Chapter 10: Capture

At the same time, in an uninhabited dark hut on the street.

Two young men dressed in black with a three-foot-long Japanese knife leaned down in front of the window. Their eyes were as gloomy and cold as wolves in the forest, and their bodies bowed slightly like a leopard who shot out. Their bodies were slender and agile.

One of them glanced at Meng Fan's direction, was slightly stunned, took a cautious step back, and whispered, "There's something wrong with that old man. It's strange."

Another person also looked at Meng Fan and said, "As an old man, his footsteps are steady and his body is not floating at all. It must be weird. It's gone!"

In this person's eyes, Meng Fan suddenly turned his head and looked at himself, with a bright and funny expression.

"Go!"

The first rule of the ghosts code: ghosts should always hide in the dark and encounter unknown dangers. Try to stay away from the danger before investigating.

The two figures moved and ejected back by stepping on the window frame. Unfortunately, it was too late. The Japanese knife on their waist betrayed them, but they saw the Japanese knife coming out of the sheath and made a strange turn around their legs and abruptly cut off one person's thighs thighs.

The other person reacted quickly. Between his hands, several spiral darts came out and jingled with the long knife, while he shot three or four meters back by recoil, regardless of his fallen companions, and quickly disappeared into the back door of the room.

The ghost man whose leg was cut off pressed the wound with one hand, tore open a small waist bag tied to his abdomen with the other hand, took out a small bag of white powder, gritted his teeth and sprinkled the powder evenly on the wound wound. After a few seconds, the powder formed a black cocoon on the surface of the wound, stopping the blood.

But this ghost man has almost lost his mobility. He wants to leave the room through the back door like his companions, but after several attempts, he failed because of great pain. Moreover, every action may break the black cocoon that stops bleeding, which is very dangerous.

At this time, not far away, the two soldiers were still scolding Meng Fan, but Meng Fan still pointed to his ear and shook his head, indicating that he could not hear or say it.

The two soldiers were patient and stretched out their hands to hold Meng Fan's shoulder, trying to take him out of the street.

At this time, the sound of 'Pup' bullets penetrating the body suddenly sounded, and the horrible blood holes on the foreheads of hundreds of soldiers, including the two soldiers, were highlighted and passed by bullets. The gun around their waist has been separated from their bodies and suspended quietly in the air, and the black mouth of the gun exudes a palpitating horror.

At the same time, Meng Fan also fell down and hid with the bodies of two soldiers, as if he had died.

Thousands of soldiers around him. If they don't do this, they are likely to be collectively attacked by these soldiers. If they are not killed in time, they are likely to be dangerous. After all, Meng Fan has not tried to control thousands of guns at the same time, and he doesn't know if it is feasible.

Meng Fan lay on the ground tightly and did not move. He just secretly squinted at the situation around him.

The soldiers around them have been in chaos. They gathered together in a hurry, leaning against each other's backs, holding all kinds of guns, and carefully looking around in an attempt to find out the murderer.

But how could they think that the murderer who caused all this was falling into a pool of blood and pretending to be a dead person?

Through the first round of attacks just now, Meng Fan successfully killed more than 100 people and successfully hid himself. At this time, looking at the soldiers around him nervously looking for himself, Meng Fan sneered in the bottom of his heart. At the same time, he figured out with many guns and began the second round of slaughter.

These well-trained soldiers would not have thought that the guns that usually accompany them like close comrades-in-arms would take their lives. The guns they were holding suddenly came out of their hands. After gathering with the guns of more than 100 soldiers who began to be killed, the bullets immediately burst out densely.

The gun shot in the head, with Meng Fan as the center, the soldiers around them rippled out like water waves and fell neatly. There was a blood hole in their foreheads, and the hot blood and white brains slowly flowed out. The scene was horrible.

In just 20 seconds, more than a thousand soldiers have fallen, and the soldiers a little farther away finally realized that they looked for shelters and looked up to the sky and fired guns at the surrounding buildings.

According to common sense, the place where murderers are most likely to hide is the surrounding buildings, so it is also reasonable for them to shoot randomly at the surrounding buildings. However, it is a pity that this is an unreasonable killer. He is hiding in the corpse motionless, like a cold and lifeless corpse.

The massacre continued. In the helpless despair of these soldiers, they fell down and turned into cold and emotionless corpses.

"Ah--" These soldiers are well trained, and many people still rushed out desperately, shooting up to the sky with small submachine guns. The glass of the surrounding buildings was smashed one after another, and the messy and sharp glass fragments fell one after another, cracking on the ground.

These people kept screaming. Meng Fan felt that his ears were greatly polluted, so he accelerated the speed of killing.

A minute later, there were finally only a few hundred soldiers left on this street. In this killing that lasted less than two minutes, nearly 3,000 soldiers have returned to heaven and apologized to the 300,000 compatriots who died tragically in the Nanjing Massacre.

At this time, a man in black suddenly crawled out of a room on the street and shouted at the door with all his strength.

