Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 678

Suddenly a person holding an umbrella appeared, and the guard looked at Bingci defensively.

The black umbrella slowly raised up, revealing a pale, indistinguishably beautiful face.

Bingci looked indifferent, and gently turned the handle of the umbrella with two slender, white fingers. The black umbrella was like a hell black lotus in full bloom, spinning in the air. After bursts of mourning, Bingci stood at the entrance of the passage to catch the black umbrella, Everything is just right.

The detainees on both sides stared blankly, unable to recover for a long time, the strong blood in the air was mixed with a trace of the cold spring fragrance.

"Save us, please save us..."

Countless people flocked to the prison door to reach out for help, Bing Ci suddenly felt unwell, and the world was spinning in front of his eyes, and thousands of faces appeared in his mind, sad, desperate, painful, and fearful faces, and a pair of hands crawled out of the ground, Everyone clung to her like a life-saving straw.

And not far away, another person stretched out his hand towards her, and that person had the same despair in his eyes...
Bingci had a splitting headache, every step was extremely difficult, and she even suffered from severe tinnitus. She couldn't hear the sounds around her, but could only see countless pairs of hands reaching out to her and countless faces screaming in pain.

In order to stay awake, the palms of her hands had been smashed, bloody and bloody, and blood flowed down the handle of the umbrella. Seeing that she couldn't hold on anymore, she took out the pills and blood and swallowed them. After a short rest, she gradually recovered her consciousness.

Bingci walked in without looking back. These people cannot be released now, the danger in Mozhou has not been completely eliminated, and there is only one dead end if they are released.

As soon as Bingci left, members of the JOE organization boarded Mozhou. Becky and Carlo walked all the way to see the hooligans and police lying in the streets and alleys.

"It's too tragic! Which force broke the first line of defense in Mozhou? Is this a police station?" Carlo stepped on the corpses on the ground indifferently, and behind him were neat rows of JOE executors. stand by.

"In this way, we can save a lot of trouble. Report to the boss and ask for instructions on the next step," Becky excitedly turned on the computer with a lollipop in her mouth to contact Han Wu.

At this moment, Han Wu stood on the deck and stared into the distance. The news from Becky made his usually calm eyes flustered, and his heart ached, "Speed ​​up to the second line of defense, try our best to rescue the victim If you encounter this person, no effort will be spared to ensure his safety."

"Roger that!"

Mozhou Meat Grinder, which is the second line of defense, Bingci killed decisively, and solved the peripheral criminal gangs with only one person and one umbrella. He came to this final battlefield alone - Grinding Meat Dungeon, looming in the black smoke. The lights are feasting, addicts can be seen everywhere, excited to the extreme, the dry bones nailed to the black rock, and the remnants of the bones that can be seen everywhere under the feet make a "click click" sound.

The outsider's intervention silenced everyone, and everyone stared at Bingci.

Everyone's heartstrings are tensed, and the battle is on the verge of breaking out.

"Let's go together," Bing Ci coldly glanced at the crowd, and as soon as the words fell, people from the dungeon attacked her one after another.

The blood rained, and only a black umbrella was seen shuttling through the crowd, opening and closing, and the person holding the umbrella was not stained with blood.

All kinds of hidden weapons came from all directions, Bingci's face was indifferent, and he jumped into the sky using people as a springboard. The umbrella was closed, held high and fell, with a powerful force to lift the mountain and surpass the world, scaring a person on the spot. Bingci's hand holding the umbrella Turn slightly, knocking people out.

Smoothly beat back the received hidden weapon.

The sound of metal collisions is crisp and melodious, the lights flicker non-stop, and every movement of Bingci Fighting can be caught in the hot DJ song on the stage.

When JOE's people arrived, the smoke hadn't cleared, and the entrance was a mess, a few hockey pucks rolled down at the feet, and none of the thousands of seats were intact, and they were too broken to be used as firewood.

"Who is it? Another step too late," Carlo kicked the person on the ground angrily.

In order to know who turned Mozhou upside down, they didn't stay too long, and stepped up to catch up.

(End of this chapter)