MTL - The Road to Slaying God-Chapter 465 The killing is just the beginning

"Ga!", Racing tires and the ground due to severe friction between the brakes, the air is filled with a scorching smell of rubber.

Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu slowly got out of the car.

The motorcycle was parked by the sidewalk, and the place looked a bit shady, because a lush tree blocked the dew light.

More than thirty meters away, there is an entertainment city called "Asian Fantasy City", which belongs to the sphere of influence of the Vietnamese gang. Moreover, this is a training base for the Vietnamese gang. Women stay here for a period of time, from a week to a few months.

"sand!"

"sand!"

Zhang Yang and Ruan Wenwu gently slid the two watermelon knives over the motorcycle's fuel tank, making metallic friction sounds.

"You are familiar here, what do you say?" Su Dafeng gently tied the hand holding the watermelon knife tightly with a cloth strip. Only in this way will the watermelon knife not fall to the ground in the chaos, you know, ordinary people The physical strength is very limited. After continually wielding a dozen swords, most people will feel a sense of fatigue, and they will be tied to their hands. This will ensure that in the case of severe physical overdraft, there are weapons in their hands. Weapons fell to the ground due to intense confrontation.

"The security here is very strict, and the building behind this house is very complicated. It was difficult to catch people here before the police ransacked us. The only way we can do is to smash it and leave. Speed ​​is fast. Remember, we will definitely In the face of fierce resistance, as long as the person who resists is the enemy! "Ruan Wenwu's mouth glowed with a hint of viciousness, as if the person he was about to kill was not his compatriot at all.

"What's the matter with you?" Su Dafeng felt curious from Ruan Wenwu's bones, and couldn't help wondering.

"Actually, this time we took a woman to prepare for our own work. The boss here is my uncle's overwhelming brother. They laid the country together in the United States, but that man became the boss and my uncle became a gold medalist. Although he is a gold medal player, he has no rights. Even my uncle has difficulties at home and needs 100,000 US dollars, but my uncle's brother is unwilling to borrow ... "

...

In just a few words, Su Dafeng finally understood why it was so easy for him to fool this cold young man into his poor and white Chinese. Everything is because internal conflicts have already occurred. Ruan Chishan's death was just a fuse.

The two did not speak anymore, took a coat to cover the watermelon knife held in their hands and slowly walked towards the entertainment city. It was still early this time, and the entertainment city had just opened and there were no guests.

Most of the people who come here to spend are some people from the lower levels of the American society, because the consumption here is very low. For fifty dollars or even thirty dollars, you can find a beautiful and gentle Vietnamese woman. Of course, time is limited. Generally, it is 15 minutes to 45 minutes. According to the time, the price is set. The longer the time, the higher the consumption. The clock can also be used. It costs 50 dollars for half an hour. Therefore, most people who come here will control the time to ten. Within five minutes.

But don't underestimate the business. A slightly beautiful woman can do at least twenty-five minutes a day here and earn more than one thousand dollars. Even if two-thirds are deducted by the snakehead, the woman's income is considerable. It can reach more than three hundred dollars a day, and you can meet more generous guests. This is definitely a very huge income for a poor Vietnamese woman. Therefore, if a gang can control an entertainment city in the United States , Never have to worry about no woman ...

"Sir ... are you?"

When the two just entered the rusty revolving door, a door boy nodded and greeted him, but when he looked up to see Ruan Wenwu's face, he immediately froze, he felt this face was a little familiar, but But couldn't remember it for a moment.

"Sorry!"

"Munwu ... Ah ...!"

The muscles on Ruan Wenwu's face jumped, impressively, his hand was raised, and the coat flew up. When the boy just realized that he was making a cry, the watermelon knife passed like a shooting star in the night sky. His throat cut off his voice, and a blood swelled high under the brilliant lights ...

Watching Ruan Wenwu stride into the hall, the dripping watermelon blade still ticked with blood, Su Dafeng felt his heart burst for a while, like a hand holding his own internal organs tightly.

In fact, Su Dafeng was just preparing to hit the scene, but never thought of killing.

It was obvious that he knew the doorman, but when the sharp watermelon knife fell, he didn't hesitate, it was clean and deadly.

