Godly Dragon Guard

"Boy, I will ask you one last time, who are you?" A man in a black vest raised his machete, pointed at Shen Lang, and snorted coldly: "If you don't say anything, I will cut off your hands and feet right now. Don't wait until your hands and feet are cut off, and then cry and say that you know someone, it will be too late!"

Shen Lang didn't move, and finally said the first sentence: "You guys have to go up, hurry up, it's annoying to wander around under my nose!"

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

"Hehe, you fucking dare to pretend to be aggressive in front of us, you are not a coward! Since you want to court death, I will help you!"

The man in the black vest waved the machete in his hand and slashed at Shen Lang's arm, with a smirk on his face.

Before the machete fell, Shen Lang unhurriedly threw a punch, hitting the man's temple.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, the man flew straight out, a large amount of blood poured out from his mouth, nose and ears, rolled his eyes, and died immediately.

This person was beaten to death by Shen Lang!

Shen Lang snatched the machete from the man's hand, and several other strong men rushed forward, either holding daggers and machetes, or waving iron rods in their hands, and attacked different parts of Shen Lang's body one after another.

Shen Lang didn't dodge or dodge, he clenched the machete in his hand, swung it half a circle in the air, and swung it twice seemingly at random.

"Boom!" There were two violent piercing sounds, and the machete in Shen Lang's hand even set off a wave of air, which was extremely terrifying.

A strong man's body was cut off in half by a machete in an instant!

The blood rained wildly, and the flesh and blood fell, dyeing the ground in a blood red color, and the thick bloody smell was disgusting.

Seeing this scene, the other four strong men couldn't help but gasped, showing a terrified look, and couldn't help taking a few steps back in fright.

But it's too late.

Shen Lang swung the machete forward a few more times, and the heads of the two strong men were chopped off, blood splashed out like a fountain.

Finally, with a flick of the horizontal knife, a big gash was cut in the chest of the two of them, and they fell to the ground and died.

The whole process took only two seconds, and five strong men were beheaded by Shen Lang with extreme methods.

Shen Lang took a deep breath, he killed someone again, the pleasure of killing gave him a kind of spiritual trembling and joy.

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

In some respects, Shen Lang hated this unreal self.

The fat man who fell to the ground was scared out of his wits, his eyes widened.

Seeing Shen Lang approaching him step by step with a machete stained red with blood, the fat man was so frightened that he lost control of his bladder and bowels. He opened his mouth, but found that he was too frightened to speak!

Shen Lang was not merciful, he clenched the handle of the knife with his right hand, and chopped straight down with a blank expression.

The blood was soaring, and the fat man's body was cut in two.

Seeing this, two doctors in white coats in a nearby infirmary were so frightened that their scalps went numb and they fled in panic.

Shen Lang snorted coldly, stepped forward and waved two knives.

The legs of the two doctors were cut in two, and there were heart-piercing screams from their mouths.

Those who were killed were all those who deserved to die, Shen Lang didn't hesitate in his heart.

Many doctors who were performing organ harvesting operations on living people noticed the movement and panicked and wanted to escape.

Shen Lang stepped forward with a knife, and cut off the legs of these doctors who took organs from living people.

Kicking open the doors of the infirmary one by one, except for the people on the operating table, Shen Lang would chop anyone he saw.

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

Soon, the ground in the corridor was stained red with 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 a lot of space.

The air was cold and humid, with dim incandescent lamps on, exuding a smell of carrion, the environment was very bad, and there were machetes and axes in the corners.

The whole workshop exudes a smell of chemicals, mixed with a high concentration 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 factory, no wonder the corpses seen in those abandoned steel factories have absorbed excessive drugs.

Those with disabilities should be forced to process drugs, and inevitably absorbed a lot of drugs in the process, so they became like that.

When those disabled people overdosed on drugs and were about to die, these drug dealers directly took their organs and sold them for money.

It's really disgusting to do such insane activities.

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

Seeing Shen Lang approaching, those disabled people had panic and fear on their faces, as if danger was about to befall them.

Shen Lang walked forward slowly. These disabled people are basically young people, and there are a few teenagers or girls in their 14th or 15th years.

Perhaps in order to prevent these captive disabled people from escaping, the traffickers broke their legs and made them work in drug processing.

No matter who Shen Lang's gaze rests on, that person must be trembling all over, trembling with fright.

Perhaps sensing the movement, a few strong men came out of an office behind the underground workshop.

Seeing Shen Lang swaggering around in the workshop, and his overalls were covered with blood, the expressions 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 out a Type 54 pistol from his waist.

With one step, Shen Lang stepped forward and snatched the machete from a strong man's hand. Like a gust of wind, he took the lead in slashing at the man in black.

The pupils of the man in black dilated, and before he had time to shoot, his right arm was cut off by Shen Lang, and the blood flowed wildly.

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

It's a pity that they only had time to say this sentence, Shen Lang waved the machete in his hand like lightning, and slashed towards these guys with a blank face!

"Pu Chi Pu Chi!"

The bodies of several people were cut into two by Shen Lang, their limbs trembling in a pool of blood, and hoarse and frightened shouts came from their mouths.

A row of disabled people in the iron cage watched this bloody scene, and various screams came.

Shen Lang looked as usual, threw away the machete, took off his blood-stained coat, and walked out of the workshop as if nothing happened.

For Shen Lang, this operation is like a mission, but different from previous missions, this time it is to repay Qingyu's favor. (to be continued)