The high-rise right fist brushed out a faint red light, mixed with the sound of bone shattering, penetrating the monster's head and nailing it to the wall. The surrounding walls blew out inch by inch, and the window frames on both sides were husking.

"God..." The gun in Fred's hand dropped to the ground with a slight click. Jonathan's face at the stairs turned from white to blue, and then to purple and red. The only few subordinates left behind him were stunned. He thought that this tall and fat man was extremely powerful than ordinary people. He had never seen the more violent power on the other side. Compared with them, it was simply the difference between special forces and kindergarten children.

"I suddenly hope these monsters can win, I don't want to face this person." Someone was holding a gun, holding a tight handle, and his fingers were covered in cold sweat.

In the living room, figures with long tongues and sharp claws hung around Wang Ruhu's body, biting wildly, or waving his long tongue to get rid of his mouth and nose.

可以可—

With his arms swung away fiercely, and with the low roar of "Drink--" a monster swept over, he grabbed another eyeless head that bit his shoulder with his backhand, pulled it off from his shoulder, swung it through the air and smashed it into the group of monsters that overlapped and bite in front of him. A figure that was tearing his flesh and his back was immediately smashed, and his limbs were split apart and he lay down directly.

The chandelier stained with blood shook slightly.

In the shaking light, everyone's sight, the surrounding monsters were pulled down and smashed to the ground, or they were knocked away like monkeys, smashing the windows and shaking the walls.

"Walk!"

Half of the monsters in the living room were cleared out. Jonathan whispered to his subordinates behind him, looked at the space for a moment, and rushed to the window frame and rushed outside. Half a monster that had been torn and halved was thrown over. The fat man dodged and dragged the things flying from the bloodline to smash the people behind him.

Wang Ruhu's hanging palms, dark red blood dripped with fingertips, and threw them off the floor to form a "Plum Blossom". He raised his index finger and shook them.

Bang!

A sudden gunshot was heard, and the blood flower rose up on the man who came over. The man quietly pulled the trigger and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. He should always die now.

However, in the field of vision, the figure and footsteps that came forward did not slow down, and just walked towards them.

The area with blood holes was squeezed out and the warhead fell to the floor and turned around. Wang Ruhu touched the wound on his stomach, and stopped after only a little blood flowed.

"He..." Seeing the scene in front of him, the people holding the guns were stunned. They reacted and pulled the trigger again. A large number of bullets splashed blood on their strong bodies. The figures standing there were still standing still, making the people who were shooting, panic in their hearts.

Crack~~Crack~~

The magazines were shot empty, and the gunshots stopped. Before they could change the magazines, Wang Ruhu on the opposite side moved suddenly, and the floor he was stepping on burst inch by inch, and his body rushed towards him.

On this side, several people wanted to escape, and Jonathan wanted to stop them. The figure magnified in his sight, "Ah--" He roared and put his hands on his palms.

Bang bang bang... with his feet stomped on his body, Wang Ruhu's scarlet right arm raised back, and a heavy punch hit the fat man's palm in an instant, as time stagnated in an instant, and as the moment passed, there was an engine roaring by planes roaring through the sky.

——Fighter planes are forcibly landing!

moment.

Jonathan's palms were scattered, his fingers flew away from the cracked palms, and his fat and tall body hit the wall with a bang. Blood oozed out of the pores, oozed out of the clothes, and led to human shape on the wall.

At one moment, the roaring sound of the fighter planes crashed into the crowd, and flew out like a bowling ball. Some people were hit on the front, their bones were instantly shattered, and some were rubbed by their thighs, and they rolled out, breaking a foot of the living room long table. The long table full of food and desserts could not be supported. In the movement of "Wow!", countless things on the tilted tabletop were scattered all over the floor.

Dangdang~~

The blood holes densely covered the bullets fell to the ground one by one, and were falling leather shoes on the soles. Wang Ruhu turned around, and the corpses of monsters on the ground rose into mist that ordinary people could not see. The red aura was entangled in strands and flew towards him and could not disperse.

Wang Ruhu slowly walked to Jonathan sitting in the corner of the wall, like a huge shadow covering the other person's vision. Before the fat white man could speak, he grabbed the other person's hair and pulled it up from the ground.

The "giant" Jonathan endured the severe pain from his left palm, grinned and sneered as the figure as he was usually tall, and then a "pop" sounded throughout the living room.

A slap fell hard on the other person's face, causing a circle of flesh to ripples.

"This slap was for Li Ran."

Jonathan was stunned for a moment, his head buzzed, and the next moment, he slapped another slap from the opposite side, and he fell to one side. However, his hair was pulled down, but his body did not fall down, but his scalp was pulled off, grinning in pain.

"This is for myself."

Wang Ruhu withdrew his hand and pointed his fingertips above the other party's torn wrist. When sealing the acupoints, a series of siren sounds came from the street outside. Fred looked outside with a side look, feeling anxious. If his colleagues broke in, they would inevitably be killed.

