221: C221 A Fugitive

C221 A Fugitive

After the leader gave out his order, the entire team dispersed like a pack of wolves returning to the forest. They lowered their bodies and entered the wasteland at an extremely fast speed. Afterwards, they spread out in an orderly manner towards the old rubber plant.

Ye Mo looked at this scene in shock. How was this team like a red stick? If it was matched with a hot weapon, it would be like a special combat unit.

"Impressive, right? All my people. "

Zong Hu said proudly.

The blind man directly turned his head and ignored the other party.

"Let's go too. Compared to who, let's go faster. Let's treat the losers, get one point each, and deduct the points for destroying the artifact. How about it?"

Ye Mo flexed his fingers.

"Heh, alright, there is no reason for Chinese things to be left abroad. Seventh Master hates these kind of cultural relics dealers the most."

Zong Hu revealed a sinister smile.

"Yes."

The words from the blind man were unusually few. He gave a grunt of agreement.

Ye Mo didn't know what to do, but Zong Hu was shocked. This was the first time he saw a blind person show such respect to a person he met for the first time!

"Beep."

The communication device on Zong Hu's hand that was able to communicate with others rang.

"The main entrance is under control, the surveillance has been destroyed."

The messenger reported back.

Almost in an instant.

After the sound of the communicator ended, the three figures instantly disappeared from the arena. Three black figures with different figures each flew towards the main entrance of the old rubber factory at an extremely fast speed.

At this moment, inside the old glue factory.

The abandoned factory district was a different world. Although it was filled with dust and old equipment, a large area had been cleared out from the central area.

Within the cleaned up area. A dozen large, bare-chested Chinese characters were currently surrounding the center of the steel room, drinking and eating meat. Their mouths were filled with oil, and the sweat on their backs was soaked through with all kinds of hideous tattoos.

At the entrance of the abandoned factory district, there were a few thin and weak looking people holding steel pipes or swinging sticks, guarding the entrance with other weapons. From time to time, he would turn his head and look at the strong men eating and drinking with envy.

The guard holding the crossbow on the beam could not stand the smell either. He swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva and wiped his mouth with the trigger of his gun. He wanted to flare up, but he didn't dare.

Because he was different from the group of people below, the people who were drinking and eating were all true fugitives, each of them carrying a case on their back. Therefore, these people acted fearlessly, because the boss thought especially highly of them since they were caught either ten or twenty years old or just a grain of peanuts.

And this time, it was this group of people that had come out to solve the problem for the boss, which was why they had the privilege of eating meat and drinking in this kind of place.

"Where's the alcohol? Dammit, I've lost it! Don't you know to bring two boxes over!?"

A brawny man with a tattoo of a wide-eyed Guan Gong's fierce-looking face picked up the bottle, only to find it was empty, as he shouted in anger.

"Big brother, the boss said that we can't go out unless there's a special situation and there's a risk of exposure. All our wine is here, please bear with it. I'll treat you guys to a drink before we leave."

A thin middle-aged man, who looked to be about forty years of age, smiled and said.

"You want us to drink? What kind of thing are you to treat us to? Master Young Master Bai is treating us to wine more or less right now! "

The brawny man was obviously getting drunk already. His face was red and he looked like he was about to go insane from the anger.2

"We will f * cking help you people with your Bai family heads stuck in your pockets working hard, in the end even you guys won't have enough to drink, ah?!" Did you f * cking hear that, huh? Even if I don't have enough to drink, I'll f * * k you! "

The sturdy man's mouth was full of profane words. His face was flushed from drinking too much alcohol and blood. He waved the bottle of wine towards the head of the manager.

"Bam!"

After a crisp sound, the broken pieces of the beer bottle flew in all directions and the head of the manager was directly beheaded. Fresh blood trickled down his eyebrows and the head of the manager staggered before he fell to the ground and started rolling.

"Hahahaha!" "Haha!"

"Aiyo, well done!"

"He's bleeding, he's bleeding, hahaha, this grandson is bleeding!"

"Howl, it looks like I'm not f * cking full yet, that's why I can howl so loudly!"

"..."

The steward rolled on the floor as he was hit by the strong man's wine bottle. Not only did the other bare-chested fugitives not stop him, they instead started to laugh maniacally.

His words were filled with brutality, bloodlust, and cruelty.

"F * ck you!"

When the guards on the beams of the factory rooms saw that the steward had been attacked by this group of people, they were immediately enraged. They cursed fiercely and directly aimed their crossbows at the head of the brawny man who had assaulted them.

"Yo!"

Being aimed at his head with a crossbow that was as powerful as a bullet from a short distance, the strong man, who had drunk too much, not only did he not show any fear, he even revealed a mouthful of white teeth as he sneered.

"Little chick, do you think you can scare your grandfather with a broken slingshot? Shoot! Fuck you! If you can't kill me, I'll tear you apart! "Damn!"

The robust man's triangular eyes were bloodshot, like a hungry wolf that was about to devour a person, as he maliciously stared at the Bai family person who wielded the crossbow, emitting a cold and sinister baleful aura!

The guard holding the crossbow was, after all, an ordinary person. He, who had never killed anyone, was struck by the strong man's killing intent. His hands that held the crossbow began to tremble, and his leg muscles started to twitch.

Just now, he had relied on his anger to make such an action. As the saying goes, he had done it in one go. Now that the killing intent from the brawny man had been pushed back, the guard started to feel afraid.

He was only one man, and the crossbow could only fire one arrow at a time. If this group of fugitives swarmed towards him, even if he killed one of them, he would not be able to escape the fate of being tortured to death by this group of suicidal maniacs.

Sure enough, when the guard looked down, he discovered that the brawny men with bare arms were all looking up at him with cold and sinister gazes. Their faces had hideous and cruel smiles, just like a pack of wild wolves staring at their prey.

The guard was completely terrified. He was clearly holding onto a killing weapon, but he did not dare to use it. His entire body was trembling. After all, the people below him had truly killed before!

"Shoot!" Fight! What are you waiting for, chick?! "

After the guard revealed his fear, the brawny man became even more arrogant. He stuck out his tongue and licked the steward's blood on his hand. Then, he knocked on his own bald head, which was covered in sinister scars, and laughed sinisterly.

When the guards at the entrance of the warehouse saw their own men being wantonly humiliated, all of them were filled with righteous indignation and clenched their weapons tightly. However, none of them caught up to them.

pqdm.com