Chapter 276 Kill Me if You Can (4100)

Under the pure white sunshine, on the green carpet-like grass.

A young man wearing a white shirt and black suit walked forward step by step.

His eyes swept across the dilapidated convoy, and finally Ka Xiu's figure was reflected in his pure black pupils. There was a faint smile on his face, and he looked like a young master with an aristocratic temperament from a distance.

Click.

The leather shoe stepped on a blackened severed hand, making the sound of bones being crushed. I don’t know who from the sect organization it belongs to.

Bang bang bang...

Yamos clapped his hands, his arrogant eyes not paying much attention to Feng Liusi and Sheng Feinan, but only looking at Kaxiu.

"In a short period of time, we have eliminated at least five elite teams of the sect organization. This is already about two-thirds of the strength of the sect organization in Kula City. Awesome, awesome..." He slowly retracted his hands: "We should also have two We haven’t seen each other for about a month..."

"Two and a half months, thank you for the information you provided."

Card Xiu corrected that the information he was talking about here was about the secluded places of those veteran fighters. He was able to learn the Nandou Red Eagle Fist from Feng Liusi, and the black mechanism also helped.

Yamos shook his head when he heard this. It was just a deal. His eyes flickered slightly, and the topic suddenly changed.

"Are you confronting the Sect Organization?"

Card Xiu narrowed his eyes, his expression unchanged: "A small contradiction should be smaller than your black organization."

"That's a life-and-death feud."

Yamos immediately understood. Although he didn't know when Ka Xiu had such a big feud with the Men's Organization, it didn't matter, as long as the goals were the same. The city of Kula has been experiencing constant undercurrents recently, and a series of dangerous events may occur. Although the black organization has deployed a large number of manpower, high-end combat power is scarce.

Yamos once fought against Card Xiu, and the opponent was definitely a "B" level player. Can be used as an effective combat power supplement.

He thought for a moment and then extended the invitation.

"The Sect Organization has been very active in Kula City recently. Intelligence shows that at least two core members have appeared in the past. They are all masters among experts. Since you have conflicts with the Sect Organization, how about joining our black organization temporarily? In exchange, We can let you choose a batch of rare dark creatures afterwards."

Yamos gradually walked within five meters in front of Ka Xiu.

"How many?"

Ka Xiu asked without changing his expression.

"All branches in the three nearby cities are in prison."

Yamos thought for a moment and then said.

"Not enough." Card Xiu shook his head and glanced slightly at Feng Liusi and Sheng Feinan beside him: "There are three people on our side, give me three times, all the branch cages in nine cities."

Yamos's breath was slightly stagnant, as if he was a little surprised by Kaxiu's lion opening its mouth. Then he glanced at the leisurely Feng Liusi and Feng Liusi, and frowned deeply.

"No, the branch cages in nine cities are equivalent to two counties. I don't have that much power. I have to at least ask the director of the agency for instructions. Moreover, although our high-end combat power is scarce this time, the middle and low-level personnel It’s not much at all, and there is no need for external supplements. Let me make my own decision. How about your two friends joining in as one city to hold dark creatures? "

Yamos said as he took out the cigarette box from his arms. Pop one out, light it, and hold it gently in your mouth.

The smoke rose slightly and he took a breath. He vaguely saw that Ka Xiu on the opposite side seemed to have a strange expression.

"Huh..." Yamos blew out a white smoke ring and raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you happy? But this is the limit of what I can make my own decisions. Let's be clear. Maybe what you say is a little unpleasant. You Two friends can only be regarded as additions."

"If you want to report to your superiors, you might even take a city..."

His words stopped abruptly, and his expression turned cold in an instant. His originally relaxed expression turned serious in a blink of an eye, and his aura was solemn. The round-framed glasses turned slightly white in the sunlight.

"There are little mice eavesdropping on our conversation. The commotion just caused indeed caused a lot of things to come out of the ditch..."

Yamos said as he slowly raised his hands.

The white gloves with dense black letters on the back of the hand were slightly reflective, and the thorn sword symbol representing the black mechanism became more and more conspicuous, like drops of ink. He threw his hands outward.

Swish swish swish! There seemed to be the sound of arrows flying in the air, and several metal wires were shot out densely.

"Boom!" The silk thread was nailed to the ground hard, and there was no sound that penetrated the body as expected. Yamos looked over in surprise.

