Constantine stood up from the sofa and slowly moved forward for two steps. He stared at Zhao Sanjin, who was absorbed in the pulse of Langyue, and said word by word: "you can kill him, but you shouldn't be in front of me!"

Zhao Sanjin didn't pay attention to Constantine. He just introduced a steady stream of Xuanjin into Langyue's body through his pulse, and used the abnormal medicine of "Shixiang Xuming pill" to repair Langyue's injury.

Everyone doesn't know what Zhao Sanjin is doing squatting beside Lang Yue. Even Constantine can't make up his mind for a moment. He can only wait for Zhao Sanjin to speak actively in order to make a better decision.

After a while, Zhao Sanjin loosened Lang Yue's arm and laid it flat at his side and feet. His eyes were like ghosts, fierce and frightening. His anger made him cold and said, "what do you want me to do when I kill him in front of you?"

Zhao Sanjin is not a fool. He knows very well that Constantine has used Zhao Sanjin's hand to get rid of the people he wants to kill. Now it's useless to continue talking.

"Hum! Kill him, do you think you can take your brother?" Constantine snorted coldly, looked at the middle-aged man around him and said, "search first, and then do what I told you. I can let all of you live."

"I can only see the lower half of the target. Do you want to start action? Captain!" in Zhao Sanjin's hidden headset, there was another report from the Panther, and the words were quite helpless.

Slowly nodded. Zhao Sanjin didn't speak. It was the default permission.

Looking at the middle-aged man who came forward quickly, he had to search Zhao Sanjin without saying a word. Unfortunately, since he had torn his face, how could Zhao Sanjin give him this opportunity?

"Action!" Zhao Sanjin shouted softly. His voice was not loud, but he had an unparalleled momentum.

When the middle-aged man was about to touch Zhao Sanjin's body, the hands slowly extended to the raised body suddenly fell down. He took out the arms around his waist behind him, held the handle of the knife and walked around his palm, and saw a bloody arm rolling aside.

"Ah..." the middle-aged man in front of Zhao Sanjin gave a cry like killing a pig. His rapidly enlarged pupils were obviously tortured by the severe pain and couldn't say a word.

Together with Zhao Sanjin, there was a black leopard in a high position hundreds of meters away. He suddenly pulled the trigger and let a bullet in Bartley rush out of the barrel with a huge sound. The target accurately shot Constantine, who was distracted and stood in place.

Of course, even Mu Chen and Li Erdan had no residents. After they had no residents, the Nepalese Army waved directly and abandoned the right hands of three people around them. At the same time, the pistol in the waist was taken out and shot the target accurately.

An expected fierce war started without warning. Even Constantine, who fell down because the powerful power of Bartley's bullet directly pierced his thigh, didn't expect that the change would be so fast.

Constantine, who suddenly regained consciousness because of the severe pain, roared: "kill me, kill five of them, and none of them is allowed to stay."

For a moment, the killing, shouting and crying of a small dam sounded almost at the same time.

He held a military sword in his hand. Zhao Sanjin was like the God of war. He slashed several thugs who rushed up to kill Zhao Sanjin one by one, and mercilessly abandoned their right arm.

Zhao Sanjin doesn't want to kill, but he also wants to prevent them from killing. The only solution is to abolish their right hand with a gun.

Zhao Sanjin is not interested in such a thug. He wants to kill ten core figures under Constantine. Even if Lang Yue has killed three, there are still seven left.

Recalling the portrait of Zhao Sanjin given by yureid, Zhao Sanjin quickly locked two of the targets, rushed up without saying a word, and flew out of Nepal without warning.

He was killed with a knife, and Nepal directly inserted it into the chest of one of the middle-aged men. In particular, Nepal with sufficient length completely pierced his chest and back.

The time to kill this man gave another man a chance to take a gun and pick up some pistols placed on the tea table beside the sofa. The middle-aged man probably hates Constantine right now.

Yes, but for Constantine's distrust of his men, would they hand in their mobile phones at every meeting or gathering?

Frightened by Zhao Sanjin's fierce eyes and resolute sofa, a trembling middle-aged man hurriedly wanted to pull the trigger, but Zhao Sanjin directly cut off the middle-aged arms holding the gun with a quick knife.

The blood gushed out quickly like a fountain, which made Zhao Sanjin's white shirt bright red. It looked as if he had fallen into a red dye vat.

