Chapter 254 The Unprofessional Gangster (4000)

Ta-ta-ta...ta-ta-ta...

The sound of leather shoes hitting the ground echoed in the passage.

If you listen carefully, you can see that it is two people walking in the passage. The one on the left is a white-haired old man wearing a black suit, with the temperament and posture of an elegant butler. On the right is a boy about fifteen or sixteen years old, with slightly hanging black hair and delicate facial features. Wearing a pair of calf-length boots and a black vest on his upper body, he looks low-key and elegant.

The white cuffs of the two have ancient silver-colored rotating eye prints, which seem to represent the crest of an ancient family.

Walking along the passage, the boy looked a little excited. A small fair face turned slightly red.

"Butler, those three people made such a big fuss. Isn't this considered a gang conflagration as mentioned in the magazine? The gangster eats the gangster?"

He talked about some uncommon words that he occasionally learned and expressed his opinions: "There was a gun battle just now."

The butler beside him nodded silently, and then said: "Master Youan, you are right. Judging from the scene where so many people fled in panic, there may be a large-scale gun confrontation inside. In addition, there is a high probability that there are more than three people. There may be other gunmen from the same gang as these three people, please take a good guess where this place is."

Euan thought for a moment: "Underground boxing ring? Or casino?"

He paused, recalling the clothes of the large number of guests who escaped from the passage before: "It's not a casino, it's an underground boxing ring..."

The butler nodded and then gave some guidance. Youan continued: "The boss of an underground boxing ring like this will definitely not have low black power, and there is a high probability that he has his own firearms smuggling channels. It is impossible to have heavy machine guns, and the probability of light machine guns is also very small. Most pistols, maybe There were submachine guns. There were quite a few men in black heading toward the underground boxing ring against the flow of people just like us. We saw more than ten of them, and the real number might be two to three times more, possibly armed with pistols and submachine guns. As a gang member, I need to at least maintain the bone armor defense at the metal level to avoid possible sudden attacks..."

The butler nodded again: "That's right."

As they talked, the two of them arrived at the last door of the underground boxing ring. Through the crack in the door, Youan could smell the strong smell of blood inside, which could not be concealed at all. He and the housekeeper looked at each other, and immediately stretched out their fingers to point between their eyebrows.

Under clothes, on the surface of the skin. A layer of light bone armor secreted from the pores like liquid and gradually solidified.

In a moment, You An was covered in white armor.

The butler stood in front of him, with some pattern-like black bone fragments appearing on his face. The two wanted to watch the gang fight at close range as participants, so they would inevitably be attacked if they opened the door. In case of an accident, the butler will stand in front of the young master to absorb most of the bullets, and then encourage the young master to attack.

Naturally, he brought Young Master Youan here this time not just to let him see the dark side of society, where gangs fight and kill people, and to practice logical thinking and so on. The most important thing is to let this place become the breeding ground for Master Youan's first murder. Unlike ordinary people, how can he not be stained with blood while carrying a sharp weapon? It's time for Master Youan to understand the difference between them and ordinary people. Only flowers watered with blood can bloom brightly...

"Bang!"

The closed door was directly knocked open, and the butler rushed in first. The black bone spurs pierced the fabric, making it inexplicably ferocious.

However, the expected hail of bullets did not appear.

The entire underground boxing ring was eerily quiet.

The housekeeper glanced at the scene in front of him and paused.

From behind, Euan also rushed over. He took a quick step, his eyes widened, and he put his right hand on the wall. "vomit!"

"vomit……"

My stomach was churning with acid, and my dinner was vomited out. I sniffed through my nostrils, and my nausea and vomiting became more frequent.

"This... this is not like a gun battle..."

The butler also frowned in disgust. Although he had killed many people, he had never seen such a bloody scene.

There are bullet holes and potholes everywhere, the neatly arranged wooden seats are in pieces, and there are some broken corridors that seem to have been knocked out by brute force. As far as the eye can see, there are the main aisle, the audience seats, and the circular space next to the ring. All of them were corpses, numbering about half a hundred in total, and all of them were bloody and mutilated, with missing limbs. You can often see hand and foot accessories scattered everywhere, lying limp and stuck to the ground.

