beautiful, but there was an indescribable indifference.

He is wearing blue jeans and a gray sweater. He is quite fashionable. He has fair skin and straight eyebrows. He looks like a cool and handsome man who plays idol dramas in movies and TV. Who would have thought that he would marry several people with every gesture. Life.

Xiong Er felt that his legs were a little weak, and the blood in his mouth was bloody and astringent. He thought to himself: Does Mr. Jing Er of CTM know who he has offended?
(End of this chapter)