After killing two in succession, Zhao Sankin outlined a devil like smile at the corner of his mouth, looked around and looked at the two people killed by the Panther and the remaining three people, who rushed up quickly.

Taking out a pistol, Zhao Sanjin aimed at one of them in the back. Obviously, when things developed to this point, the thugs under Constantine had already thrown themselves into chaos. Zhao Sanjing didn't need to exert all his strength to sit down to ten thousand people and take the enemy's head.

There's no way. Who let the commanding heights be guarded by Black Panthers? They basically belong to the kind that can kill the leader. And there are three strong Zhao Sanjin in Xiaobazi. They can't advance or retreat on either side. They can't live or die!

"Irrelevant personnel who don't want to die will roll aside. I only want their lives!" Zhao Sanjin's eyes already have a trace of blood red line, which looks incomparable.

Zhao Sanjin's words fell. Many people present felt that they were like the lucky pet under the sickle of death. They ran to the other side like they ran away. They didn't even dare to get out of the atmosphere.

There's no way. Even if Zhao Sanjin's strength is aside, Mu Chen and Li Erdan alone are enough for them to drink a pot, not to mention that after Zhao Sanjin's addition, they can't become one-sided killing?

"Give you a knife!" Zhao Sanjin took the Nepal in the hands of Mu Chen and the black leopard, threw it in front of the only two people, and sneered: "if you can survive under my knife, you will have a big life, and I won't kill you!"

"I..." the only two people stammered obviously. They were so frightened that they couldn't even speak neatly.

Nepal was thrown to the ground. How can they have the courage to pick it up? Especially looking at Zhao Sanjin who is like running out of the pile of dead people, even if they pick up Nepal, who still has self-confidence and dares to work hard with Zhao Sanjin?

"If you don't pick it up, I don't mind directly killing you!" Zhao Sankin sneered, and the Nepal in his hand slowly lifted up and pointed to the two.

"I, you fuck, you die..." it seems that because of Zhao Sanjin's eyes, both of them were frightened. After looking at each other, they suddenly bent down to pick up Nepal, waved twice and took the initiative to attack Zhao Sanjin.

Zhao Sanjin, who used the back of the knife to block him, jumped up suddenly. He still slapped one of them on the head with the back of the knife. It was like a cook making "mashed garlic cucumber". He wanted to row the cucumber into small powder pieces.

With a knife back, the eyes of the middle-aged man immediately became blurred and congested. He staggered around in place for two times, and fell to the ground without any temper.

At last, the only one left was under great pressure in his heart. Unexpectedly, he could not resist and directly backhanded Nepal into himself. Such a dramatic end really made Zhao Sanjin feel sad and laughing.

Throwing Nepal away, Zhao Sanjin, covered with blood, looked terrible. He casually said, "call yureid and let him deal with these things."

As for Zhao Sanjin himself, he just walked slowly to Langyue and looked at Langyue who had awakened. At the corner of his mouth, he finally outlined a comfortable smile.

"I'm Zhao Sanjin's brother, you can't move!" Zhao Sanjin sat down on the ground and looked at Constantine, who has only a little crawling ability. Zhao Sanjin waved his fingers, which are also covered with blood.

"You said you called URID? Didn't you reach any agreement?" Constantine knew that he was gone. Although he had many younger brothers, it's a pity that with Zhao Sanjin's current momentum, who dared to go up? Didn't you fucking take the initiative to die?

"It's a good thing to be a gunman, but be careful. The person who will eventually be killed by this gun is himself!" Zhao Sanjin shook his head reluctantly and could only say that he owed money to Constantine's IQ.

From the beginning to the end, Constantine always thought that he was the one who played Zhao Sanjin between the applause, but he never thought that the person who was finally played between the applause would be himself.

"What do you want? Now you've saved my people, and you've killed all my men. Aren't you satisfied?" Constantine may have become a habit after usurping the throne of URID. Even as a dying man, he can't learn to bow his head.

This attracted a sneer from Zhao Sanjin: "killing all of you can't resist the harm my brother has suffered."

Yes, from the beginning to the end, Zhao Sanjin didn't think he would kill like this, because as he said to Li Erdan before, he is a special force. It's his job to clean up pests, but it's boring to clean up in a foreign country.

However, in today's war, Zhao Sanjin completely fought for Lang Yue!

What Zhao Sanjin wants to do is to seek a reasonable justice for his brother, and there is no other reason to be mixed in it.

Man, you can fight for the world just to win the beauty. Similarly, you can be happy to fight for your brothers!