"Li, instead of making progress, you are getting weaker and weaker." RAM stared at the young man kneeling in front of him with a cold voice. "I heard you made a deal with them and planned to get rid of me. Friendship is really unreliable, and interest is the Supreme God who dominates everything."

"Why don't you talk? You feel ashamed to collude with Zhao Qili to deal with your former employer? Do you have such four words in your Chinese dictionary as" bite the hand that feeds you? "Ram's leather boots stepped on the young man's fingers and twisted them with his cheeks. Suddenly, there was a creak of dislocation of bones, which made the latter scream immediately.

A blue eyed blonde killer put a pistol on the back of the young man's head and said to ram in a fluent foreign language: "commander, this is the trump card of the blood skeleton? It's embarrassing for our generation. Let me kill him."

Ram waved his hand, then bent down, grabbed the young man's hair, lifted his head, stared at the latter's flashing eyes, and a doubt quietly filled his eyes: "how did you become like this? Li, is this really you?"

"What a pity." with a slight sigh, ramson opened the young man, took two steps back and waved at the blonde killer, "don't keep it. A dagger that has lost its edge has no value."

Ram turned around with a disappointed look, as if he didn't want to see the death of the young man.

The blonde killer sneered and told the others, "let him go."

The two killers who held the young man immediately let go and stepped back several steps.

The young man stood up and looked around nervously, as if he wanted to find an escape, but he had been surrounded by ram's killers, and he had no way to escape.

The blonde killer took out a knife from his waist and threw it at him. He said coldly, "this is yours."

The young man shrank back in fear and let the short knife fall to the ground with a clang.

"It makes me sick." the blonde killer disdained at the corners of his mouth. "But if I kill you, I'm the trump card. Pick up your knife and don't look like a pig to be slaughtered."

The young man hurriedly picked up the short knife from the ground, stabilized his mind and stared at the blonde killer opposite.

Ram said in a deep voice, "hurry up, don't delay."

"Yes." the blonde killer responded, took out a short knife from his waist and crossed his face. His body was slightly arched, like a cheetah ready to go, "I will show you how fast my knife is."

"I... I don't fight..." the young man said tremblingly, his hand shaking violently. Before that, he had received extremely strict training, but he was really in such an environment, but he threw away all the things he had learned before.

"It's too late!" yelled the blonde killer. He kicked hard at his feet. His body suddenly burst up, and the short knife in his hand directly cut the throat of the young man opposite.

At this moment, a dark shadow suddenly swept out of the darkness from afar, knocked over two killers who were protecting the periphery and broke into the duel in the middle.

The figure approached quickly. Before the blonde killer could react, he felt that his chest was severely hit by the latter's elbow. Suddenly, he felt a surge of blood and blood, and the short knife in his hand couldn't help taking off his hand.

The short knife was quickly grasped by the latter, while the other hand pressed the blonde killer's head. The short knife circled around his neck, and then was grasped again. Tiptoe on the shoulder of the blonde killer, the latter turned up three or four meters in the air and landed steadily on the ground without making a sound.

The blade touched the stone floor and made a crisp sound. Immediately, a cold voice sounded slowly: "dying under your own knife is the real shame of a killer."

"Can you feel how fast my knife is?"

"Good... Fast..." the blonde killer wriggled his lips and spit out a bad Mandarin. Immediately, blood gushed from the knife edge of his neck. His body tilted, his head fell off his body first, like a ball of skin, and rolled out all the way.

In an uproar, RAM suddenly turned around and stared at the sudden figure. Then he looked at the young man who had been scared to kneel on the ground and trembled all over. There was a flash of horror on his face. Two li Qing?

"Ram, you don't feel confident about the trump cards you used to play under your hands. Am I comparable?" Li Qing slowly got up and laughed at the corners of his mouth, "Yo, why did your nose collapse?"

"Li, as like as two peas, you've got a stand up," Rahm pointed at the young man who was exactly the same as Li Qing.

Li Qing did not answer, but just stared at RAM with a smile: "I asked you how your nose is crooked?"

"You!" ram's whole face turned blue and purple, raised his hand, and dozens of gun muzzle all around aimed at Li Qing's vital point.

"Stop!" Li Qing waved his hand. "Don't get me wrong. I'm here to tell you important news. Believe it or not, I suggest you listen."

