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Lu Jiusuo grasped the handle of the ax on his head, raised his knees, and shouted to his brother hiding in the dark, "Change weapons! Conventional ammunition is useless to it, it is a special equipment..."

With a bang, something on the opponent's "spine" was blown off, his neck tilted, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Holding the giant axe, Lu Jiusuo heard a strange voice blowing like the wind: "The sixth vertebra of this model is defective, and conventional bullets can penetrate it."

He hurriedly turned around, only to see a bony black figure grasping the skeleton wielding the sledgehammer from behind, and with an easy fall, he fell in front of Lu Jiusuo: "Fuck him."

The tone was very calm, as if to say "Let's play", Lu Jiusuo saw it clearly now, it looked like a skeleton, without a piece of armor on its body, it was the skeleton brought back by the same car with Tunsheng Dao, Cen Zhuo liked it very much Double CPU!

Who is manipulating?

Before he had time to think about it, he put his knees down, raised his hands above his head, and smashed down with all his strength. With one blow, the opponent's chest cavity was shattered, and the chemical battery at the waist sprayed out a lot of corrosive liquid.

Standing up panting heavily, the skeleton on the opposite side disappeared. Lu Jiusuo was stunned for two seconds, and immediately ran to the disassembly workshop of the second line of defense.

Here is the same as the gate, the corpses of Jialantang are everywhere, passing through the ruins of blood and fire, he crossed his hands over his shoulders, grabbed the handle of the knife behind him, and with a groan, the two knives were unsheathed.

On the 88th, there are three Baidanba left. If you are lucky, there will be two. He trotted up, with the blade facing outwards in front of him. Tonight, he will sacrifice his life for righteousness.

Suddenly, he stopped, and stared at the surroundings of the workshop in disbelief. The ground was full of skeletons, including those of the old man, and those few Baidanba whose origins were unknown.

"I cao..." Who has the ability to deal with three high-level skeletons at the same time?The answer was ready to come out, it was the skeleton, he went all the way from the dismantling workshop to the gate!

Lu Jiusuo shuddered, turned around and looked at the quiet courtyard of Jialantang, his heart was beating wildly, Cen Zhuo!

"Ah Choo!" Cen Zhuo wiped his nose.

Reincarnated Fire and Black Dice lay beside him: "Boss, did you catch a cold?"

"It's okay, brother Jiu must be talking about me again."

"Ninth Brother, it's true," Gao Xiu laughed, "It's only been a while since we separated..."

Yuan Zhen kicked him, they were ambushing on a hillside behind the main hall of No. 88, and the cart with the swallowing knife was also there. Tonight, No. 88 was dispatched to attack Jialan hall at night. The main hall must be empty, Cen Zhuo He must be given a surprise, a surprise, and a bottom line!

Sporadic explosions sounded from the southwest direction. It was the Jialan Hall, whose scale was larger than they expected. Yuan Zhen clenched the manipulator, gritted her teeth, and waited for Cen Zhuo to say something.

"Reincarnation Fire, Black Dice!" Cen Zhuo did as he wished, "Lead the main force of the Garan Hall, and wipe out No. 88 for me!"

Like greyhounds waiting to rush out of the track behind the iron fence, the riders couldn't wait. As soon as the order from the eldest brother came out, they all showed their weapons and jumped down, rushing towards No. 88 like a ball of fire.

The reincarnation fire opens the way, continuously spraying high-temperature flames from the 24 fire vents on both ribs, behind the black dice, using the built-in neutrons to project an energy field along the road, the field energy is silent and colorless, once someone or a bone accidentally bumps into it, it will be destroyed. The overactive cluster of neutrons explodes into fly ash.

Cen Zhuo yawned as he watched these boys show their abilities, and looked around boredly. He was suddenly attracted by a row of heavy trucks parked outside the back door of No. 88.

Something was wrong, he straightened himself up, the trucks that deliver the cargo were usually left unattended and usually dirty, but this row of trucks was carefully covered with tarpaulin.