Meng Fan is very familiar with this man's costume, and it is the ghost who cut off a leg by himself. After hearing his shout, the remaining soldiers were stunned and immediately raised their guns and aimed at Meng Fan.

Meng Fan smiled helplessly. He originally wanted to minimize the consumption of spirit, but he didn't expect that this ghost was really tenacious and could still be so conscious after breaking one leg. In this way, the thought of reducing mental loss was ineffective.

Those soldiers hooked the trigger fiercely, but were afraid to find that the trigger of the submachine gun could no longer be moved, as if it had been poured, fixed to the gun.

At the same time, the sound of dense bullets penetrating the flesh sounded again, and the remaining hundreds of soldiers didn't even have time to see the world for the last time.

A gun shot in the head, this kind of bullet and accurate, even the most powerful sniper is just like this.

At this point, the whole street is full of the bodies of soldiers. From the corner of the street to the end of the street, there are no more living people.

On this street, the bodies of more than 1,000 pedestrians killed in the morning have just been transported, and more than 3,000 more soldiers have been added, which is really a wonderful irony.

Meng Fan got up from the ground, stretched out his waist lazily, turned to look at the ghost who had just climbed out of the room, and raised the corners of his mouth, showing a playful smile.

The ghost was obviously shocked and bounced back with one leg. At the same time, he raised his right hand, and several spiral darts suddenly came out and took Meng Fan.

Several guns suddenly gathered in front of Meng Fan, forming an impenetrable shield, and the spiral dart 'jingled' on the shield composed of firearms, rubbing a bright yellow spark.

"Ghost, is that all you can do?" Meng Fan smiled and slowly moved towards the ghost.

The ghost was obviously stunned by Meng Fan's means of blocking the spiral dart. He was cruel, bit his tongue, smeared a touch of tongue blood on his fingers, quickly drew a spell with both hands, and then shouted.

'Wow--' A fireball spewed out of his mouth and suddenly exploded in front of Meng Fan. He stared at the flames ignited by the bear, pale and weak.

After a while, the flame dissipated, gradually revealing the scene after the flame burned, but the shield of the gun in front of Meng Fan had melted, and the edges and corners of the gun became round because of the melting. After a few seconds, the shield gradually dispersed and returned to the back of a figure, slowly unfolding on his shoulders, with huge black wings like demons.

"It's true that as the big country said, the attack is indeed a little weird." Meng Fan looked at the ghost and smiled a little, "However, it doesn't seem to be enough."

"Come with me. I have something else to ask you!" Meng Fan stretched out his hand to the ghost.

"Who the hell are you?" The ghost man coughed violently and spewed a lot of blood. It was thought that the wound on the tip of his tongue that he had just bitten had not stopped the bleeding.

Meng Fan heard this sentence very clearly, because it turned out to be an authentic Chinese sentence, with a round and very standard character.

Meng Fan frowned and said, "You don't care who I am. I have something to ask you!"

The ghost man coughed violently again, his face was so pale that he was scared and weak. Obviously, his move just now also caused great harm to his own body.

"Haha--" He suddenly laughed and shouted, "No matter what you ask, I won't say it!"

This sentence is nominally for Meng Fan, but it implies another meaning, as if it were for a third person hidden in the dark.

As soon as his words fell, he suddenly flew down several spiral darts upstairs diagonally. Several of them were targeted by Meng Fan, and another target was the ghost who could not dodge in front of Meng Fan.

'Ding', several suspended submachine guns around Meng Fan fired together, shooting down all the spiral darts fired with extraordinary accuracy.

Mechanics, metal products, knives and firearms made by human beings are mechanical, and these spiral darts naturally cannot escape the category of machinery.

In fact, Meng Fan has been distracting a small part of his attention from the escaped ghost, and has been sensing the abnormal mechanical movements around him. As for the several spiral darts that flew down, Meng Fan has already sensed it.

However, Meng Fan didn't want to bother to catch the sound ghost. After all, he was upstairs, and it was not so easy to catch him. It's enough to catch one to find out the news.

If you don't want to catch him, just let him die!

Dense bullets shot out, hundreds of bronze warheads crossed their respective trajectories in the air, and the targets gathered at the point where the ghosts stood upstairs.

'Wow', a dark shadow quickly swept away to the roof of another building through the hidden darkness of the dazzling sunlight.

Unfortunately, he was a step late, and Meng Fan had already cut off all his retreats. In the air, he was beaten into a hornet's nest by hundreds of bullets and couldn't stand it anymore. He fell from the air and fell into mud with a 'bang'.

"How can you-- The powerless ghost looked at everything, and his face was full of incredible, "Impossible, how is it possible?"

"You were afraid of him just now, right? Now no one knows that you are captured. If you want to live, just follow me!" Meng Fan's mind moved, and two submachine guns penetrated his armpits, holding him to the air. In this way, no matter how weak this ghost is, he also has the ability to act under the control of Meng Fan.

The ghost man lowered his head and looked decadent as a prisoner, but he seemed to know that the struggle was futile and completely at the mercy of Meng Fan.