Ram looked slightly changed: "what news?"

He glanced around from the corner of his eye. Li Qing said angrily, "after all, you have three-thirds of the friendship of your colleagues? Put the gun down, okay!"

A killer coldly shouted, "did you ever read the friendship of robes when you killed? You are not a blood skeleton for a long time!"

Li Qing shrugged at ram: "my news is very important. Do you want to listen to it? Since I can break into here, are you worried that I won't run?"

When he found that ram didn't speak, Li Qing straightened up his chest and roared around with his hips: "shoot! Don't dare to shoot! I raised you! Who am I? I'm the first team of blood skeletons. You second and third tier garbage want to step on my shoulder?"

"And you bastard, I'm angry when I see you." Li Qing said angrily and walked towards the fake disguised as himself. "You can pack my skin, but you can't pack my bones, so you know to run out and discredit me!"

The voice fell. Li Qing grabbed the young man's collar and threw him out directly. The latter drew an elegant parabola in the air, fell heavily to the ground, immediately screamed and almost fainted in pain.

The killers on all sides couldn't bear it. They were about to pull the trigger. As a result, Li Qing suddenly waved his hand: "don't act rashly. Li has arrogant capital. You are really far worse than him."

Li Qing turned his head and sneered, "do you know?"

"The glory of the blood skeleton has gone forever. After you, I haven't found anyone to take over." RAM sighed softly. "Come on, what's your news?"

"Come closer, I can only tell you one person." Li Qing said in a deep voice. Seeing ram's face hesitating, he couldn't help sneering: "you know, I'm not your opponent. Why? I'm scared?"

"You speak more and more acerbic." RAM smiled, walked a few steps towards Li Qing and came directly opposite him. On the surface, he pretended not to care, but ram's two fingers had secretly held the dagger around his waist.

Li Qing blinked: "now that you have reached this step, you should know what Zhao Qili's people want, and what's in the golden nanmu coffin."

Seeing ram nodded, Li Qing said again, "you used to be my commander. I shouldn't have asked you questions. But today I dare to ask, how much do you believe in immortality?"

Ram's face flashed a doubt: "I only do things, not believe or not. Li, your question is very strange. I doubt whether you really have news for me."

Li Qing suddenly understood, stared at ram in a daze, and a meaningful smile suddenly appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Let me tell you, my news..." Li Qing's smile suddenly converged, and his forehead slammed into RAM's face, "I lied to you!"

Ram wanted to hide, but Leng couldn't avoid it. He was hit by Li Qing's forehead on the bone injury on the bridge of his nose, which made the original old injury attack, and the nose blood gushed out again.

"Ah!" RAM roared angrily, pulled out the dagger and swept it in front of him. Li Qing turned a somersault in place, avoided the knife, and then turned around and rolled out of the surrounding group of killers amid the chaotic gunfire.

Deng Shi opened a wooden door and jumped out. Two submachine guns were clamped under his ribs. The sound of the gun suddenly rang out.

Under the cover of division Deng, Li Qing turned left and right on the ground like a monkey. It was not easy for Li Qing to avoid the shooting range of ram's men and rushed into one side of the corridor.

Ram took out his handkerchief, wiped the blood stains on his eyes, lit his flashlight and swept around. Even the fake Li Qing had disappeared. At this time, he knew he was in the trap and immediately roared angrily: "chase! You must kill him!"

Deng Shi changed the magazine for the submachine gun, turned around and looked at Li Qing squatting beside him gasping: "have you been shot?"

"Does a shot in the ass count?" Li Qing gently took a cold breath. "It's really unlucky for him. If the bullets weren't too dense, I could escape."

"Your price is very small," said master Deng. "Pick up the people and let's go. My son can't last long."

"HMM." Li Qing nodded, stood up with pain, mentioned the fake Li Qing who had been knocked out, and retreated towards the end of the corridor.

This space is very large, and the branches extend in all directions. Li Qing and Deng Shi soon didn't even know where they went. They stared at the identical corridors and completely lost their way. But the only good news is that the pursuit of ram and his party gradually disappeared. They finally got rid of each other's angry pursuit.

Li Qing threw the fake on the ground and took a deep breath: "Sheng Sheng was shot in the ass and came back with such a thing. I'm really full..."

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