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Chapter 15 Want to run? Die!
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In the chaos, Roy used a dagger and knocked down one person with three strikes.

[Using dagger: Dagger proficiency +1]

He picked up the hammer on the ground, swung his arm, turned around, and started digging behind him.

The moment the hammer touched the skull, a crisp sound of bones breaking was heard, and the motorcycle gang member immediately fell to his knees. A large amount of thick blood gushed out of his head. With his pupils rolled up and the whites of his eyes visible, he fell to the ground and began to twitch all over.

[Use Hammer: Hammer Proficiency +1]

“Fuck!!!”

Hercule looked at his brother lying in a pool of blood, cursed loudly, and chopped at Roy's head with a machete.

Roy dodged sideways to avoid the blade, then turned around and kicked Hercule in the waist. Hercule lost his balance and stumbled forward, falling face first, with two front teeth knocked out when he hit the ground, blood gushing out of his mouth.

As the close combat becomes more intense.

The reminder sound kept ringing in Roy's ears.

The attributes of various melee and cold weapon types are greatly increased.

He also realized that the more he fought, the faster he became, the stronger he became, and it seemed as if his physical strength was infinite.

The bright red blood flowed down Roy's cheek into his mouth. He licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, and a terrible and ferocious expression appeared on his cheek. The bloodthirsty Roy tasted the blood, and this taste made him extremely excited.

With a hammer in his left hand and a dagger in his right hand, he rushed forward and kneed a motorcycle gang member in the air, dislocating his jaw.

[Knee strike: Bounce +1]

The sound of sirens could be heard faintly, growing louder and louder.

Shouts and screams were heard from the other side of the alley.

Roy looked back and saw Oscar leading the way, rushing towards them with a baseball bat in hand, followed by the Night Gang boss Rafar, and behind them were dozens of figures rushing towards them collectively.

Roy, whose eyes were red from killing, dropped the hammer, touched his cheek, then put the bloody finger in his mouth and tasted it.

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Then he picked up a frightened motorcycle gang member from the ground and stared into the man's eyes.

At this moment, the fear of being close to death surged from the motorcycle gang member's heart. He trembled involuntarily, and the area between his legs gradually became wet, with urine flowing down his trouser legs to the ground.

He tried to say something tremblingly, but could only chatter his teeth uncontrollably and could not utter a word. He had never seen anyone so good at fighting in his entire life. To be more precise, he had never seen such a perverted and bloodthirsty man in his entire life.

"No... don't kill me... I am..."

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The dagger pierced directly into his lower abdomen.

"what!!"

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A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"I'm……"

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Another knife.

"what!!"

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Three knives in a row.

"No, don't kill me, I'm one of you..."

Roy: "???"

He glanced at the man with the dull eyes, loosened his grip, and the motorcycle gang member instantly collapsed to the ground.

"what's the situation?"

at the same time.

Hercule struggled to get up.

He heard the sirens getting closer.

Looking back, I saw a large group of people rushing towards us from a distance.

Looking at the bodies lying on the ground and his seriously injured accomplices who were constantly moaning in pain, he gritted his teeth and rushed towards the nearest motorcycle with a look of resentment and unwillingness on his face.

Hercule quickly got on a Harley, squeezed the clutch, shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator. The wide tires of the Harley began to spin and rubbed violently against the ground, and thick smoke rose up.

"Want to run?"

Roy turned the dagger around, pinched the tip of the knife with his fingers, aimed at Hercule's back, and swung it out.

The dagger rolled forward rapidly in the air.

In an instant, a muffled groan was heard.

With a plop——

Hercule, who was stabbed in the back of his neck, fell to the ground, and the heavy Harley-Davidson fell to the ground and pressed on his legs. As his body continued to twitch, Hercule's eyes widened, blood spit out of his mouth, and his eyes were full of unwillingness. He did not close his eyes until his death.

"boss!!!"

Oscar's voice reached Roy's ears.

Rafar, who rushed to the scene, stopped suddenly, looked at the corpses all over the ground, and took a breath.

At this moment, in addition to the spiritual shock he felt, there was also an immense fear from the bottom of his heart.

Although Rafar knew that this matter had nothing to do with him, he was still afraid, and even he himself didn't know why.

"Boss, you..."

Looking around the ground, Oscar was also confused.

Oscar had the same reaction as the other members of the Night Gang following behind him and Rafar.

Roy gasped and looked at the Night Gang members with fierce eyes, blood dripping slowly along his fingers to the ground.

A large number of police cars appeared at both ends of the alley.

The alternating red and blue police lights illuminated the entire alley.

A "stab" sound.

The police car braked suddenly, completely blocking the scene from front to back.

next second.

Dozens of police officers rushed out of the car.

Countless pistols were raised and aimed at the Night Gang members and Roy who were holding various weapons.

"lay down your weapon!!"

"Put down your weapons immediately!!"

"Get down!!"

Hearing the police's shouts, the members of the Night Gang were all stunned.

Rafar and Oscar looked at each other, threw away their sticks, knelt on the ground, held their heads with their hands, and lay on the ground, shouting:

“Not us!!”

When the Night Gang members saw their boss lying on the ground, they dropped their weapons and lay on the ground with their hands on their heads.

"Hey! I'm talking to you! Put your hands over your head and lie down!"

one officer shouted to Roy, who was still standing.

Roy gasped and ignored the officer's shouts.

Jonathan walked out of the team slowly. He subconsciously lowered his head and carefully looked at the man covered in blood standing not far in front of him. The man looked familiar.

"Roy???"

Jonathan blurted out.

He finally saw the man's face stained with blood.

When Jonathan's colleagues who were not far away heard the name he said, they were all stunned. They looked at each other and looked carefully.

really……

The man standing among the corpses was their colleague, Roy.

Jonathan ran forward immediately.

Stepping over the corpses lying on the ground and the gang members groaning in pain, Jonathan came to Roy.

He held Roy's cheeks with both hands and asked anxiously:
"Are you OK?"

Roy shook his head: "I'm fine."

Jonathan quickly wiped Roy's cheek with his hand.

"Don't worry, none of this blood is mine."

Jonathan: "..."

He looked around at the mess on the ground and asked in astonishment: "What happened? Did you knock down all these people?"

Roy nodded: "Yes."

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Jonathan also gasped.

In shock, he turned around and shouted to his colleagues behind him:
"Call an ambulance, seal off the scene, and handcuff all these gang members. Don't let any of them go!"

"Yeah Si'er!!"

Oscar: "..."

Rafael: “???”

Night Gang Member: “???”

It's really poor...

(End of this chapter)