The floor, walls, and aisles were also covered in blood. It's sticky and wet, and it feels extremely disgusting when you step on your leather shoes.

It's like a horrific scene reflected in hell.

People who are not mentally strong enough will faint from fear just by looking at him. It is normal for Master Youan to vomit like this.

After a minute of slowing down, Youan gradually stopped. It's not that I overcame nausea or anything, but that I vomited all I could.

He gasped and turned his head. When he saw a headless corpse kneeling on the ground not far away, he couldn't help but retch twice.

"But...butler, isn't this a gang fight?"

Euan vomited until there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Things are unexpected, young master..."

He frowned and led Euan towards the main aisle of the center. Soon the two saw more than a dozen white human skeletons, as well as lumps of red meat stuck together. Youan didn't dare to look for a moment, closed his eyes and let the housekeeper hold him.

But the smell of blood on the tip of his nose continued to make him nauseated.

The butler stretched out his hand with some solemnity and observed it carefully. He suddenly found that the skeleton in front of him was not connected to a single piece of meat, and it was butchered to the point of being clean.

"How... how did they do this?"

He was a little confused.

"Pah." Youan next to him suddenly exclaimed.

The butler turned his head and saw two round eyeballs on the ground. One was still intact, and the other was stepped on.

"Butler, let's go back. I don't want to be here..."

Youan finally couldn't help it, and the shame in his heart was also defeated. He is now deeply traumatized. How can a gang fight become a meat factory?

Because the underground boxing scene revealed a signal of unknown danger, the butler nodded very simply. Then he wanted to take Youan back the same way, but there were footsteps coming quickly in the passage. The steps were messy, and the number of people was not small.

The next second, seven or eight strong men in black uniforms rushed out of the passage. Holding a pistol in his right hand, he shot whenever he saw them.

"Kill them both!!!" a leader shouted.

All of a sudden, smoke and sparks burst out from the barrel of the raised pistol, and the bullet passed through and shot in the air.

The bullet hit Youan and the butler, but was blocked by the bone armor.

A streak of golden sparks exploded.

"You misunderstood, we didn't do it here!" Youan shouted while dodging, and his explanation was extremely pale.

The gunman had no intention of stopping the attack at all.

"Master, don't talk nonsense with these mortals! Let's kill them directly!" A fierce light flashed in the butler's eyes. He vaguely realized that the two of them seemed to be accidentally involved in a dangerous vortex. Leaving here first is the most important thing!

"Get out!"

He growled, and six sharp bone claws instantly grew on the backs of his hands. He rushed into the group of gunmen and danced fiercely.

Some strong men had their wrists cut in half and were bleeding profusely, some had a disfiguring scar on their faces, and some had bloodstains more than ten centimeters long on their chests. But they continued to rush forward as if nothing had happened, without any expression of pain on their faces.

They looked like numb and stiff puppets.

These gunmen threw away their guns, put their hands on the torn wounds, and pulled out blood-red cold weapons from them. Studded gloves, axes, swords, spears...

After pulling them out, those seemingly terrible injuries healed very quickly. The granulation tissue was wriggling disgustingly at the location of the wound.

At the same time, a series of footsteps came from the back of the passage, as if the enemy's reinforcements were still approaching.

"Master, let's go, let's go over there!"

The butler bounced back and grabbed the somewhat confused Youan. He ran quickly towards another passage.

And these men in black followed closely behind.

There were also some corpses in the passage, but they died cleanly, not as bloody and cruel as in the underground boxing ring.

The butler held Youan in one hand and turned into a black afterimage and ran quickly. To be honest, he regretted it a little. He really shouldn't have brought the young master out to see the world and hone his skills. The world he saw tonight was too big, so big that even he had never seen it before!

So, why would three stupid-looking gangsters be involved in such a dangerous supernatural event? !

Isn't it a bit too unprofessional?

Gangsters should just shoot and kill people honestly. Why get involved in the dangerous vortex of such supernatural events? Do you think your life is too big? You also accidentally involved yourself and the young master...