He ordered his younger brother to cover, and slid down the hillside alone. The courtyard was beaten so hard that no one cared about guarding. He easily approached the truck team, stuck to the outside of the wheel, and lifted the tarpaulin against the light.

Under the thatch is a large, blooming lotus emblem.

Cen Zhuo was stunned: "Ran... Society?"

He turned around and ran up the hillside, tripped twice because of his anxiety, returned to the younger brother in a bit of embarrassment, and hastily ordered: "Tell all the bones to come back immediately, brother Jiu can't stand it!"

"Ah? What's going on, brother!"

"Do as I say!" He opened the door of the transport vehicle, dragged the driver off and jumped on it, turned the steering wheel and made a quick U-turn, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and galloped in the direction of C-word Shenyang.

How could the dyeing society be in Shenyang!Those cars were transported by them, so there was nothing wrong with it. Could it be... he clenched the steering wheel, and he pissed them off by pretending to be a peony lion?No, not so fast. They secretly entered Shenyang and intervened in the forces of No. 88. They wanted to... Cen Zhuo slammed the steering wheel, and the horn sounded a long beep. Dye Society!

Yuan Zhen and the others followed, and they could see a huge figure running on the snow from the rearview mirror. Cen Zhuo continued to speed up, and when he was about to return to Jialantang, he saw that Lu Jiusuo was still alive!

Lu Jiusuo was indeed alive, not only alive, but also ordered the surviving younger brothers to search for someone in the yard. Cen Zhuo rushed into the gate, grabbed his collar from behind, pulled him to the front to confirm, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"What the hell are you looking for?" He asked, the yard is full of the corpses of Jialantang, what can you find?

Lu Jiusuo saw worry, uneasiness, and perhaps a little bit of attachment in his eyes: "That dual CPU, one person killed four hundred and eight."

Cen Zhuo tilted his head, looking at him like a madman.

"Really, there are three that should be solved at the same time. The skeleton of the dual CPU is there, but the controller is gone."

"It's all rotten like that, can it still be used?"

Lu Jiu laughed: "Without it, I wouldn't be able to live now."

Hearing him talk about death, Cen Zhuo's heart palpitated: "The dye house is behind No. 88."

"I know."

"The Swallowing Knife can no longer be kept."

"What do you want?"

Cen Zhuo licked his lips: "Give back such a hot potato to the Freedom Army."

He turned to leave, but was stopped by Lu Jiu: "Xiao Zhuo, there is one more difficult matter."

Cen Zhuo looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"Old Fang from the Freedom Army... died here."

Cen Zhuo changed color instantly.

"The body has been packed, and I will go to the Freedom Army at dawn..."

"I'll go," Cen Zhuo said decisively, that is the head of Shenyang City, "It's not your responsibility."

The first ray of morning light rose from the eastern sky, illuminating the young corpses that were too late to clean up in the Garan Hall. Cen Zhuo was wearing an exquisite black suit and fur, with his hair pulled back with grease, stepping on scattered guns and Congealed blood, sit in his decent limousine.

Behind is Lao Fang's coffin, and two K-3 heavy trucks, which drove out from the smashed gate of the hall and headed for the base camp of the Freedom Army [-] kilometers away.

It was very quiet in Jiazi City, probably because it was still early. Cen Zhuo's convoy drove smoothly to the gate of the Liberty Army. Brush looked this way.

Cen Zhuo got off the car outside the door, without letting Gao Xiu follow, and walked into the densely packed free army alone, those people glared at him, and backed away in small steps in anger and fear.

Cen Zhuo went all the way to the meeting hall in the middle of the compound, the door was closed, he knew that Jinshui, the leader of the Freedom Army, was inside.

"Shenyang City C, President of Jialan Church, Cen Zhuo," according to the club's rules, he first reported his family name, "Shenyang City A, Liberty Army, President Jinshui!"

The crowd booed loudly, but there was no movement at the door.

Cen Zhuo turned his head and waved to Gao Xiu outside the door, who immediately unloaded the car, carefully carried out a coffin, supported by four people, and sent it to the meeting hall.

