Nightmare Attack

"Wait!" Bingzhuren's hoarse voice contained a hint of amusement. 6⃞ 9⃞ s⃞ h⃞ u⃞ x⃞ .⃞ c⃞ o⃞ m⃞

The presiding judge had been in such a mess before. Hearing someone interrupt him, his tone was somewhat dissatisfied, "Old ghost, what do you want to do?"

Bingzhuren looked at the group of people in the encirclement. After the battle just now, including Chief Wu, only 8 people were still alive, including the unconscious Fu Fu. Chief Wu was protecting her at the moment. Behind him, the gun in his hand only had a few bullets left.

As the person in charge of this operation, she was of great value to the Night Watch. The reason why the other party did not swarm her was largely because they wanted to capture her alive and pry her mouth open.

But she won't give these people a chance. She is ready to save the last bullet for herself if the worst happens.

She is not at the end of her rope yet, she still has a trump card, but what makes her so angry that she is about to lose her mind is that she doesn't understand why this trump card hasn't been used yet, Mr. Luo has...

"Ho ho..." As if suppressing a smile from the depths of his throat, Bingzhu Ren slowly said, "I'll give you a chance to live. It's up to you whether you want to or not."

"What...what opportunity?" someone couldn't help but ask, his voice trembling.

"If you want to live, kill a comrade, cut off his head, and give it to me, and I will let you go." The candle-bearing man raised his head, with a cruel smile on his exposed lips.

"You're dreaming!" Commander Wu yelled. She subconsciously wanted to shoot at Zhu Bingren, but after thinking that hitting him before had no effect, she held it back. Bullets were precious now.

But not everyone is as determined as she is, "Are you serious?" Someone couldn't help but say something tempting. It was the old man named Huang. Today's situation was doomed. There was no chance of a comeback. He didn't want to die.

"Of course it's true." Zhu Bingren replied.

Hearing this, and seeing the faces of the old man surnamed Huang gradually turning crazy as they hesitated, the presiding judge showed a sinister smile, and he understood the old ghost's plan.

Letting them kill each other is just one of them. What's more important is that if the news of killing each other here today spreads, it will destroy the alliance of these families.

Each of these families is not scary to the Night Watch, but together they are a considerable force.

The old ghost's plan is not only to kill people, but also to kill people's hearts!

"That's right!" The chief judge said with a ferocious smile: "As long as you kill one of your companions, I will let you go."

A strange atmosphere arose among the crowd, and everyone became vigilant. The teammates who were originally trustworthy suddenly became the most dangerous existence, even more dangerous than the enemy.

"Don't listen to their tricks!" Commander Wu shouted: "They just want us to kill each other, they won't let us go!"

The old man surnamed Huang suddenly turned his head and stared at Commander Wu. Then, as if he thought of something, he looked away and looked at the unconscious Fu Fu. His breathing became rapid.

"What are you going to do?!" Chief Wu raised his gun vigilantly and protected Fu Fu behind him.

"I won't make it difficult for you, just give her to me!" the old man surnamed Huang said sternly.

As the old man surnamed Huang came to the fore, more and more people began to commotion. Everyone was human and wanted to live, and even Crimson was no match for the presiding judge Bingzhuren. Their struggles were meaningless.

"Say less, say less." The burly man from the Xia family advised, but at this moment, no one was selling his face at all. Except for three or four people with backbone, everyone else was going crazy.

Seeing that Chief Wu had no intention of surrendering, the old man surnamed Huang also lost his last patience. His eyes gradually turned cold, and he was ready to use any means to rob him.

But the next second, his body paused, and he slowly lowered his head. A sharp folding knife pierced his chest, pierced through the entire body, and stabbed out from the back, and streams of blood flowed from the knife. The tip rolled down, "I've said it all, so I'll leave you to say less." As the burly man from the Xia family pulled out his folding knife, the old man surnamed Huang fell to his knees on the ground, dead.

An astonishing aura emanated from the burly man, as if he had been suppressing it for a long time. The knees of the disciples closest to him weakened and they subconsciously knelt down.

The presiding judge's eyes changed from confusion to shock, and finally quickly transformed into fear buried deep in his memory.

"Gong Zhe?!" someone screamed.

With that name, the whole scene changes.

No one could have expected that the Xia family's Dinghai Shenzhen would actually appear here.

Zhu Zhuren, who was originally confident of winning, had a gloomy face. Facing this madman would give everyone a headache. As far as he knew, none of the disciples who were still alive were sure to defeat Gong Zhe.

Some people were worried, while others were happy. When a few people who fought to the death and refused to surrender saw this scene, they were so excited that they felt as if they had been pulled back from hell to heaven, "Mr. Gong, it's you!"

Gong Zhe was not polite and nodded to a few people, "Protect Commander Wu and leave the rest to me."

As he looked away and looked at the other wavering "companions", those people couldn't help but tremble. They had never seen Gong Zhe, but his deeds were all thunderous.

He has a terrible reputation as a bone-picker. It is said that he fought one against two, severely injuring No. 6, the most powerful member of the Crimson, and cutting the newly promoted No. 9 into bones, just to confirm whether there was a door in his body. .

"What you did before is understandable. Everyone wants to live. Now you stay and protect Chief Wu and the others. I will not hold you responsible for what happened before." Gong Zhe said.

After that, he walked towards the presiding judge. This guy has been pretending since he appeared. He was very annoyed and was ready to take action against him.

There was a copper bell tied under the folding knife. As it swung, it made a crisp sound. Although no one was in the mood to appreciate it now, after all, in the eyes of the night watchmen, this sound was almost like a death sentence.

"Don't make a fuss!" The flower-picking woman, who had just recovered from being seriously injured, summoned up the courage to shout: "Gong Zhe is not as terrible as the rumors say. I fought him in the past, and I ran away!"

"And he is alone, and we have so many people here!" The flower-picking woman's face became more and more ruddy as she spoke, "Let's go together and kill him! Take away his door!"

It must be said that the flower-picking woman's words were really useless. The presiding judge and the candle holder retreated immediately, and the masked man disappeared after Gong Zhe appeared. No one knew where he went.

The next second, the flower-picking woman suddenly felt a chill in front of her face, and then she was cut in half by a folding knife.

A large amount of blood gushed out, Gong Zhe wiped his face with the back of his hand, and then walked towards the next person with an expressionless face. His folding knife was tied to his wrist, and as it swung, the ringing sounded crisp.

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