The butler swore that if he could see those three stupid groundhogs, he would definitely kick their butts with Youan's leather shoes. Oh, what a terrible situation.

After turning several corners in the passage, the butler was a little lost. There were several forks in the road, and he didn't know where they led to.

He picked one at random and rushed through it.

He was very fast, and he passed through the underground passage in a flash.

There were many crystal chandeliers hanging in the hall, and the bright light brought by them made the butler squint his eyes slightly, and he glanced over.

Then he saw three stupid groundhogs in the sea of ​​blood and corpses. They were grinding their teeth and sucking blood, and the scene was killing people like flies.

The white-haired one waved a whip, hung people in the air and strangled them, and tore off their heads. The blond's two fingers were like guns, easily piercing the opponent's brow and heart. The black-haired one was the most brutal.

The whole thing was a human-shaped meat knife, and the bloody figure split the flesh and bones in half, killing people like a work of art.

There was a unique and enchanting beauty that was hard to explain.

"It turned out to be those three gangsters! God!"

When he looked at their opponents again, they were the weird accomplices who had fought with him before. Now they were slaughtered like a group of pigs, as if the fish on the chopping board had no resistance at all.

Very good.

After running away, they came to the most dangerous center of the vortex.

The housekeeper slapped himself in his heart.

He wanted to take the young master back the same way, but there was another series of footsteps in the passage. They were the gunmen from before. And there were many more of them than before.

There were also two or three people wearing black robes, exuding a mysterious aura. They were obviously the leaders of this group of people.

A sense of danger flashed through the housekeeper's heart, and he quickly dodged sideways and did not get caught between the two groups of people.

As expected.

The gunmen who rushed out of the passage were attracted by the three people who were killing in the middle of the casino, and only a few came towards them.

Bang!

A gunman was blown away by the huge force and spun rapidly in the air. The blood spurting out of his mouth turned into a red mist.

The leader in black robes reached out to catch it and looked down. He found that the gunman was dead and his body functions and vitality were completely lost.

He snorted coldly and threw it away.

Then he stepped on the ground and rushed over.

The target was Kaxiu, who was closest.

A black shadow came in an instant with the wind and waves, and a white and slender palm stretched out from the cloak and slapped Kaxiu's vest fiercely.

This time, some kind of explosive technique was used, and the palm of the hand instantly accelerated in the air, squeezing the airflow and smashing it down fiercely.

Kaxiu naturally noticed it. He used brute force with his left hand to slap an enemy away, and then his right arm stretched out a big wheel. A reverse elbow hit it and hit it hard with the palm.

After a collision, the black-robed man stepped back, and Kaxiu's hasty response elbow also paused slightly. He narrowed his eyes and looked over, his sight mainly scanning several black-robed men.

"After killing so many young Blood Spirits, is the full Dead Blood finally here?" He propped up the platform with both hands, and flew over like a cannonball, facing the gunmen's hail of bullets.

The two Blood Spirits gunmen in the front were unlucky enough to be kicked in two, and the rest quickly scattered, surrounding them.

As if realizing that guns were useless to Kaxiu, they tore wounds on their bodies and took out weapons from the blood.

But Kaxiu didn't care much about the reactions of these Blood Spirits gunmen, and most of his attention was focused on the black-robed men. He spread his hands, as if teleporting, and suddenly appeared on the side of the black-robed man who had collided with him at the beginning.

He swung his right arm and tore it casually with a claw shape.

Unexpectedly, the black-robed man was quite agile, and he forced himself to use some familiar step skills to avoid the frontal claw.

The sharp claw shadow ripped the black hood.

A head of tea-green hair was waving in disorder, exposed under the bright yellow light. Then, a beautiful face with outstanding white skin was straightened again, and the narrow and charming eyes were sharp.

There was a prominent Adam's apple on the slender neck.

Kaxiu suddenly froze in place, and took a painless blow from the two Blood Spirit members next to him. He stared at this face deeply, and the memory that had been sealed in his mind seemed to reappear, the figure of the tea-green hair.

The two faces in his sight and memory quickly overlapped.

"Third Brother, Gordon Lanxi..."

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