The crowd boiled over, it was the head of their family alone, they went to Jialan Hall last night and did not come back, the shouts of "stepping down the Bingzi" and "paying the debt with blood" can be heard endlessly.

"President Jin!" Cen Zhuo opened his mouth, and the noise around him disappeared. Everyone was waiting for him to see what he had to say.

"It was not my Jialantang that killed the head of Fang's family." Cen Zhuo raised his hand and shook off the fur on his shoulders. "The one who killed him was No. 88 who attacked my Jialantang at night! And the head of No. 88 has already been killed by me."

The crowd was in an uproar, and the A, B, and C families confronted each other. There had been no major conflicts, but last night, two heads died in the same place overnight. This can be regarded as a precursor to war.

The door of the chamber remained untouched.

Cen Zhuo raised his right hand. This small move stimulated the nervous Freedom Army. For a while, gunshots rang out everywhere. Cen Zhuo waved his hand at them jokingly, telling them to look outside the yard. There were two K-3 heavy trucks parked there. The bucket slowly stood up, revealing two skeletons, one on the left and one on the right, one of which was the Sun Moonlight of the Liberation Army.

"President Jin, don't you want to know what's in your truck?" Cen Zhuo pointed to another mysterious skeleton more than four meters high, "I brought it back to you, the Swallowing Knife of the Lion Hall!"

Too shocked, but the crowd was dead silent.

The door of the meeting room moved, and then slammed open to both sides. Behind the door stood a woman wearing riding boots, 23 years old, with a single ponytail and a pair of bright big eyes.

"Boss!" The free soldiers all bowed towards the meeting hall, and it was obvious that this woman was usually very disciplined.

"President Jin, Jialantang's sincerity," Cen Zhuo opened his arms, "Have you received it?"

Jin Shui stared at him condescendingly: "Sincerity?" She smiled brightly, "My goods, you give me back the next day, is it sincerity? ?”

As she spoke, she pulled out something from her back and threw it down the steps. With a ding, it was a bright short knife.

"A stab at yourself," she said, "is sincerity!"

Cen Zhuo narrowed his eyebrows and stared at her, stared at her, suddenly smiled, ignored Gao Xiu's obstruction, picked up the knife and weighed it: "Good knife," he tensed the corners of his jaw, unbuttoned his suit one by one, lifted the On the left side of the skirt, there are no important organs there, "It's tied, you will deal with No. 88 with me?"

Jin Shui squatted down on the steps and looked at him with a smile: "You pierce it first, then we'll talk after you pierce it."

Cen Zhuo pointed the tip of the knife at the gap between the ribs, tried to press it, then gritted his teeth, thinking, Brother Jiu will feel distressed when he goes back: "Yeah!"

Blood seeped through the white shirt, staining the hand holding the knife red. He didn't even move his brows, and stared at Jin Shui without squinting. She put away her smile and said coldly, "Give me back the knife."

Drawing the sword would cause excessive blood loss, Gao Xiu was furious: "You Liberation Army, don't go too far!"

There are so many free soldiers, and no one speaks back.

Cen Zhuo patted his shoulder with a bloody hand, raised his head, raised the corners of his mouth, with a bit of evil charm, pulled out the knife from his ribs, swung his arms over, rubbed Jin Shui's hair, nailed it On the door of the chamber.

Jin Shui stood up on her knees and asked her people, "Are you satisfied?"

No one spoke.

"Chairman Cen, from today onwards, the Liberation Army and Jialantang are brothers!" She pulled the dagger from the gate, wiped the blood off her clothes, and held it up high, "Another day, Jinshui will come to visit!"

The free army broke out into enthusiastic cheers, Cen Zhuo didn't say anything, turned around with a frown, and walked out all the way through the snow. Gao Xiu wanted to help him, but he didn't let him.

Blood dripped down his feet, drawing a straight red line from the Freedom Army's yard, until he got into the car, he leaned on Gao Xiu's shoulder and grunted in pain.