Chapter 506 Breaking Through the Cloud Sleeves 1
"Boss!"
The people in black who were laughing all around were startled, and then rushed over quickly, tested their breath, and found out in horror that their boss was dead.
died?
Just die like that? !
Everyone looked at the slender and delicate girl dumbfounded
Not only the man in black was shocked, Di Que and the others were all dumbfounded, as if they had seen a ghost.
When they saw Song Zhao's kick, it was nothing special...
However, it was such an unremarkable kick...it actually killed the opponent on the spot.
Doesn't this take a while?
Just let people die?
"You, how did you do it?" Di Zi gasped, because he was too excited and hurt the wound, and his face became paler.
No matter how you look at it, it is impossible for Song Zhao to have too much strength, how could he kick a big man to death.
Isn't what Fu Nanqian said before exaggerated?
"Fighting is an elegant art, of course you need to use your brain~" Song Zhao cast a disgusted glance at Di Zi, and smiled charmingly, "The little girl has reminded you not to be reckless, why are you disobedient?" ?”
Listen to the tone of this pair of bear children.
Di Zi's face turned red quickly, and he swears in a low voice.
"You bitch, how dare you kill our boss, I'll fight with you!" A man in black who was closest to Song Zhao wiped his face, raised his knife and rushed towards Song Zhao with a grin.
brush--
The invisible silver needle pierced through the air at an astonishing speed, piercing the acupoints of the man in black's neck in the same way as the leader of the man in black.
Like the leader of the men in black, he froze in place.
"Well, the little girl doesn't want to kick people, she's not elegant at all~ But how do you kill someone to be elegant?"
Song Zhao tilted his head and muttered in distress.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she took out a small hammer from her wide sleeve.
"Well... just use this~" The girl smiled briskly, and the end sound was raised, charming and charming, hearing it in everyone's ears, the hairs stood on end.
She used the small hammer to hit the man in black on a specific acupuncture point, and the man in black fell to the ground and lost his breath like the leader of the man in black.
"You...you..." A magnitude 8 earthquake occurred in the collective pupils of the men in black.
It was incredible to look at the companion who died on the spot with just one light blow from her, as if he was dreaming.
Since when is killing someone so easy?
They looked at each other, and then rushed towards Song Zhao at the same time, "Damn it, let me do it together!"
Dozens of men in black with blood red eyes flocked to kill Song Zhao.
Di Zi and the others couldn't help but stare wide-eyed, and told Song Zhao to run away quickly.
Song Zhao didn't run away.
She turned her wrist, and a very small mechanism was placed on it, and her thin white fingers pressed it.
Countless silver needles were sent out in the shape of a fan, sharply rushing towards the men in black who surrounded them from all directions.
They froze in place almost at the same time, their eyes widening in horror.
Song Zhao took the small hammer and happily hammered down one by one. Then he chuckled lazily by the hammer and whispered in their ears,
"Remember, in the next life—thousands, ten thousand, no, want, offend the doctor~"
Seeing the men in black being hammered to death by Song Zhao one by one, Di Wei, Yun Xiu, all the personal guards, and the black shield army in the circle of fire, everyone was stunned.
These people are all real Jingwei... Why did they become puppets in Song Zhao's hands? Did she treat killing as a joke?
But she is obviously just a weak woman with no power to restrain a chicken!
It's just unbelievable...
The pupils of Di Que and the others were stunned and stunned. They didn't know what expressions to make, and they all became stiff statues.
No wonder this beauty kept saying that there was a solution, so she insisted on following.
They thought she was here to slow them down, but they didn't expect to save their entire team.
After being dazed for a long time, after a long time, the people who seemed to be in a dream finally came to their senses. They looked at Song Zhao not as casually as before, but with a trace of awe.
On the other hand, look at the men in black running outside.
Seeing that all the people close to Song Zhao were dead, they stopped in place in fright, and stared at Song Zhao as if they were facing a big enemy.
"Is it over?" Song Zhao squeezed his wrist, and licked the corner of his lips at them slyly, "Are you coming here to let the little girl play?"
The girl stood there in a light gauze feather coat, and her graceful figure was outlined by a lace belt.
When she was speaking, the end of her eyes was habitually raised, which was charming and moving.
This is a little goblin with fatal temptation no matter in temperament, demeanor or action.
However, at this moment, the men looked at her with horror.
"Stand back, everyone..." An older man in black said first, "This woman... is a monster... She has witchcraft, and if you get close to her, you will die!"
Everyone has indeed discovered this rule.
But anyone who is within three steps of Song Zhao will definitely seem to be frozen.
So everyone ran away from Song Zhao in fear.
Song Zhao had nothing to play, so he let it go with great regret.
However, she counted the casualties of the other party in detail, and there were more than 20 people dead in total, which can be regarded as a sigh of relief for the personal guards on the side of the powerful minister.
The men in black looked at their companions who had died all over the place, and they were really unwilling to let it go. After weighing it up, the older man in black said, "I don't care what method you witch used to kill us. Colleagues, but we have to decide on the key to the warehouse... Otherwise, I will pour the black oil in my hand into the ring of fire, and let the five hundred black shield troops die!"
"Fuck you, kill me if you want to kill me, I'm not afraid of death!"
The Black Shields shouted aggressively.
Di Que took a deep breath, turned around and said to Song Zhao, "Absolutely not."
As soon as the old man in black heard it, he knew that the key was with Song Zhao, and said treacherously, "You can use witchcraft again, but if we don't get close to you, you can't do anything with us...
But we have gunpowder here, you have to think clearly, if you don't take out the key, I will blow up the station.
At that time, the local government will be alarmed, and I will report you again, and you will not be able to deal with the illegal salt transportation~"
"Despicable!" Di Que and the others scolded angrily.
The opposite side showed the firearm in his hand, and said with a smile, "I'll count to three for you, if you give it or not, don't blame me for blowing up here."
"Give me the key, so you can shut up?" Song Zhao asked casually, crossing his arms with one hand, with the silver key hooked on his fingertips.
The eyes of the people in black stared straight.
"Of course, if you give us the key, we promise not to talk nonsense."
Di Que's eyes were red, and he stared at Song Zhao fiercely. His voice was so hoarse that it looked like a hill that had been ground by gravel, "No! You must not give it! Let me take the blame!"