Ruan Wenwu is like a hungry wolf devouring the life of his compatriots in the hall. His hand is waving like a tireless machine, too fast, so fast that many Vietnamese waiters have not responded and are dead Huangquan was lost, and a pool of blood was flowing in the hall. Two old black men who had just come downstairs saw the blood splattered in the air, and they fainted on the ground.

Su Dafeng did not have a chance to make a knife at all.

Ruan Wenwu seems to have vented the death and resentment of Ruan Chishan here ...

Instead of taking the elevator, the two took the stairs.

"What's the matter with you?" Ruan Wenwu felt that there was no sound behind him. Looking back, Su Dafeng looked pale and couldn't help asking.

"It's nothing."

"Go, I will never let any one of my enemies go." Ruan Wenwu grinned his teeth and resentfully said.

"go!"

Looking at Ruan Wenwu's strong back, Su Dafeng had turned his pale face into a pale color. No doubt he was Ruan Wenwu's biggest enemy.

"What are you doing? Ah ..."

The two walked from the lobby stairs to the first floor, and the resistance began to intensify. After exiting the stairs, they were blocked by a waiter with a tray in hand. The waiter saw the watermelon knife dripping blood in Ruan Wenwu's hands, and directly took The tray fell on Ruan Wenwu ...

Because the place was narrow, even though Ruan Wenwu avoided the tray, the boiling water on the tray was still dripping on his arm. Fortunately, Su Dafeng chopped the man's neck with a knife, otherwise the man would run away.

They must make a quick decision or they will definitely be trapped here.

The resistance began to get more and more fierce, and it seemed that the entire building was getting news, and the resistance of the organized surnames began to appear. People were constantly in front of them with messy weapons. There are sticks, there are chairs, there are cups, there are plates ...

Second floor!

Third floor!

Fourth floor!

When they reached the fourth floor, the two were exhausted, and the gauze that tied their hands was dyed red. The most important thing was that some control knives had appeared, and their watermelon knives were no longer able to take advantage.

"Leave!" Ruan Wenwu slammed violently, slashing one arm of the person in front of him, and then ran back, and at this time, Su Dafeng was behind him. Most of the blood on him was Ruan Wenwu's blood splashed on him after he cut down his opponent.

The two of them seemed to be blowing a whirlwind and suddenly rushed down. They were full of resistance to them, and the six Vietnamese gathered together were stunned, but this one, they had disappeared at the stairs.

"Dangdang", Su Dafeng ran away and untied the watermelon knife tied with gauze in his hand, threw to the ground and ran all the way.

"Boom, boom ..."

The motorcycle made a roar, like an off-string arrow disappearing under the dim street light. Behind the motorcycle, there came a burst of iron smashed to the ground.

...

"How?" Su Dafeng disinfected Ruan Wenwu with alcohol, bandaging his knife. He was not injured because he had been hiding behind Ruan Wenwu, but Ruan Wenwu had no such good luck. Not only was his back cut off twice, but his face was also cut off. The wound was shallow though It's not deep, but it's very long, from the forehead all the way to the corner of the mouth, slanted, slightly cut to the eyes.

"It's okay, what shall we do now?" Ruan Wenwu asked with pain.

"I had another plan, but you are injured now ..." Su Dafeng hesitated a bit, apparently, Ruan Wenwu's injury had affected the plan.

"I want to do nothing tonight, hit them a few more places and force them to negotiate with us." Su Dafeng said.

"It's okay, I can stand it, this time, where is it ..."

Ruan Wenwu stood up, his eyes were fierce, and his gauze tied gauze around his forehead like a filial son Dai Xiao.

Seeing Ruan Wenwu's resolute face, Zhang Yang, who had been observing in secret, couldn't help glaring at the Vietnamese. If this person did not die after following Su Dafeng, he would surely become a great weapon.

Unfortunately, he followed Su Dafeng, a Chinese who did not feel any guilt for killing the Vietnamese.

Where did it fall?

"Back to Asia Dream City, we just smashed there, my uncle's good brother will definitely pass by!" Ruan Wenwu sneered with a sneer.

(To be continued)