269: C269 Three Hundred Solo

C269 Three Hundred Solo

While the entire mafia was busy outside, Ye Ling was carrying Hailun onto the bed, covering her with a blanket gently. Then he came to the sofa, drank a cup of Red Wine and checked the reward from the second floor. He was not worried about what was happening outside.

This was the most precious thing. Every time Ye Ling saw that bottle of blood essence, he would want to sell it and get his hands on it, so he would have to fiercely re-equip himself with the same amount of points he had with the blood essence. But when he thought about the value of blood essence, it was no less precious than a mid quality blood essence; in other words, it was the most destructive fire element blood essence that could only be found by chance, so Ye Ling was reluctant to sell it.

There were two other rewards left, one cultivation technique and one Infinite Bullet Explosion Gun. Ye Ling didn't even know how much energy there was in his body, if he were to use it all at once, it would definitely be comparable to a few atomic bombs. The eighth gate was a hundred percent more powerful than the seventh gate of the Eight Inner Hidden Gates, and the eighth gate wouldn't dare to say that it was more powerful than the seventh gate of the Eight Inner Hidden Gates.

According to his estimation, if Ye Ling was to continue increasing his strength, he might even be able to blow up the earth when he burns out his life force.

Of course, he didn't know how long it would take to reach that level. Ye Ling threw it to the side and started focusing on the Infinite Bullet Explosion Gun.

Every bullet had a flame effect to them, as well as increasing the range of their wounds to let the enemy enjoy the taste of burning meat. As for heavy bullets, if three of them were to hit the body in a row, the 100% bullets would burn the body, and it would even burn the body from the inside out. That would be the most terrifying thing.

Holding the two fist-sized Explosive Flame revolvers in his hands, the silver body looked very noble under the light. Ye Ling liked it the more he saw it, pretty yet still powerful. The most important thing was that the bullets were twice as fast as normal guns, what did this mean? This meant that the enemy had just heard the gunshot, and before they could even react, the bullet had already entered their body. Sometimes, the speed of the bullet could already determine the outcome between gunners.

Just as he was about to give a call to Tang Jiayi and the others to inform them that they were safe, a clamorous sound came from outside, saying that someone from Holy Church Association had come. Ye Ling put away his phone, picked up his wine cup and walked to the glass balcony to look down. The 30th floor might be hard for ordinary people to see the situation below, but it was completely safe with Ye Ling.

People were pouring in from outside the first floor of the building. There were at least two hundred of them.

And there were more and more trends. Many people were holding iron rods, a few people were holding pistols, and the one standing in front was Second Young Master from Holy Church Association. He held an AK-47 in his hand and pointed at the security guards, as if he wanted to make way for the security guards.

The dozen or so security guards were immediately put in a difficult position. If they allowed 200 people to enter the hotel, no one could predict how chaotic the hotel would be. When the boss blamed them, they would all resign.

"You won't let me go, right? "Then laozi will beat you until you give way." When Second Young Master saw the guards being so stubborn, he sneered and raised his AK-47 … The bullets struck on the glass windows of the hotel lobby. The large windows shattered one by one, creating an ear-piercing sound and scaring all the security guards.

The hotel lobby staff, the front desk and the guests were screaming. They were all on their hands and knees, covering their ears.

Then, the two hundred people behind Second Young Master started to get restless, and were about to rush in. At this time, more than fifty men with iron rods rushed out of the hotel, and the main difference between them and their Holy Church Association was that all fifty of them were wearing black suits, looking like elite fighters. However, compared to the two hundred people, the fifty of them were still a little tight.

Holy Church Association's Second Young Master saw Bao Luo bringing over fifty people over, revealed a cold smile, and disdainfully shouted:

"Is this the strength of your Mafia? It seems that you still do not understand how terrifying our Holy Church Association is. "

After he finished speaking, he continued to add: "Come out! Let their Black Hand Group experience our Holy Church Association. "

As soon as Holy Church Association Second Young Master finished speaking, another two hundred people appeared from all sides, surrounding Bao Luo's group.

Looking at Bao Luo and the other members of the mafia who were surrounded, they were shocked. They didn't think that Holy Church Association would call so many people here.

Bao Luo knew that there was no other way out, so he could only give it his all. He struck first to gain the upper hand, so he raised the iron rod in his hand and shouted:

"Fight."

As he said that, Bao Luo was the first to rush up. The other members of the mafia were inspired by Bao Luo, so they all picked up iron rods and threw them at the people from Holy Church Association.

