C34 Do Not Know What Is Called

"Your captain?" "The black man?" Sikong Banyu recalled the black man who intercepted him on the third floor the last time when he came to rescue Su Guowei. It seemed like he was their leader.

"You knew I would come back?" Including the sniper with the broken neck, there were seven of them. They seemed to have been lying in ambush for a long time, waiting for him to come.

The yellow-haired man sneered, "We don't know, but we do know that you are a special team from China. Now that one of your members has fallen into our hands, according to the traditions of your army, you will never give up. "Looks like we didn't do our work for nothing."

Sikong Banyu glanced at him indifferently: "It seems that you guys know a lot about China, but do you think that you guys can stop me?"

Just a few mercenaries, although in the eyes of ordinary people, they were already powerful enough, in Sikong Banyu's eyes, they were far from enough.

"Hale, this kid's tone is quite arrogant. He wants me to play with him." At this moment, a white man wearing jeans sneered as he walked out. He pulled out a short knife from his waist and started spinning it in his hand. He looked quite skilled, probably a good hand at playing with knives.

The others crossed their arms and looked at Sikong Banyu with mockery in their eyes. This kid looked extremely thin, yet he was still boasting that they wouldn't be able to stop him? What a joke, with his small physique?

"Heh …"

That cowboy chuckled. He held his short knife backwards and jumped towards Sikong Banyu. The knife in his hand stabbed straight at Sikong Banyu's neck. His speed was very fast. It seemed like he had been trained to do it.

"Hmph …"

Sikong Banyu took a step back and dodged the Cowboy's knife. However, this was not the first time that the cowboy had encountered such a battle. He quickly reacted and the short knife suddenly stood up and slashed towards Sikong Banyu's abdomen.

"With your strength?" "He really doesn't know what it means." Sikong Banyu stretched out his hand like lightning and grabbed the hand that the cowboy used to wield the knife. Then, he turned around and directly held the short knife held by the cowboy and held it horizontally on the cowboy's neck.

The cowboy didn't even have time to react before he felt a chill on his neck. His eyes widened as he fell onto the ground in dissatisfaction. He had never dreamed that he would die like this, killed by the dagger he was so proud of.

"Not good... This is a Chinese expert, let's attack together. "

When the remaining five people saw Sikong Banyu kill one of their comrades so cleanly, their faces suddenly changed. What kind of strength was this? They were extremely clear about the strength of the cowboys. The special forces of an ordinary country simply weren't a match for the cowboys.

The five of them didn't have the confidence to fight with their own hands this time. Sikong Banyu's attack had already shocked them. He quickly raised the gun in his hand and was about to shoot at Sikong Banyu.

"Hmph …" You people dare to act so arrogantly in front of me?

"Plop …"

The cowboy's corpse fell to the ground, but Sikong Banyu's figure had already disappeared.

"Be careful …"

When the yellow-haired man saw this, his face was filled with horror. How is this possible? He couldn't even catch a glimpse of the silhouette of this person. What kind of speed was this? It was beyond his imagination.

It was a pity that his warning was too late because the companion beside him had once again widened his eyes and fallen to the ground in dissatisfaction.

"Where …"

The yellow-haired man cried out in alarm and quickly fired out with his gun.

"Bang, bang, bang …"

However, those bullets didn't land on the bars of the dungeon, but on the mercenary who had turned into a corpse. Sikong Banyu had already disappeared without a trace.

"Ugh …"

Another person's neck was cut, and his hand was still holding the gun, but his eyes would never blink again.

"The devil... He is the devil... "Ah …

Such a strange opponent was someone who even others could not see, yet his own comrade was directly sliced through the neck and died. If this wasn't a devil, then who could do this?

"Ah …"

The remaining three mercenaries could no longer suppress the fear in their hearts and crazily rushed towards the button on the basement stairs. They only wanted to leave this place, this Chinese man was a demon, other than the devil, they could not think of anything else that could do this.

It was better that they were on guard. After all, bullets were a threat to Sikong Banyu at the moment. However, if they were to fall into chaos, it would be equivalent to putting themselves on the road to death.

A ray of silver light flashed past. The three of them clutched their necks, looking forward with fear in their eyes. The stairs that were so close to them fell to the ground unwillingly.

Out of the seven mercenaries, only the yellow-haired man was left standing on the ground in fear. He stared in disbelief at his five companions who were alive and kicking a moment ago.

Dead … He died just like that? They didn't have the slightest ability to resist. They were still thinking that their captain was not unkind to them, but now that they died in the hands of the Chinese, they had to kill one or two Chinese to avenge their captain. However, they didn't expect that what they were waiting for wasn't a chance for revenge, but a devil or a death god.

"How is it? Do you think you can stop me now? " When the yellow-haired man heard this, he quickly turned his head and saw that the Chinese man was standing not far from him. He was looking at him indifferently as if killing his five companions was just a small matter.

What made him more afraid was that the short knife that Sikong Banyu held in his hand was now dripping with dark red blood. At this moment, he felt that this short blade that was not even half a foot long was the terrifying Sickle of the God of Death.

"You … Are you a human or a ghost? No... You are not a human, you are a devil … You are the devil! "

The yellow-haired man had completely collapsed. He raised the gun in his hand and began to fire.

"Bang, bang, bang …"

The gunshots rang out in the enclosed dungeon for a full minute before stopping. At this time, however, the yellow-haired man was standing there, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. He was motionless like a retarded child.

In front of him, Sikong Banyu looked at the knife in his hand that was stained red with blood. He snorted lightly and turned around, walking towards the cell where Ye Lingxin was imprisoned.

"Plop …"

Just as Sikong Banyu turned around, the yellow-haired man who was standing there blankly fell to the ground. A wound appeared on his neck and blood started to flow out.

Sikong Banyu kicked open the cell door and walked in. The cell was not very tall, only about two meters in height. Ye Lingxin, who had been lifted off the ground by the iron chain, was standing with her feet on the ground.

"Captain Ye …" Captain Ye? " Sikong Banyu called out twice and did not see any response from Ye Lingxin.