Special Forces: Destroy the SSS-level mercenary group at the beginning

After all, no one wants to get into trouble, so there are only Sun Nan and dozens of gangsters left on Nuo Da's dance floor.

Sun Nan was surrounded by these gangsters with fierce eyes, but his expression was calm, as if ignoring everyone, his eyes were fixed on the innermost Kashima Dairamaru.

"Kashima Dailiangmaru, hurry up and answer a question for me!"

Sun Nan roared arrogantly: "As long as you cooperate well, I guarantee that you will die very happily later!"

The young gangsters around were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter. Some young gangsters even exaggerated to the point of crouching on the ground with their stomachs bent over and laughing.

In their eyes, Sun Nan is just like a fool.

Or even more stupid than a fool, because in their place, even a fool knows that Kashima Dailiang Maru is an absolutely terrifying existence.

Not only did a single person come here to make trouble, but he even boasted that he wanted to kill Kashima Dairamaru who was protected by everyone. A fool would not do such a thing.

A stern-faced man was smoking a cigar, and cast his gaze here from the innermost booth.

There was a playful smile on the corner of his mouth: "Boy, there are many people who want to kill me. After so many years, I am still alive and well!"

"Do you know what happened to them in the end?"

Sun Nan shrugged: "I'm not interested in knowing what happened to other people!"

"But I can assure you that if you don't answer my question properly, you will soon be like those people!"

The smile on the corner of Kashima Dailiangmaru's mouth was even wider: "I haven't seen a guy as funny as you for many years, are you the one sent by the enemy to laugh at me to death?"

Sun Nan shook his head helplessly: "You bloody little bastards, the scars are really healed and the pain is forgotten!"

"We don't listen when we talk to you well, and we don't know we're wrong until we do it, alas..."

The smile on the corner of Kashima Dailiangmaru's mouth disappeared in an instant, replaced by a cold murderous look.

"It seems that you are determined to seek death. If I don't help you, won't it make me, Mr. Daliangmaru, very useless?"

Kashima Dailiangmaru waved his hand and greeted his subordinates: "Be quicker, and just sink into the sea after killing him. This kind of fool can't get any information!"

"Hi Yi!" The gangsters around shouted in unison.

A tall and burly gangster let out a roar, swung a baseball bat in his hand and threw it directly at Sun Nan's head.

Although these gangsters don't have much martial arts skills, they have mastered the essence of fighting fast, accurate and ruthless because of fighting all the year round.

Once it is shot, it is to copy other people's vital parts to greet.

Sun Nan didn't move, just when the baseball bat was about to hit Sun Nan's head, he suddenly stretched out a finger and pointed at it.

Four or two thousand pounds!

To deal with punks of this level, Sun Nan can already think highly of them with just one finger.

The little bastard who was swinging the baseball bat suddenly felt a huge force being pulled by Sun Nan's fingers, and the baseball bat in his hand whizzed and uncontrollably smashed towards the companion next to him.

"Bang bang bang..."

A violent sound sounded, and the three gangsters closest to Sun Nan were hit in the chest by a baseball bat, and even their chests were sunken.

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, the three punks screamed and flew backwards.

The tall man was so frightened that he was at a loss, and he kept explaining to his companions: "No, no, I didn't do it on purpose. It's all this guy's fault. I didn't..."

Before he finished speaking, Sun Nan had already punched that guy in the face with his fist.

With a crisp sound of "click", the guy's entire face sank, his eyes, mouth and nose were tightly brought together, and he fell straight down.

The people around were stunned. They were gangsters to begin with, and they were good at bullying the weak.

But for those who are really broken, they are all persuaded.

Kashima Dailiangmaru, who had always been extremely calm, also widened his eyes, and for the first time there was a fierce murderous look in his eyes.

"Are you a killer?" Kashima Dailiangmaru snapped, "Who sent you here?"

Sun Nan leisurely picked up the baseball bat on the ground, with a cruel smile on his face: "You should answer my question carefully now!"

"Instead of asking me questions, because you are not qualified yet!"