Only the end of a metal wire could be seen.

A tall figure in a black suit suddenly appeared there, his strong right hand raised, and a figure was struggling in mid-air. But to no avail, there were dense, creepy cracking sounds coming from the figure. It's like a machine rolling and crushing inside the body.

The next second, the human figure trembled violently, and his hands dropped.

Blah blah blah, blah blah...

The skin and flesh on the body and the organs in the body suddenly collapsed like water, and piled up in a soft heap on the ground.

In the hands of the black suit, only a white skeleton was left. It exudes a chilling light under the sun.

Seemingly noticing Yamos' gaze, the man in the black suit smiled in this direction, with an inexplicable and unprecedented sense of ferocity. Yamos couldn't help but feel a little thump in his heart.

There was a vague omen of extreme danger.

He turned his head with difficulty and looked elsewhere.

The young man with a slender figure and a white suit had an elegant temperament. There was an icy aura on his body, and there were faint translucent snowflakes floating around him on a hot day.

Slowly retracted his palm.

In the corner were two figures that had been frozen into ice sculptures, with horrified expressions on their faces, as if they were killed in an instant.

The last place.

Kaxiu's hands were like strange forces, holding a head that had been torn off from somewhere. He shook it gently for a while and threw it far away. It just happened to be inserted into a bloody object, and it was stable. It stood up after shaking for a while.

He muttered to himself.

"There are enough monsters in Kula City. In addition to the sect organization and the Blood Spirit Society, there are so many small and medium-sized forces. I even vaguely felt the breath of the blood clan and the demon shadow before..."

Beside the car, Amos pursed his lips with an ugly face to prevent the cigarette from falling. He felt inexplicably embarrassed. It was obviously he who started it first, but these three people were faster than his Mist Silk and disappeared in the blink of an eye!

If this instant acceleration was aimed at him.

Amos thought that he would really become the god of death.

His face was covered with smoke, which concealed some embarrassing expressions. His fingers twitched slightly and retracted the silk thread.

"Really... Why didn't that bastard Kaxiu say it earlier..."

Suddenly, Amos' body stiffened. He felt that there seemed to be a strong and burly body behind him. He didn't know when it appeared. Carrying a dangerous breath, the scalding heat waves formed by the body were like a strong magnetic field.

A hand slowly stretched out from behind his neck, and in Amos's stiff eyes, two fingers pulled off the burning cigarette.

A low voice echoed in his ear.

"Don't touch cigarettes, kid, they look too arrogant..."

"You deserve a beating."

Amos turned his head sharply, with a slightly angry look in his eyes. The middle-aged man in a black suit was smoking a cigarette, glancing down at him. White smoke slowly spurted out of his nostrils, and his fingers flicked the ashes of the cigarette butt.

"Little brat?!"

Amos almost laughed out of anger.

What he hated most was someone provoking his appearance.

Shining, shining, shining...

Between the eight fingers of the white gloves, metal threads flashed with light, like liquid flowing out crazily.

The threads entangled, tightened, and cut, making the air make a sound of being overwhelmed. In a short period of time, the number of metal threads increased tenfold to one hundred.

Amos also seemed to have transformed, his hair grew wildly, and his figure grew taller. The originally soft and delicate appearance became angular, with a sense of maturity and majesty. In a short period of time, he leaped from a young boy to a steady young man.

"Dare to take my cigarette?" He said in a low and powerful voice.

"What are you afraid of? Boy, you're still a little bit shy..."

A chuckle came from the side.

In a trance, Amos seemed to see a blood-colored mist world rushing towards him, almost irresistibly wrapping him up. In the haze, a huge monster that covered the sky and the sun flapped its wings and fell down, its ferocious blood-colored pupils drooping.

Looking at Amos's raised head.

The world was silent for a moment, only the heart was beating.

"Okay, just show your strength, don't do anything extra." A familiar voice sounded outside the misty world.

Then, there was a sudden snap of fingers behind him.

The blood-colored world in Amos' eyes quickly faded, and the surrounding scenery was reflected again, and the bright midday sun was shining.

He stood there a little woodenly, as if he had been hit. After a moment, he took a deep breath and lifted his long hair behind his forehead. He sneered at the corner of his mouth and talked to himself.

"Heh, I won't let you get what you want."

