After Sanli issued the order, he immediately called several phone calls.

At this moment, Yue Kingdom!

In a mysterious office, a middle-aged man was constantly smoking a cigar. Smoke swayed between the offices.

It was already two o'clock in the morning, but he still had no sleepiness. Even though his eyes were blood red.

Since half a month ago, after failing to kill God, he has suffered countless pressures.

The terrifying power he controlled - "Blood Kill" was questioned by many people.

Because of Blood Killing, this mysterious battle team that claims to be the most terrifying killing machine in China, crushes all sins and fails when facing the god of death.

The middle-aged man held a cigarette in his fingers, but looked at a report on the table. This report is a monitoring report of all crocodiles in the Fly River...

When the God of Death fell into the river of fly, he sent countless people to pursue him, almost overturning the world, just to find out the body of the God of Death.

But, nothing has been found!

Unwilling to accept it, he directly asked all the crocodiles in the Fly River to test them just to determine whether the God of Death was buried in the crocodile's belly.

Finally, today, this report came out. In the Fly River, there were no traces of death in the belly of two hundred crocodiles.

"God of Death, many people say you are dead... Are you dead or alive?" The middle-aged man stared at the report on the table and kept murmuring.

"Dingling!"

Suddenly, the phone on his desk rang out in a hurry.

It completely disrupted his deep thoughts!

It was so late that someone actually called him. What's the matter?

He stared at the phone on the table, his eyes narrowed slightly, and it turned out to be a phone call from abroad.

He paused for a few seconds and slowly picked up the phone: "Who is it?"

"The God of Death is not dead!" A cold voice came from the other end of the phone. However, just such a short voice made the middle-aged man tremble all over.

"Who are you? What's your purpose?" The middle-aged man grabbed the phone tightly, his voice cold.

"Don't ask who Wang is. I'm calling this, just to tell you that the god of death is not dead. He is now in Thailand. He has lost his memory and is named Haisheng..." The other end of the phone heard that inexplicable voice again. After that, the person on the other end of the phone hung up the phone, not giving the middle-aged man any chance to ask.

When the middle-aged man called back again, the number was already empty.

Click!

The middle-aged man held the phone tightly, his face with an unprecedented ferocity.

Death! It's really not dead!

He took a few deep breaths to calm his mind.

Then he called out: "All Blood Slay Captains, come and see me!"

After making the phone call, the middle-aged man carried his hands on his back and looked in one direction, with murderous intent!

"Report! Xueshu No. 1, come and report!" Suddenly, the air in front of him twisted, and a figure appeared strangely in front of him, kneeling on the ground on one knee.

The person who came was completely destroyed, only the word "一" was engraved on his face, which represented his status and identity in the blood killing! He was the first person besides a middle-aged man!

Just as the man finished reporting, one of them rushed through the window again, crawling on the ground, reporting expressionlessly: "Report, Xueshu No. 2, come and report!"

The man agreed that his face was completely destroyed, and there was only a hideous word "2" that represented his identity.

The middle-aged man did not move at all, standing in the office like a stone sculpture, still staring at the distance like a sword.

"Xueshu No. 3, come here!" A voice sounded again, and there was another person in the office.

The middle-aged man had no intention of turning around, but his eyes looking into the distance had become more and more murderous intent.

"Heartless, come and report!"

"Xueshu No. 5, come and report!"

"Blood Slaughter Land, come and report!"

Lu Hao, this is the last person, his body is still wrapped with gauze, and his face is as pale as paper, indicating that he has not healed!

A series of low and loud voices resounded throughout the office, causing the air to cool down.

Blood Kill! In this country, the six people with the most powerful and terrifying fighting ability gather here at 2 a.m. tonight! Wait for the order!

This is almost unprecedented!

There were only six people, but they seemed to contain the power to destroy the world. Once it exploded, it would be a destructive blow to anyone!

The middle-aged man slowly turned around, and a heart-pounding murderous intent slowly released with his body!

He quietly looked at the six killing gods kneeling in front of him, his face was calm, so calm that it made people feel terrifying!

These six people were the killing machines he trained... Although their strength is far superior to him, they are definitely 100% obedient to him.

"You can set out and go to the Kingdom of Elephant. Before dawn, get me the head of the God of Death!!" The middle-aged man suddenly shouted loudly! His voice was extremely thick and terrifying, shocking the dark night!

Swish!

The eyes of the six cold-blooded machines suddenly burst into bloodthirsty cold light. The next second, the six people's bodies trembled and they appeared downstairs of the office, and then disappeared into the dark night.

It was already two o'clock in the morning! And taking the head of the God of Death before dawn means that these six killing machines only have four hours!

It will take at least three hours to fly to the Kingdom of Elephant and fly back again!

Then, these six people only have one hour to act - including accurately finding targets and hunting targets!

However, one hour is more than enough!

Because these six people are the kings of killing in the blood!

The six people took action, and even if that person was the god of death, there was no possibility of escape!
Chapter completed!