Chapter 60 Damn you

BMW is of good quality and the sound is turned off. For everything that happens outside, Lame Si and Zhang Hai can only see blurred images. As for what happened, no one of them knows.

Wang Jingyuan opened his eyes, and his abdomen was stabbed with at least more than 20 knives. Each knife was deep in the bottom. The blood seemed to have already run out, but the palm of his middle-aged man's jacket still couldn't let go.

He died without closing his eyes, and he was even more unwilling to die like this, which was the attribution that Wang Jing never dreamed of.

Wang Jing's body began to soften. He had lost signs of life. The middle-aged man held his chin in one hand and pulled the dagger still inserted in Wang Jing's abdomen with the other. He tried his best to make Wang Jing's body form a static state. From afar, it seemed that he was still talking to Wang Jing.

Conversation, this does not seem to be in line with Wang Jing's character, let alone the style of Zhang Hai and Lai Si.

Two people, look at me, I look at you.

"What the hell is Wang Jing doing?"

The lame four was angry. He would never be polite to this kind of person who suddenly blocked his way in front of him. Did Wang Jing do this regardless of his own style?

"Fourth master, I'll go down and have a look!"

Zhang Hai said and opened the door of the BMW.

The lame fourth suddenly had a bad feeling. He quickly stopped Zhang Hai, "Zhang Hai, be careful!"

Zhang Hai turned his head and smiled at the lame four. He didn't know that this was the last smile in his life.

"I know, Fourth Master!"

Zhang Hai turned around and left.

The door closed with a 'bang'.

Lao Si leaned on the chair. He was thinking about how to teach Wang Jing a lesson after he got into the car. He couldn't be so soft-hearted. His men didn't want to raise a group of kittens. Lao Si hoped that he was surrounded by a group of evil wolves who could tear up his opponent's wolves for him.

"Wang Jing, what are you doing?"

Zhang Hai said coldly and strode to Wang Jing.

And Wang Jing would not answer him at all.

Wang Jing's body can't help swinging left and right. He seems to be still alive.

A trace of fierceness flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. He slowly pulled out the dagger in Wang Jing's abdomen and squeezed it fiercely in his hand.

Zhang Hai walked to Wang Jing step by step. Suddenly, he stopped. He could clearly see that a stream of ** was constantly ticking at Wang Jing's feet. Wang Jing was an adult. He could not pee his pants in this situation. The only possibility was blood.

Zhang Hai's head buzzed, and his reaction was very fast. He finally understood why he saw so many strange phenomena in the car. Wang Jing was not to take action, but that he had been controlled by others.

"Hey, who the hell are you?"

Zhang Hai roared, but as soon as he finished speaking, Wang Jing's body suddenly hit him fiercely and flew backwards out.

Then another figure appeared behind Wang Jing's body. He held a shiny dagger in his hand and quickly rowed to Zhang Hai's throat.

Zhang Hai was shocked. The man's speed was too fast and his movements were too sensitive. In addition, there was a trace of short circuit in his thinking. He could not react to the situation in front of him at all. In addition to inertia, he could only extend his right arm.

The dagger passed fiercely on his right arm, and Zhang Hai had already flashed aside with this empty man.

Looking again, in front of him stood a middle-aged man of about 40, a baseball bat, a black jacket, and a dagger dripping with blood in his hand.

Between the middle-aged man and Zhang Hai, it is Wang Jing's body.

Wang Jingyuan stared and couldn't close his eyes. His white shirt had already been dyed red, which was shocking.

"Who the hell are you?"

Zhang Hai didn't care about his injury at all. His first reaction was to protect the lame fourth.

The middle-aged man suddenly smiled and said in a hoarse voice, "It doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is that you all deserve to die!"

"Fourth Master! Let's go!"

Zhang Hai shouted at the BMW, and his whole body rushed to the middle-aged man fiercely.

The middle-aged man was not in a hurry, retreated, dodged, and then kicked Zhang Hai's front leg fiercely. When Zhang Hai staggered, the middle-aged man's dagger flashed again and cut open Zhang Hai's chest clothes.

The blood also dyed Zhang Hai's white shirt red.

Zhang Hai was terrifying. He knew that the middle-aged man in front of him was much stronger than he thought.

At this moment, the lame fourth has also found something wrong. Wang Jing's fall to the ground, Zhang Hai's desperate attack seems to explain everything. They met an opponent, an opponent who was very terrible to kill them.

The lame four opened the door quickly, and the sound of the middle-aged man and Zhang Hai's entanglement came endlessly.

The lame old four gritted his teeth and quickly got out of the car. Then he opened the door of the cab and sat in quickly.

"Fourth Master, let's go!"

Zhang Hai knows that today, he may not be able to leave. If the lame fourth leaves, he will still have a chance to avenge him. If the fourth lame fourth does not leave, he can only die unjustly.

The middle-aged man looked at the sixth road, and the lame Lao Si got out of the car and got on the car. How could he escape his eyes? He stepped forward and raised his hand and punched. Zhang Hai raised his head to avoid it. The middle-aged man's body entered again, and his knees were gently raised and pushed against Zhang Hai's abdomen. Zhang Hai retreated quickly, but the speed of the middle-aged man suddenly burst out, left His hands became claws, clasped Zhang Hai's throat, and tried fiercely...