Five minutes later.

"Eight branch cages, that's the price!"

"Don't threaten me, it's useless to threaten me, it's ridiculous..."

"Kill me if you can, otherwise it's only this price."

Under Amos's firm request, Kaxiu had no choice but to give in. Nine cities became eight cities, which was a bit painful.

There was no way, what I did just now was a bit too much, and it offended Amos. It's okay to take a small step back and coax a child.

Kaxiu and Amos discussed for a while, and the vehicles coming from the black agency were already looming at the intersection of the city and the suburbs. Amos glanced at Feng Liusi and asked.

"He is..."

Kaxiu's side had nothing to hide, so he said calmly: "The senior of the secret martial arts world, Blood Fist Feng Liusi."

"Damn."

After hearing this, Amos cursed and spat on the ground: "No wonder I can't beat him."

Two months ago, the old butler Franz collected information about the reclusive fighters in the six eastern counties for Kaxiu, and Amos also paid attention to it for a while. Among them, there was a man with a fierce reputation, known as Blood Fist, Killing Fist, and Death Fang. If the "B" level strongmen can also be divided into stages, then the low level, middle level, high level, and top level. Blood Fist Feng Liusi can reach the high level.

Amos himself, he knows himself. The three limits of the storm are Storm, Steel, and Absolute, and the thresholds are one metal wire, one hundred metal wires, and one thousand metal wires respectively.

Amos is in the first limit Storm in his youth state, and can infuse the power of cutting, which is probably barely reaching the "B" level threshold.

In the youth state, he is at the second limit of steel, and can infuse cutting and penetration at the same time. He is probably in the state of swinging between the lower and middle levels of "B" level. Only the third limit, touching the ultimate annihilation power, can make the combat power grow explosively.

Thus wandering at the top peak of "B" level.

As for the fourth limit, which is theoretically incomplete, Amos himself does not know how powerful it is, probably "A" level.

He, who is at the second limit of steel, faces Blood Fist Feng Liusi.

It is normal that he is not an opponent.

When Amos thought of this, he was relieved. The four of them had a conversation immediately, but did not delve too much into the little unpleasantness just now. They quickly reached a consensus to fight the door organization together. No matter when and where, the door organization is the opponent of both sides.

Two minutes later.

On the road from the suburbs to the city, three low-key cars were driving. The window of the last one was slightly rolled down.

Four men with different temperaments were holding cigarettes in their mouths.

Puffing out smoke, with a fierce temperament.

Looks like a gangster who has come out to mix with the society.

The second day of the Tulip Antique Exhibition.

After yesterday's incident, the organizer Yunquanquan has once again strengthened the security personnel. Whether it is inside or outside the exhibition hall, in the corridors and even in the corners, there are bodyguards. Their stern patrols give the participants a sense of security.

Today, there are still many people at the Tulip Antique Exhibition.

Although it is not as crowded as the first day, there are still considerable numbers of people. There are nearly a thousand kinds of antique collections in the east and west exhibition halls, which are varied and classified. It's a pity that Kaxiu can't absorb obsession energy in the retrospective era, otherwise, if he looks carefully, he might really find one or two treasures.

In the east exhibition hall, Kaxiu wandered as usual. He was wearing a brand new casual suit and stopped to appreciate the collection.

There was a scholar wearing glasses, who lowered his head and carefully observed the patterns on the antiques, and sighed. Discuss with his colleagues next to him.

There was a wealthy businessman with a big belly and a few friends who stopped at a famous gallery. He stretched out his fingers and clicked them with satisfaction. It seemed that he was going to auction them all off as soon as the auction was over.

There were also some girls and boys dressed as students, looking around curiously. It seemed that the antique exhibition specially gave places to certain schools, so that outstanding students could see the world.

Kaxiu strolled around slowly and returned to Feng Liusi and Sheng Feinan: "The Cloud Dog Fist has so many people. Three more boxers have been transferred. I wonder if there are any elders at the fighter level. If there are any nearby, it would be fun..."

"What do you mean?"

Sheng Feinan felt that Kaxiu had something to say.

"Hehe..." Kaxiu smiled and said: "You said that these blood spirits would be mixed in the crowd. If they are exposed in public..."

"Will they be directly wiped out by the Cloud Dog Fist?"

"Or, I will help them..."

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