The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 3
"Between life and death, there is great terror."

Li Ang's ethereal voice echoed in the warehouse, like a symphony playing in all directions at the same time, making it impossible to grasp its location.

"When the blood plasma flows out of the body, the soul leaves the body, and what is left is only a warm skin."

In the darkness, Li Ang ran while looking for the heavy panting of a certain gunman. The sharp iron piece lightly sliced ​​open the aorta, and the sound of blood spraying was drowned out in the howling.

Enemy, there are five left.

"Damn it, damn it!"

Scarface roared furiously in his heart. He huddled beside an abandoned wooden table in the corner of the warehouse, and kept groping around himself, trying to find the location of the flashlight.
The remaining gunmen who heard the screams of their companions were even more flustered. They took pistols and poured bullets at the location where the sound came from. The flickering fire was almost the only faint light in the darkness.

"Don't shoot!"

Scarface just shouted out, but it was already too late.

A smile rose from the corner of Li Ang's mouth, his feet stepped on the concrete floor silently, his palms turned into knives and slashed at the shooter's neck, and at the moment the other party was moaning in pain, his hands were already twisted around the other party's arms like long snakes.

Li Ang's current body is nothing more than a 16-year-old emaciated boy, and he has been wandering on the sea for more than ten days, eating unsatisfactory noodles and muddy water.

In order to maintain a high-intensity continuous battle, he quickly rushed his aura along the veins of his body. In a more modern way, he speeded up his metabolism like a death urge.

The heart almost jumped out of the chest, the lungs felt an unbearable burning pain, every muscle was moaning overwhelmed,

Must be quick.

He twisted his arms, causing the shooter's arm to dislocate, and the screams covered the sound of the pistol falling to the ground.
Li Ang stretched out his toes, kicked the pistol up, and gently pinched the handle of the pistol with his right hand,
The muzzle of the black hole was aimed at the eye socket of the other party, and the brass bullets spun out of the gun chamber, and the solid human skull was in vain in front of it.

With a bang, red and white brains splashed on the wall.

There are four people left.

Li Ang didn't have time to catch his breath, he turned short and rolled to avoid the bullet fired by Scarface.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, you fucking come out!"

A gunman on the verge of collapse yells at the top of his lungs as he frantically fires all the bullets in his clips, only to find nothing but shattering the steel roof of a warehouse or punching through the plastic curtain of a tent.

"Idiot!" Scarface yelled in his heart, ignoring the scream of the gunman, and groped for the flashlight on the table by the light of the fire.

The button was pushed, and the luminous array composed of six small light bulbs tore through the thick black curtain. Scarface waved the flashlight, and after roughly seeing the surrounding situation, he immediately turned off the power, and the whole person stepped back.

boom!
A bullet precisely hit the spot where Scarface was just now, within a hair's breadth.

Scarface trembled inwardly, where did this damned yellow-skinned monkey come from?This - the mother still uses smuggling?Why the fuck didn't you just kill the Coast Guard and break into Gotham all by yourself?
Scarface forced himself to calm down, he moved slowly against the wall, and reached the switch of the rolling shutter door.

The power supply of the rolling shutter door is independent, and it only takes three seconds, and in three seconds, it can raise the gap enough for one person to roll through.

Scarface silently wiped the sweat off his forehead, turned on the flashlight again, and threw it out without looking.

Li Ang, who was hiding in the corner of the warehouse, poked his head out, shot and killed the last two stupefied gunmen with the light of the flashlight, and wanted to aim at Scarface, but found that the other party had rolled away from the warehouse.
"Resistance in the corner."

Li Ang sneered, stepped quickly, picked up the flashlight that fell on the ground, and shot out like an arrow from the string.

A deep moan sounded from the corner, and Li Ang turned around, and it was the South Asian girl.

Her left abdomen was scarlet, and the plasma flowed out like money, obviously she was hit by a stray bullet.

"I can't bear to see him alive, but I can't bear to see him die. I have cultivated so much that I forget my feelings, but I can't help but see others as ants."

Li Ang came back with a sigh, approached the girl, and asked in Nanyang dialect: "Little girl, what's your name?"

"My name is Ming"

Before he finished speaking, Li Ang had activated the last trace of aura in his body to heat his two fingers until they were flushed, and inserted them into the wound on the girl's waist and abdomen with precision, picking out the copper bullets like tweezers.

"You're lucky, you didn't hurt your internal organs, just lie down here, and I'll call the police over."

Li Ang dragged a gunman's body, tore off his skirt to wrap up the girl's wound, thought for a while and simply stripped off the gunman's clothes, and draped them randomly around his body to hide his figure.

Escape, escape as far as possible!

Scarface was running in the wilderness with a pistol in his hand. The fierce and tyrannical man in the past couldn't summon up the courage to face Li Ang at this moment.
"That yellow-skinned monkey, he is a devil! A devil!"

Panting heavily, Scarface ran to a truck parked outside the warehouse, rummaging through his pockets for keys with trembling hands.

"I swear to God, when I go out, I will take twenty, no, thirty gunmen, find this devil, and torture him in the most cruel and vicious way."

Scarface eagerly inserted the car key, started the engine, and the rapidly spinning tires rubbed against the fine gravel on the ground. In the next second, the truck would carry him to escape.

At this time, Li Ang had just stepped out of the warehouse door. He held a flashlight in one hand and a pistol in the other. After hearing the sound of a car starting from here, he leaned over and rushed over.

"Hurry up!"

Scarface patted the steering wheel angrily, and the bright headlights illuminated the dense smoke and dust rising from the ground, but the truck did not intend to move itself at all.

what happened?Scarface poked his head out of the car window, and through the headlights, through the dust, he saw four or five slender steel ropes wedged into the ground at one end and tied to different parts of the car at the other end, firmly fixing the car in place.

"Tell me, what happened in the warehouse?"

A hoarse and low voice sounded from the roof of the car, as if from hell. This is an urban legend circulating in Gotham, and this is the nightmare that all criminals fear.

Scarface shuddered and whispered, "Bat, Batman?"

His question was not answered, a strong fist hammered through the windshield of the vehicle, easily lifted Scarface out of the seat,
Punch after punch, the fist wrapped in Kevlar armor hammered on the bridge of Scarface's nose, completely covering the scum's face with blood.

However, the Batman hidden in the cloak didn't expect that Scarface didn't let out a cry of panic when he saw him, but laughed instead.

The joyful, escaped smile.

"Hahaha, I'm saved, I'm saved." The scarred white teeth were a little funny under the smear of blood. He smiled at Batman and kept whispering: "You won't kill criminals, save me .”

(End of this chapter)