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0112 It¡¯s all rubbish
Quiet as a virgin, active as a rabbit!
In an instant, Liao Yang, as if he had turned into thunder, swung a knife with his right hand and struck Thor's throat!
Thor¡¯s eyes almost popped out of his head. He covered his neck, took two steps back, and squatted on the ground against the wall. Liao Yang took the opportunity to grab his head with both hands, and squeezed it hard with both hands. There was a crisp sound, and Thor's neck was instantly broken. His head turned a hundred and eighty degrees strangely, looking at the wall behind him. Liao Yang threw him aside, then walked to the door and knocked on the door three times in the same manner as he had just observed.
Just when the people inside thought everything was normal, Liao Yang shook his hands, and two flying knives fell into his left and right hands respectively. Liao Yang kicked open the bathroom door, and what he saw were three shocked faces! Without hesitation, he threw out two flying knives.
The wound on his left shoulder hurt, causing Liao Yang to tilt the flying knife in his left hand slightly!
Pfft!
Two throwing knives, one was pierced between c4¡¯s eyebrows, and the other was pierced on the typewriter¡¯s arm. c4 Putong fell to his knees and lay on the ground, blood staining the ground red. The typewriter screamed, his eyes red, looking at the flying knife piercing his arm.
¡°Fuck!¡±
The red devil cursed angrily, then took off a pistol from his waist, but stuffed it back.
"Don't shoot, you will be exposed in advance."
As he spoke, he took off a "Mad Dog" combat saber with a cold light from his trouser leg, and walked towards Liao Yang.
"Ready to detonate!"
While he was talking, the typewriter ignored the flying knife on his arm. He walked to the wall, took over the work of C4, and continued to attach patch explosives for blasting on it. The Red Devil had already walked in front of Liao Yang, swung the saber in his hand, and swept it towards Liao Yang's throat!
Liao Yang took a step back, instantly pulled out his belt, and whipped it like a whip!
Snapped!
The whip struck Red Devil¡¯s hand, causing pain in Red Devil¡¯s right hand. The saber fell to the ground with a clang. Liao Yang took out his belt again, this time hitting the red devil's face!
But the Red Devil reached out and grabbed Liao Yang's belt, and then pulled it toward him! He was so strong that Liao Yang was dragged over! Then, the Red Devil grabbed the belt and wrapped it around Liao Yang's neck, preparing to strangle Liao Yang to death! Liao Yang did not resist, but took advantage of the red devil to strangle him hard, put his fingers into his pocket, grabbed two nails, clamped them between his fingers, and sent them directly behind his head!
Phew!
The two nails immediately pierced the Red Devil's chin, and the Red Devil let out a scream, and the strength in his hands also relaxed a little. Liao Yang immediately broke free, held the blade in his left hand, and wiped it towards the Red Devil's neck. The Red Devil was also a ruthless person. He actually endured the pain and stretched out his right hand to grab Liao Yang's left wrist. His palm was like an iron hoop, and Liao Yang couldn't break free for a while.
"Go to hell!"
But the typewriter couldn't bear it anymore. As soon as he attached the bomb, he immediately rushed over, threw himself behind Liao Yang, and tightly strangled Liao Yang's neck with his hands.
Liao Yang slapped his right hand back, and the back of his hand hit the nose of the typewriter, making the nose of the typewriter bloom! Then, Liao Yang kicked back, causing the typewriter to lose its balance. Then he grabbed his collar with his right hand, threw him over his shoulder, and threw the huge body of the typewriter out, hitting the red devil who was holding him!
The body of a typewriter weighs at least a hundred kilograms. Throw it over and the Red Devil can¡¯t bear it! He subconsciously let go of Liao Yang's wrist, and at the same time stretched out his hands to catch the body of the typewriter. Liao Yang rolled on the spot, picked up the saber at his feet, and waved it hard with both hands!
With a pop, the saber cut into the typewriter's neck, and blood gurgled out. The typewriter stared, clutched his neck, hung upside down in the Red Devil's arms, and lost his life unwillingly.
¡°Fuck! Fuck!!¡±
The Red Devil let out an angry roar. He no longer hesitated and pushed away the body of the typewriter. At the same time, he pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Liao Yang.
But Liao Yang, who was lying on the ground just now, disappeared. There was a sound of wind in the Red Devil's ears. He immediately turned his head and saw a bright white blade passing through his neck. Then, his eyes were filled with blood again, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in red light. Something kept dripping out of his neck, taking away his strength.
The Red Devil covered his neck, screamed twice, and finally fell down, lying in a pool of blood.
"Huh"
Liao Yang also sat down on the ground. His shoulder hurt badly.As if they were in tune with each other, they started playing at the same time.
At first, it seemed like a small stream flowing around everyone. The stream flows slowly by, making people feel happy. But after a while, the stream merged into a small river, and the river flowed faster and faster, becoming more and more turbulent. In front of the cliff, the river turned into a waterfall, falling rapidly.
Everyone¡¯s emotions kept rising and falling along with the music, sometimes low and sometimes high. Xia Qingcheng stood in the background, staring blankly at the two people on the stage. At this moment, the two seemed to be a match made in heaven. As the saying goes, the golden boy and the beautiful girl are a pair that even God cannot break apart. Although the music was pleasant, Xia Qingcheng's heart was beating fast for some reason, making her feel uncomfortable, uneasy, and sore.
After the two of them finished playing a song, the audience was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and you could faintly hear the heavy breathing of the audience in the front row.
At this time, one person reacted and slowly clapped his hands. Like a virus, it slowly infects those around it. The applause became louder and louder, and soon it was overwhelming and overwhelming.
Zhao Mengsheng stood on the stage. At this moment, she couldn't bear it anymore. The softest thing in her heart was touched by this scene, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.
"I'm very happy"
She wiped away her tears, "But why I just can't help crying" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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