Then he simply shouted at the man with black hair and mask over there, "I hope you don't hurt these policemen, I have never seen you."

Seeing that Wang Ruhu was silently looking at the police cars parked on the roadside one by one outside the door. Fred felt even more anxious. He dropped his pistol and repeated it, increasing his tone.

"Please."

Wang Ruhu turned his gaze, tied the fat man tightly with his right hand, pulled down the curtains, tore out a long strip to wrap his right arm, and then led the struggling Jonathan to open the glass leading to the garden, and soon disappeared into the night. Fred in the corner put down the stone in his heart, looked at the police officers entering the door with guns, and suddenly felt exhausted and sat on the ground.

The police officers who arrived saw the scene in the living room and were shocked. When they looked at the alive inspector, it was hard to imagine how they lived to this day.

"God, is there a door to another world here?"

While the police began to protect the scene, in the night outside, the figures that were gone away dragged the fat white man through the streets and alleys, and finally walked into a dilapidated neighborhood. Wang Ruhu threw the person away and threw him to the ground.

Inside, his bare wrist rubbed against the potholes. Jonathan struggled to get up. His scalp suddenly tightened and he was pulled out of another alley. On the street full of colorful graffiti, groups of black people who were roasting fire whistled excitedly when they saw the white people with their hair pulled.

"Hey, need help!"

"Your mask is cool. Next time I will buy one to wear and catch a white man and come back. Oh, this idea is so fucking cool!"

Back in the building that Tori was rented, the Mexican woman cleaning the corridor was shouting at her other neighbor. When she heard the wailing screams, she subconsciously looked at her. Seeing the tall Wang Ruhu dragging a fat man of the same size, the other party's left wrist was broken and broken. Thinking of the opposite door, Tori said that he had murdered before, they all turned around and faced the wall. When they heard the sound of the door opening, they dared to turn back again. They stopped quarreling and ran home quickly, locked the door, and then inserted the door bolt.

.........

The door closed there, the black man Tori waved the sandbag and felt the movement of opening and closing the door. He took off the headphones on both sides of his head. Seeing Wang Ruhu dragging back a fat and ferocious white fat man, he spread his hands: "Hey, Master Wang, we can't let white people live here, this is the principle."

Bang!

Wang Ruhu threw the fat man named Jonas to the ground. The latter struggled to sit up. Wang Ruhu stepped on his chest and pressed him back directly.

After taking the paper and pen handed over by the young man, he quickly wrote: "Get a knife for me."

"do what?"

I don’t know what the other party wants to do with a knife, but the young black man knew that a powerful master like this must have a reason for him to do it. He went to the stove to get a fruit knife, but Wang Ruhu asked him to change it to a bigger one.

In the end, the black man had to go back to the bedroom, flipped out a box from under the bed, took a knife that was very suitable for chopping, and scraped his thumb sharply.

"What are you going to do? What are you going to ask? I can answer."

Seeing that something was wrong, Jonathan was twisting, rubbing his legs and moving backwards, shaking his head hard: "The hunting dog organization won't be so easy to put..."

"Who knows?"

Wang Ruhu grinned at the corner of his mouth, with a cold look in his smile, and raised his hand and chopped it down.

puff!

The blade cut through the neck, and the head with a fearful expression fell to the ground with a "bang" sound. Wang Ruhu felt satisfied after looking at the flat cut. If he had used his hands, it would not be so neat.

"Just find a box and help me deliver my head to Chinatown, just in front of the Longji Tea Restaurant."

Tori looked at the corpse on the ground and nodded dullly, then threw a stack of beautiful knives into his arms. Wang Ruhu took a tissue and wiped the blade, and glanced at it.

Write a line in English.

"Call the black brothers in your neighborhood to help deal with the body, and give them this stack of money."

Tori's thick lower lip quickly closed. He had seen the dead man before. It was the first time he saw him with such a clean and neat knife. Especially the other party's physique was too terrifying.

......My God, if I were me, I would have to be beaten to death by the other party.

After dialing the money in his hand, Tori let out a breath, but went back to the house to find the box, then went downstairs to call a few familiar black men, dragged the bodies away, and cleaned up the blood on the ground one by one.

Wang Ruhu washed up and fell asleep peacefully.

.........

As time passed, the sound of door curtains on both sides of Chinatown rose.

Long Xingzheng opened the door as usual, and there was a box under his feet. A bright red color oozed out of the paper, and a piece of paper pressed against a stone on it.

"Acquaintance is made as a sacrifice."

The old man tore open the tape, opened a corner and looked inside, then quickly closed it. Some people passing by outside greeted him, squeezed out a smile and responded twice, and hurriedly ran upstairs with a cardboard box, one high and one low.

"This bastard, pastries and fruits are all good. You can eat them after a long time... You bring this over and place it in my bedroom. If you give it a revenge on the priest, I will take more money from you!"

"What's the matter with this thing? You bastard?"
Chapter completed!