A lot of blood overflowed from the corners of Zhang Hai's mouth.

The middle-aged man didn't look at it. The dagger of his right hand flipped in his hand and inserted it into Zhang Hai's abdomen.

Zhang Hai shouted and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with a terrible look. He was too fast and too fierce to deal with at all.

"Who the hell are you?"

Zhang Hai is dying.

"You don't deserve to know!"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, pulled out the dagger in his hand, and stabbed it in again.

Suddenly, the BMW made a sound of a motor, and the lame fourth had already started. The middle-aged man suddenly turned around, pulled out the dagger in Zhang Hai's abdomen, and rushed to the BMW.

Zhang Hai really saw it. After following the crippled four for so many years, he was not emotionless. The crippled four was strict with outsiders, but he was also affectionate to Zhang Hai. At such a critical moment, Zhang Hai only asked to buy more time for the crippled four to escape before he died.

Zhang Hai gritted his teeth and used the last trace of strength of his body. His whole body jumped up and hooked the middle-aged man's neck.

"Fourth Master..."

The middle-aged man's elbow kept hitting Zhang Hai's chest, but this guy was already going to die.

At this moment, the BMW has also started, with a trace of violent arrogance. Slowly, the crippled Lao Si is expected to leave and escape directly.

The dagger in the middle-aged man's hand made a graceful posture again, and then he raised his right arm and threw the dagger in his hand out.

The dagger cut through the air, with the sound of dawn, the knife body reflected the light of the car, followed a meteor, and hit the window of BMW's driver's seat.

The lame fourth was dumbfounded. He suddenly bent down, and the BMW's window was completely broken. The lame fourth also failed because his reaction was too fierce. The steering wheel slid out of the road and fell into the shallow ditch next to him.

The ditch, not deep, is enough to stop this BMW.

The middle-aged man dumped Zhang Hai and looked down. Zhang Hai's body trembled, and the corners of his mouth and abdomen kept bleeding.

The middle-aged man slowly squatted down. He put his hands on Zhang Hai's head, sneered, and broke hard. Zhang Hai completely stopped breathing.

There was a rapid roar in the BMW. Lao Si's legs and feet were not good, but this time it was extremely unlucky. The whole person was stuck in it and couldn't get out at all.

The middle-aged man looked at the expression of the lame four struggling to death, and he felt very ridiculous.

"Who the hell are you? Let me go, I'll give you the money!"

The middle-aged man smiled. He stood next to the BMW and looked down at the lame fourth.

"You don't want money? Then I can give you anything you want."

Lao Si was anxious. He had killed people before. He always said that those who were killed by him were so cowardly when they were dying, but he didn't expect that when he came to this day, his expression would be the same ridiculous.

"I want your life!"

The middle-aged man said lightly.

"Why?" Lame Si's cheek has been cut by the glass. He is extremely ferocious and looks extremely scary, because he understands that the person in front of him is not joking with him at all, because Wang Jing is dead and Zhang Hai is also dead. Just a few minutes ago, they were still two lively people.

Middle-aged people sighed, "People, how good it is to live, but they are always greedy, don't you think so?"

The lame fourth seemed to think of something. He stared at the middle-aged man in front of him, "Who the hell are you? Are you the helper of October Feng? I asked them for the ghost axe treasure box, so you want to kill me?"

The middle-aged man laughed.

"Isn't that so?" The lame old man hissed.

The middle-aged man still smiled, and he slowly put his hand on the doorknob.

"Why did you kill me? Did you send it from October Maple? OK, I promise you that I don't want the ghost axe treasure box. You forgive me, forgive me!"

The middle-aged man suddenly pulled the BMW's door, and the upper part of the lame fourth body suddenly fell out, and almost at the moment when the first lame fourth's head was thrown out of the door, the middle-aged man's knees were already pushed up and hit the eyes of the lame fourth.

Lao Si let out a scream, and then stopped abruptly in an instant. Then, he sat up again. On his neck was the dagger that had just pierced the window glass of the BMW.

The middle-aged man shook his head, "It seems that God wants you to die."

The lame fourth wanted to raise his hand and pull out the dagger, but he couldn't do it. Besides, even if he did it, the aorta of his neck was broken, could he still live?

The middle-aged man looked at the lame and slowly closed his eyes. He turned around, grabbed the legs of Zhang Hai and Wang Jing, stuffed them into the back seat of the BMW, and then lit the black suit peeled off from Wang Jing and threw them in.

In the black, the BMW's fire is soaring, burning everything in the car.

The middle-aged man looked at it for a while, and then silently turned around and walked towards his car.

But at this time, a voice suddenly sounded in the darkness, "Killing and burning corpses, my friend, you did a good job!"

The voice is hoarse, sharp, with a sense of sarcasm.

The middle-aged man suddenly turned his head, and a man in night clothes slowly appeared in front of him.