Second Young Master sneered as he saw the mafia rushing towards them recklessly:

"Leave one hundred people behind, the other three hundred will go up and hide that bastard into meat paste. It's a deal, each one of us will give him at least one slash."

"Yes!"

A sudden order was issued and three hundred men were dispatched from the four hundred men towards the presidential suite on the thirty-second floor.

Bao Luo heard Second Young Master's order and thought things weren't good. Originally, the other side intentionally left 100 people to deal with more than 50 of them and then sent a large group to deal with Ye Ling. Bao Luo wanted to go up and save Ye Ling, but he found that he couldn't get away at all.

Bao Luo sighed, hoping that Boss Dai Weisi was right.

There were a total of six elevators in the hotel, each of which could ride 10 people, meaning 60 people at a time. There were a total of six elevators in the hotel, which could ride 10 people, meaning 60 people could ride each elevator.

In front of Ye Ling's door, the first thugs quietly surrounded the door. One of them took out a shotgun, loaded it, and aimed at the lock, preparing to blow it up.

Suddenly, the door slowly opened. A man in white casual clothes with a cigarette in his mouth walked out. His lazy eyes swept over the thugs and the few gunmen. He smiled faintly and said:2

"Are you looking for me?"

"Chop him to death." When the lackeys saw Ye Ling appear, their eyes widened as they shouted excitedly.

Therefore, everyone raised their iron rods and short blades as they attacked Ye Ling.

"How vulgar, hacking people the moment we meet." Ye Ling breathed out a mouthful of white smoke and shook his head with a smile.

"Iron Block s, three thousand turret cannon."

In just a few seconds, he had swung his three thousand kicks and kicked the little lackey in front of him away. The little lackey who was kicked away had a lot of strength from Ye Ling Qiang, and the little lackey who was stuck at the back of the corridor also flew out together with him, because of the use of Iron Block, it would only cause them to lose consciousness. With the addition of a domineering aura, they might just all die, and if there were too many people, Ye Ling would not be able to kill them all.

In just a few seconds, all the lackeys lying on the floor and groaning in pain in the corridor probably took out 20 people in one go. Ye Ling was still smoking and slowly walked towards the corridor, and the lackeys that were not injured quickly organized themselves to attack Ye Ling again. From the corridor, there seemed to be a steady stream of lackeys streaming in.

Ye Ling looked at the crowded corridor and revealed an evil smile.

"So many people. It's a good opportunity for me to train."

"Hack him!" Holy Church Association's little brothers formed a formation again and continued to attack.

"Soft Palm: 328 palms." Ye Ling rushed into the crowd, continuously waving his hand to hit his subordinates. After his gentle punches got tired, Ye Ling switched to iron fists, and with all sorts of skills, he went from the presidential suite to the staircase, leaving only moaning and fainting Holy Church Association members in the corridor behind. The entire one hundred meter long corridor was filled with people.

Unknowingly, he went from the 32nd floor to the 31st floor. Along the way, members of Holy Church Association could be seen everywhere, either lying on the ground moaning or being knocked unconscious. Ye Ling madly attacked as if he was killing monsters in the game.

From the 32nd step to the 31st step, a total of more than 100 people were defeated. Ye Ling didn't seem to be satisfied and continued to fight from the 31st step.

Ye Ling was energetic, but the members of Holy Church Association could not take it anymore. After fighting more than 100 people, his energy was still as strong as a cow, scaring many brothers who wanted to cry, you can fight if you want, but it's not tiring, many of them were waiting for Ye Ling to collapse and attack. It's just that Ye Ling's energy was not as simple as they imagined, it was like a fierce generator, constantly generating electricity.

The indescribably bitter and bitter members of the Holy Church Association couldn't force themselves to continuously pounce at him. Even if they couldn't beat him, they had to tire him out.

"Hey!" You took so long to mince that bastard into mincemeat, didn't you? " As soon as the leader of the 30th floor picked up the phone, he remembered Second Young Master's roar. The leader couldn't help but feel wronged. Holding his phone, he looked at the scene where Ye Ling sent three of his lackeys flying and said with a trembling voice:

"Young master, that guy's too good at fighting. We've already lost over a hundred members, but we still can't do anything to him. What do we do? If this goes on, all three hundred of us will be exhausted."

In all his years of being a gangster, this was the first time he had seen someone kill more than a hundred people. He was so angry that he quickly retreated without kicking or blushing.

"What!?" Three hundred people can't even get rid of that bastard, what the hell are you guys doing? " There was a roar of shock.

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