Kashima Dailiangmaru's eyes showed fierce murderous intent, and he yelled loudly: "Come on! Call all the brothers up and kill this bastard!"

"As long as he can kill him, I will give him 1000 million!"

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

These little bastards who were already timid heard such a high bounty, and immediately rushed towards Sun Nan screaming as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

Sun Nan looked at them coldly, his cold eyes seemed to see not individual people, but corpses, and he directly waved a baseball bat to meet them.

This time, he didn't intend to use four or two tricks with them. To deal with this kind of little bastard, such advanced internal skills are like killing a chicken with a sledgehammer.

In order to vent the anger in his heart, he directly chose a more intuitive and violent method this time, bursting out the violent and unparalleled power in his body.

The whole person is like a killing machine running at high speed, waving a baseball bat, opening and closing, frantically smashing the baseball bats on the surrounding gangsters.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The nearest gangsters were hit in the chest or head, their ribs were broken, and their heads were blown up. The gangsters screamed and fell to the ground and kept rolling.

There was a cold murderous look in Sun Nan's eyes, like a tiger plunging into a flock of sheep, roaring and waving the baseball bat in his hand, all the punks he swung were sent flying backwards.

At this moment, Sun Nan is like a baseball player, while these punks are all baseball.

As long as a stick is hit, a little gangster will definitely fly out screaming.

The entire second floor of the singing and dancing hall was full of figures flying around, and the wine tables and booths were smashed and tilted, and the scene was very chaotic for a while.

In less than a minute, more than 1 people were knocked to the ground by Sun Nan, spitting out blood, and even if they were not dead, they had no fighting power.

As for those who were hit on the head, it was even worse. It is estimated that they would become mentally handicapped after being rescued.

But Kashima Dailiangmaru sat on his card the whole time without moving, with an icy chill in his eyes.

He has been in the underworld for decades, and has seen all kinds of big scenes.

Even if someone put a gun to his head, he survived. In his opinion, although such a scene was extremely dangerous, it was nothing.

This old-fashioned dance hall used to be the first venue he owned when he was young, and it became his base camp after he made a fortune.

There are nearly a hundred of his thugs alone, not counting his little brother who is in charge of law and order on the street.

As long as there is an order, three or four hundred boys can rush over casually.

Although Sun Nan showed unparalleled bravery, anyone with a little common sense would know that there is a limit to human physical strength, and this is the terrifying aspect of crowd tactics.

You are awesome, I have a lot of people, and I can consume you to death!

This is also the reason why the most powerful lion on the grassland can only flee in panic when encountering groups of hyenas.

"Bastard, I want to see, are you going to kill all my people first, or be consumed by my people!"

Kashima Dailiangmaru poured himself a glass of wine, and watched the play coldly.

Just as Sun Nan was killing all directions, a large number of gangsters rushed in from outside with samurai swords, roaring...

Chapter 679 Crazy Killing, Bloodbath in the Dance Hall

On the second floor of the song and dance hall, the gangster No. [-] rushed in again.

Everyone held a samurai sword in their hands, and all of a sudden they surrounded Sun Nan tightly in the middle.

Kashima Dailiangmaru had a smile on his face, shaking the wine glass in his hand, looking at Sun Nan as if he was looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Stinky boy, those who want to kill me are all staying in hell now!"

"You are just one person. I have hundreds of people. You haven't killed all of them. You are going to die of exhaustion here!"

Kashima Daliang Maru took a shallow sip of whiskey and said with a smile: "Tell me who sent you while you still have the strength to speak!"

"Is it that old bastard Yuichi Torazawa, or that little guy Ryuichiro Harano?"

"Tell me honestly, I promise to give you a good time!"

Sun Nan sneered, and looked at Kashima Dailiangmaru with mocking eyes: "You old bastard, do you have a brain problem or are you deaf?"

"I've already given you a chance. If you don't take advantage of it yourself, don't cry and beg me when you are killed by me later!"

Kashima Dailiangmaru snorted coldly, and there was a murderous look in his eyes: "The boy who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, court death!"

