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Chapter 184 The Unreal Self

"Boy, I'll ask you the last time, who are you?" A man in a black vest raised the machete in his hand, pointed at Shen Lang, and snorted coldly: "If you don't say anything, I'll cut off your hands and feet now. Don't wait until your hands and feet are cut off before crying again after they are cut off.

He said that he knew someone, it would be too late by then!"

Shen Lang's expression did not move, and finally said the first sentence: "You should go up quickly, you are very annoying to wander under my nose!"

Several men were stunned for a moment, but they didn't expect Shen Lang to dare to say such rampant words.

"Oh, I dare to show off in front of us, I'm not too brave! Since you want to die, I'll help you!"

The man in a black vest waved the machete in his hand and chopped Shen Lang's arm, with a grim smile on his face.

Before the machete fell, Shen Lang slowly punched the man in the temple.

"Dong!"

With a muffled sound, the man flew straight out, a lot of blood gushed out of his mouth, nose and ears, and his eyes rolled, and he died directly.

This man was beaten to death by Shen Lang!

Shen Lang snatched the man's machete, and several other strong men rushed up, holding daggers, or waving the iron stick in his hands, and attacking different parts of Shen Lang's body.

Shen Lang did not dodge or dodge, held the machete in his hand tightly, swung it in the air for half a circle, and seemed to wave it casually twice.

"Boom!" Two violent sounds of breaking through the air came, and the machete in Shen Lang's hand even stirred up a wave of air, with an extremely terrifying momentum.

A strong man's body was instantly cut off by a machete!

Seeing this scene, the other four strong men couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, showing a look of horror and horror, and were so scared that they couldn't help but take a few steps back.

But it's too late.

Shen Lang waved forward a few more times with a machete in his hand, and the two strong men died directly.

The whole process took only two seconds, and the five strong men were killed by Shen Lang using extremely sharp means.

Shen Lang took a deep breath and killed someone again. This feeling of killing gave him a kind of mental tremor and pleasure.

This feeling is the same as when he was a killer before, and his anger would slowly erupt. Shen Lang hated this feeling very much, but he enjoyed it mentally.

In some aspects, Shen Lang hates this unreal self.

The fat man who fell to the ground was so scared that he was scattered and his eyes were wide open.

As Shen Lang held a machete dyed red by blood, approaching him step by step, the fat man was so scared that he lost his restraint in urine and defecation. He opened his mouth, but found that he was in a panic and speechless manner!

Shen Lang was not kind, and he held the hilt in his right hand tightly, and cut down straight down with a blank expression.

Two doctors in white coats in an infirmary next to him were frightened to death when they saw this and fled in panic.

Shen Lang snorted coldly and stepped forward and waved two swords.

The two doctors let out heart-wrenching screams.

All the guys who were killed were killed, and Shen Lang had no hesitation in his heart.

Many doctors who are undergoing surgery on living people noticed the movement and paniced and wanted to escape.

Shen Lang stepped forward and cut off the legs of the doctors who took the living organs.

He kicked open the doors of the infirmary, except for the people on the operating table, Shen Lang chopped them up whenever he saw them.

The wailing and screaming in the entire corridor was particularly harsh, and no one could escape from Shen Lang's palm.

Soon, the ground in the corridor was stained red by a large amount of blood, and the smell of blood was shocking.

Walking slowly towards the iron door at the end of the corridor, Shen Lang cut off the lock on the iron door with a machete and pushed open the heavy iron door.

Walking in, it is a large underground workshop with space.

The air was cold and humid, with dim incandescent lamps illuminating, emitting a smell of rotten meat, and the bad situation was very poor. There were machetes and axes in the corners.

The entire workshop emits a chemical drug mixed with the smell of high concentrations of drugs.

Shen Lang looked at the things placed in the workshop, some chemical raw materials, and poppy raw materials.

This place is a drug processing plant. No wonder the bodies I saw in those abandoned steel mills before absorbing excessive drugs.

Those disabled people should be forced to process drugs, and they inevitably absorbed a large amount of drugs during the process, so they became like that.

It's really disgusting to do such a crazy thing.

A large number of disabled people were locked in rows of iron cages behind the workshop.

As Shen Lang walked over, the disabled people were filled with fear and fear, as if danger was about to come to them.

Shen Lang walked slowly forward. These disabled people were basically young people, and there were a few teenagers or girls.

Perhaps it is to prevent these disabled people from escaping from escaping, so human traffickers break their legs and let them engage in drug processing.

No matter who Shen Lang's eyes stayed on, the person would be trembling all over and tremble with fear.

Perhaps because he noticed the movement, several strong men came out of an office behind the underground workshop.

Seeing Shen Lang wandering around the workshop with blood on his work clothes, the faces of several strong men suddenly changed.

"Catch him!"

After a loud shout, several strong men rushed towards Shen Lang.

A man in black also pulled a pistol from his waist.

Shen Lang stepped forward and took away the machete from a strong man's hand. He cut at the man in black like a gust of wind.

The man in black had dilated his pupils, and before he could shoot, his right arm was cut off by Shen Lang.

"Kill him!" Seeing this, the other strong men shouted fiercely.

Unfortunately, they had only time to say this. Shen Lang waved the machete in his hand like lightning, and chopped the guys in his waist expressionlessly!

"Puchip!"

The people screamed hoarse and horrified.

A row of disabled people in the iron cage looked at the bloody scene and all kinds of screams came.
Chapter completed!
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