The Revenge Angels team continues to train in Difficulty 10 difficulty.

The team's cooperation and combat skills have been improved to a certain extent within more than six hours.

He scored the 10-point score from 86 to 90.

We practiced until half past ten, and then we disbanded and went home.

Tonight, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and the stars are dim.

Yang Guang ran alone on the road. Thinking of yesterday, he suddenly worried about the old man.

I called him but couldn't get through, so I had to send him a text message.

What did the old man do today?

...

...

The suburbs of the southern capital, the northern wilderness area.

A huge building like a fortress, like a dormant beast under the dark night.

In the hall, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face and red eyes was listening to his subordinates report on the situation.

"It's been a day and a night, but the young master still hasn't found it. Those puppies are afraid of the smell of black tigers, so they are useless."

The middle-aged man only snorted in his nose, indicating that he knew.

The subordinate said again: "Young Master's chip cannot be tracked, so is that Moji, and the tracker on Heihu's body has no signal.

I'm afraid…”

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and interrupted: "These two things that are not enough to do anything can be defeated. If they die in the mouth of some demon, then forget it, they are afraid of dying in the hands of people.

In my opinion, they are most likely dead now.

However, you must see the corpse even if you die. If you are killed, you must find out clearly.

These days, you will tell the people below not to go out to hunt at night, and then talk about it after you figure it out."

"Yes, that's what I mean. Our stronghold was finally left behind during the last major cleaning.

If this matter is exposed, it would be a pity.”

While the two were talking, a burst of gunfire suddenly sounded outside.

The gunshot was very loud, and you could tell it was a large caliber pistol.

What is terrible is that the gunshots are sometimes far away, sometimes near, sometimes east and west. Every time the gunshots sound, they are accompanied by a scream or a roar.

But soon, gunfire and shouts of people stopped at the same time.

The middle-aged man stood up and ordered, "What's going on outside? Go and see!"

The subordinate ran to the door in panic. As soon as he opened the door, another gunshot was heard.

The gunshot was very close and very loud.

The subordinate's head suddenly exploded like a smashed watermelon, and red and white objects splashed out and sprinkled on the gorgeous carpet.

The body that lost most of its head fell to the ground dejectedly and the door was pushed open.

A tall man wearing a windbreaker, a cowboy hat and holding a double gun walked in slowly from outside the gate.

The scarf on his neck was pulled over the bridge of his nose, and his eyes were hidden in the shadows under the brim of his cowboy hat.

The middle-aged man, with a gloomy face as usual, asked coldly: "Who are you?"

He had already picked up the long sword in his hand and was ready to take action at any time.

However, he could not sense at all: what level of gunman the tall man in front of him was.

He had already realized that the entire stronghold had now become dead silent.

This guy only took more than ten seconds to shoot all his subordinates, including a master-level warrior.

The man in the windbreaker lifted the brim of his hat a little, revealing a pair of black and shiny eyes.

"I'll ask you, you answer, or you'll break your hands and feet first.

Throw you into the basement and feed those things you raise."

His voice was a little hoarse and his speech was slow, giving people an unquestionable feeling.

The gloomy middle-aged man didn't know whether he should take action or speak now.

An invisible pressure came.

He was originally very confident in his swordsmanship, but suddenly he felt that if he stabbed this sword, he would definitely fail.

So he neither took action nor spoke.

"Which team is your stronghold?"

The man in the windbreaker asked his first question. At some point, the two extremely large pistols in his hand had fallen back into the holsters on both sides of his waist.

This represents a certain degree of sincerity and incomparable self-confidence.

The gloomy middle-aged man did not answer this question, and this question was too difficult to answer.

So he began to wonder again whether he should do it.

Unfortunately, he hesitated for too long, so long that the other party lost patience.

He felt his right hand holding the sword suddenly chill...

"Bang!!"

A huge gunshot suddenly burst into his ears.

He found that the part below his right forearm was missing.

He didn't scream or even hum because he didn't have time to feel the pain.

"I forgot to tell you that answering questions too slowly will be interrupted."

The man in the windbreaker did not put away the gun again, and his voice was colder than before: "It seems that you only have three chances, and I still have the same problem."

The gloomy middle-aged man was silent for two seconds, and severe pain began to come. He gritted his teeth and said, "If you want to kill, kill!"

"Bang!"

Another gunshot, and his other arm disappeared.

"The answer is wrong."

The man in the windbreaker sighed: "Actually, even if you don't tell me, I will find it out. Why are you doing?

I will suffer, and you will suffer too.

Say it, I promise you will not suffer any pain when you die."

The gloomy middle-aged man endured the pain and roared angrily: "Who are you? Why do you want to investigate us?"

The answer to him was a gunshot.

He lost his balance and fell down. He saw that there was only a small piece of his right calf left, with broken flesh and broken half of his leg bones exposed in the air, which was shocking.

"You...you are a devil..."

The middle-aged man's face was no longer gloomy at this time. His face turned pale and his whole body trembled, "Give me some fun!"

The tall man in a windbreaker was unmoved. He grabbed the middle-aged man's waist and lifted him up easily.

"It seems you won't say anything anymore, so I'll let you ask for Ren and get Ren."

The man in the windbreaker was holding the middle-aged man, as if he was familiar with the door and the road. He soon found a very hidden basement switch and opened the door and went in.

In the basement, ferocious and ugly beast-shaped demons were locked in cages made of special materials. The bloody smell made them very beastly, and they roared and kept hitting the metal cages, making a clanging sound.

"What are you going to do...please don't do this..."

The poor guy who was determined to die was still scared when he thought that he was about to be eaten alive by the demon he raised.

"Think about it for three seconds."

The cold eyes of the man in the windbreaker were as sharp as a knife, piercing into the middle-aged man's eyes.

The poor guy struggled and hesitated for two seconds, but finally gave in.

It took him two minutes to speak as quickly as possible, and he said everything the other person wanted to know.

He just wanted to get relief soon.

"I've finished saying everything, can I die?"

"sure."

This man, who was like a demon, shot under his expectation.

He knocked down the lock of a cage.

Then, under the middle-aged man's glaring with fear and regret, he turned around and left.

The sealed door of the basement closed with a bang and fell into the darkness again.

Three minutes later, a huge fire ignited in the huge fortress building.
Chapter completed!