He slapped the table and shouted: "Chop off his limbs, don't kill him!"

"Bring him to Lao Tzu, I still have something to ask him!"

"Hi Yi!" A large group of gangsters surrounding Sun Nan shouted vigorously.

"Baga Road, Xi Nei!" One of the middle-level cadres took the lead and pointed at Sun Nan.

The punks around pulled out their samurai swords one after another, held them in front of their chests, and took a big step forward neatly.

"boom!"

Nearly a hundred feet hid heavily on the ground, and the sound they made was orderly, loud and powerful, as if even the floor was shaken.

When Kashima Dailiangmaru saw such a scene, a smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In their Bushido spirit of Baga, the most important thing is to win with momentum.

There used to be many masters who wanted to kill him, but they were all surrounded by his men in the end. In this formation, those masters were either frightened to death by such aura, or disturbed. Concentrate, and then be hacked to death with a chaotic knife.

All in all, as long as there are people who are deeply trapped in this environment, no one can come out alive.

Kashima Dairamaru leaned comfortably on the sofa, holding the wine glass in one hand, and hugging a coquettish hostess with the other, fumbling around in it dishonestly.

He is now waiting for Sun Nan to be cut off by his subordinates, and then thrown in front of him like a human pig, struggling in pain, in order to die.

He is looking forward to such an ending, and enjoys this process even more. He will watch all this happen from above. The feeling of controlling life and death makes him almost forget himself.

"Sine!"

All the punks roared and took another step forward with their knives in hand.

Sun Nan's encirclement was also shrinking as they advanced.

Nearly a hundred samurai swords glowed with a cold silver light, facing Sun Nan firmly, and the breath of death permeated the singing and dancing hall.

"Sine! Sine! Sine..."

As these gangsters roared one after another, they kept moving forward, and the encirclement became tighter and tighter.

But Sun Nan who was standing in the encirclement was indeed unmoved at all, his face was expressionless, and there was no sign of panic.

Perhaps Kashima Dailiangmaru who was sitting in the distance didn't feel it, but the gangsters surrounding Sun Nan felt a huge coercion enveloping them, as if they were carrying a mountain on their backs, making them breathless.

It seemed that it wasn't the hundred and ten of them who surrounded Sun Nan, but that Sun Nan surrounded the hundred and ten of them by himself.

In the end, the middle-level cadre couldn't suppress the fear in his heart, and took the lead in attacking Sun Nan.

At the moment when the enemy launched an attack, Sun Nan's eyes changed, and his figure rioted.

The murderous aura all over his body was like countless sharp swords, shooting out wildly in all directions.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Sun Nan picked up the baseball bat, and his body spun in a graceful circle, just like a ballet dancer turning in a graceful circle.

All the samurai swords slashing at him from around made a ping-pong sound, and all the baseball bats swung by Sun Nan bounced aside.

The huge rebounding force even shattered the tiger's jaws of those gangsters, and they almost lost their strength and were about to throw the samurai swords in their hands.

After turning around, a cold light flashed in Sun Nan's eyes, his body shot out like an arrow from the string, and two deep pits appeared on the ground.

Sun Nan swung the baseball bat without any moves, but just burst out all the strength in his body on the stick, and slammed it hard at the gangsters in front of him.

"Ping ping ping ping..."

The samurai sword that the little gangster was protecting on his chest was broken in two, his ribs were all broken, and he vomited blood and flew out.

He knocked down several gangsters behind him in a row before rolling to the ground.

Just when everyone was shocked, Sun Nan rushed in front of the two gangsters, reached out and grabbed the arms of the two, and twisted them hard.

The two gangsters screamed like killing pigs, their arms had turned into horrible twists, their bones were pierced through the skin and exposed to the air, and they collapsed on the ground, covering themselves and rolling non-stop.

After snatching their samurai swords, the murderous aura on Sun Nan's body was faintly transmitted to the samurai swords.

The originally silvery cold light turned into a slightly bloody brilliance.

"Anyone related to the Iga-ryu ninja must die!"