Plural Apostles

boom! !

A gunshot rang out, and the person who had just shouted fell to the ground with his hands on his legs and screamed, but the people who were still approaching did not stop at all... Just as they did not dare to kill Siegfried, Siegfried did not dare to kill them either. Now, Siegfried's every move will be magnified. If he kills someone in this situation, then he made a mistake, that is, he tore his own amulet.

Of course, Siegfried can also see from this point that these guys who are about to put themselves in the hospital to lie down are definitely not ordinary rebellious punks.

They will be very measured in their actions, and they will never let themselves lie in the mortuary if they say that they will lie in the hospital.

boom!boom!boom! ...

Siegfried shot continuously, accurately hitting the people rushing up one by one, most of them hit the opponent's legs, and soon there was no ammunition in the pistol, so he put the pistol away, and he was gradually pushed into a desperate situation .

"If you want to send me to the hospital, then it won't hurt if I bring a few more people in together."

With a smile on his face, Siegfried punched a rushing man in the face. At the same time, someone from behind smashed him on the back with a stick, causing a muffled sound.

When they are really put together to fight and fight, unless they are holding weapons of mass destruction, a person is just one person anyway. There is a limit to physical strength, eyes can only see ahead, and no matter how fast the speed is, it is impossible to violate human rights. The physiological structure, let alone being blocked in an alley, surrounded by enemies in front and behind, and the enemies are all "elites".

This trip to the hospital is definitely going to go in...

Siegfried smashed a person's teeth with one punch, was attacked left and right, and at the same time crazily attacked the people around him, but he must get more people to go to the hospital with him!He roared loudly, venting his emotions with his voice, and in the melee, he used his eight fists to fight wildly. He didn't know who he hit, and at the same time, he didn't know who he hit.

"What are you doing?!"

"what!!"

Pain came from all over the body, physical strength was exhausted in the melee, and consciousness was gradually blurred due to fatigue and pain... Huh?Why does it sound like there are screams?

At some point, the number of people beating him gradually decreased, and screams came from the front one after another. Panting heavily, Siegfried raised his head and looked forward. He suddenly felt a little dark in his vision, and subconsciously touched Touching his forehead, his hand was stained with blood.

But these are not as shocking as the scene in front of them.

Can the fierce generals and generals in ancient society be able to defeat a hundred with one?No one knows, but it's possible—you have eaten well since childhood, exercised well, rode steeds on the battlefield, wore finely crafted armor, held handy long weapons, and added a bit of talent to deal with It is possible to have a hundred malnourished, poorly trained, and uncooperative minions.

The times are obviously different now. One against a hundred is very simple, just hold a weapon of mass destruction at a distance and you're done. As for close combat, trying to fight against a hundred with one against a hundred?Kindergartens and nursing homes may be okay.

However, Siegfried saw a character who was really fighting many with his bare hands.

The opponent rushed towards him from the entrance of the alley, and the people around him were dragged by the opponent. To deal with this sudden enemy, these black people obviously had no intention of holding back, but no matter who was holding what weapon, they rushed to the opponent When they were in front of them, they were all quickly knocked down with one move.

Or kick on the leg, and fall down wailing with the sound of dislocation of the joints, or use the strength of the hand to push the heads of the rushing people to the wall with a bang, fast and fierce, and flexibly move the heads of the rushing people one by one. Those who came fell down on their own way forward.

Maybe someone rushed in from the alley, and there was no one besieging him behind him, but being able to do this kind of thing subverted Siegfried’s cognition slightly—these black people were not sick, nor were they children or the elderly. .

In the end, the opponent's hands made a person's movements out of shape, and then kicked him on the waist. With a muffled bang, the person hit the wall, and was followed by a nose bridge correction punch, and fell down with a blooming face. .

"Huh...huh..."

Siegfried leaned against the dirty wall, smiled and looked at the last person who had knocked down and walked over quickly: "I really wonder if you spend all your time practicing fighting skills... Don't wear that dress today, Miss Caroline."

"Mr. Police, who looks very embarrassed, your eyes may be a little blurred." Wearing a loose hand-made white sportswear, with a mask on his head that exposed his mouth and eyes, the mysterious thief still had that easy-going accent, "I'm just a righteous partner who walks in the dark and keeps watch for the light."

"...Really?" Siegfried coughed twice, still smiling, "Why did you suddenly change your clothes?"

"Dancing people are tired of the dazzling and exaggerated stage, and now they are more willing to dance alone in the dark night. Only the company of the dark night and tranquility can show the value of light and noise." The mysterious thief looked down at Siegfried, wrapped in The outline of her head outlined by the mask on her head is actually a bit big, and Siegfried can guess that it is the other party's forced hair. Man... you should proceed with caution."

"So what happened to me? Miss Phantom Thief, you casually threw me an explosive piece of information. Now it seems that the source of everything will be more troublesome than what I thought before? Cough cough cough..."

Siegfried narrowed his eyes slightly, and the blood flowed down his forehead again.

There was the siren of an ambulance and a police car outside.

The mysterious phantom thief glanced at the people on the ground who were wailing or groaning, or who were in a coma, and suddenly asked, "What do you think of these people?"

"Huh? Cough..." Siegfried twitched the corners of his mouth, and couldn't hold back his smile, "I'm very disappointed... If the meaning of human life is destined to hurt others, that would be too disappointing. You're leaving? Won't you reveal something to me?"

"A person with a heart will never let go of the darkness revealed on the surface of the water... and the meeting is precious because it is short-lived, isn't it? I hope that the next meeting will be like a dragon and a tiger-let me ask you an interesting question, What is your love?"

"Ok?"

"Don't want to answer?"

"Your view of love? I don't have love, and I don't dare to have love. Love is not suitable for a big man like me, haha."

"What if you have love?"

Siegfried was stunned for a moment, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became a little subtler. He looked at the mysterious Phantom Thief without speaking.

"Love is a precious treasure and the only thing that cannot be stolen. Don't disappoint the person who loves you deeply... Maybe love is something that you need to give up in front of reason and reality, but for love, You are the whole world, and sometimes, I wish you could make some romantic mistakes."

"you……"

this person……

Opening his mouth to say something, Siegfried felt a blur before his eyes, and the other party had already run to the depths of the alley. The hood that was slightly protruding because of his hair shook slightly as the other party ran, which seemed quite funny .

Police and doctors carrying stretchers rushed in from the alley.

Siegfried relaxed his tense nerves and suddenly passed out.

Chapter 770 IX Countless Things in the World

Siegfried was lying on the hospital bed on an IV. His injuries were not too serious, they were all skin traumas, but his physical exertion was too violent, and he accidentally sprained himself during the fight.

"Doctor, I don't think it's a big problem..."

"Mr. Police, you should continue to lie down. For ordinary people, even if it is a skin trauma, there will not be as many as you." The doctor held an examination report beside him, and he frowned slightly, "People will Coma, there can be many factors...Mr. Police, your injury is not enough to make you unconscious, do you usually drink coffee and stay up late?"

Siegfried smiled and didn't deny it: "Sometimes I can't take care of so much when I'm busy."