My name is Lu Mingfei, not Lu Mingfei!

Chapter 154 153. Cicada, mantis, and oriole (3)

Caesar was the first to attack, slamming his foot into the slightly rotten square table, turning around, grabbing the chair under him and smashing it over. This is a typical way of fighting among street gangsters, just like Jackie Chan in the Furniture City, where everything within reach is a weapon.

But everyone who was born in Gattuso seems to have this innate trait. Even if their suits and money disguise them as polite gentlemen, they will not use those so-called aristocrats when they really get ruthless. It's a fencing-like showmanship, and only the moves that can beat the opponent to the ground and beg for mercy are good things. But now, Caesar's rare anger burst out, which made him even more attracted to this kind of violence that hits the flesh with fists.

Before Caesar's bench could be knocked into place, a fist like a steel drill drilled out from the center of the table, and even though the view was blocked, it still accurately grasped the bench legs. The square table suddenly cracked, and Garrincha smashed the old thing into pieces with his bald head. Lin Fenglong screamed and rolled to the corner. Several wooden thorns pierced his face. He grimaced in pain. He was like a frightened rabbit. He didn't even have time to deal with the wound. He ran into the back hall and obviously continued to stay here. If you go down, it won't just be the faces that get hurt. These two lunatics have given up their lives for the sake of that worthless subway card.

The left and right sides of the bench were held in each other's hands, and the violent push made this ancient piece of furniture make a rattling sound. It only lasted a few seconds before falling into pieces. The two men stepped forward at the same time, their strong punches mixed with sawdust dashing forward, their fists falling faster than the wooden blocks to the floor.

From the pure collision of muscles, even the perpetrator of the violence could hear the sound of cracking bones. For the first time in a formal head-to-head encounter, Caesar actually suffered a painful loss. Severe pain was felt in the bones of his hands, and they were definitely broken. .

Caesar was slightly moved. Garrincha was obviously far superior to him in terms of sheer strength. When he punched Caesar, he felt like he was not hitting a person at all, but using his own body to hit a steel plate. .

Subtle psychological changes were reflected on his face. Garrincha noticed Caesar's surprise, and his smile became more and more arrogant. He didn't give Caesar time to react. After the first punch, there were a series of violent attacks like a violent storm.

After suffering a loss, Caesar did not dare to accept such a fist again. While evading, he grabbed everything available around him and used it as a weapon, including porcelain cups, bronzes, and even unknown ancient swords, but these things were in Garrincha. His fists were like layers of ridiculous window paper. The cracked porcelain could not even scratch the back of his hand, and the bronze was forcibly bent by the strong violence. Through the layer of protection, Caesar felt like he was using his body to fight against the tank shells. That ancient sword was even more ridiculous. The one Lin Fenglong put in the store was actually a fake. The moment he got it, Caesar felt that the weight was wrong but he still used it to chop. As a result, Garrincha could hold the blade with his bare hands and it was fine. He even twisted it into a twisted metal snake, forcibly pulled it away from Caesar's hand, and nailed it into the wall panel with his backhand.

"Fight back? Gattuso boy! You can only hide!" Garrincha smiled ferociously, and would make provocative remarks every time he punched. His face was full of anger, as if he had indulged in luxury for a long time, but his movements were flexible and powerful.

He had a deep relationship with the Gattuso family. It was a shame that his brother died at the hands of seven-year-old Caesar. Garrincha felt sick when he heard that an adult was killed by a seven-year-old child. Later, they directly confronted the warship rented by the Gattuso family, and slapped Frost so hard that the Gattuso family never appeared in South America again.

Now facing the boy known as the designated heir of the Gattuso family, he certainly did not need to hold back. The long-awaited attack, even though it was only a few moves, had already ignited Garrincha's boiling war drum heart. The gang leader known as the South American Horned Eagle now no longer has to do most things himself, but this does not mean that he will slack off. The force of each punch is more fierce than the last one. The murderous intention that he wanted to suppress has gradually faded away. Coming out of my mind, killing a Caesar before killing the dragon sounds like a wonderful thing, doesn’t it?

Lin Fenglong's store was not big to begin with, and the small items piled up everywhere made it difficult to find a place to stay. Caesar was soon forced into a corner with no way to retreat, and could only curl up his arms to protect his head. This made him He does look like a child being bullied.

This action aroused Garrincha's desire for killing even more. He crawled all the way up from that chaotic place. His hands were stained with too much blood. People who are unable to resist are always like this. They can only run around and pray to God. of salvation.

He clenched his hands into a hammer and smashed it down from bottom to top, even making a sharp sound of breaking wind. The target is Caesar's head. He knows very well how lethal his iron fist is. If Caesar resists, he still has a chance to live. If he dares not resist forcefully because of his previous failure, then this time he can kill him. Skull cracked.

Caesar suddenly raised his eyes, his golden pupils glowing with the afterglow that soared into the sky. The black muzzle of the gun appeared silently in the space of vision that had been covered by his arm. He calmly pulled the trigger.

This is a arrogant strategy. Blindly retreating will make the opponent more eager to attack. Since Garrincha has a grudge against himself, it will be easier for him to fall into this trap. Caesar is waiting for this opportunity, no matter how powerful he is. The violence will not be stronger than bullets.

Amidst the huge explosion, the muzzle of the gun ignited as brilliantly as a flamethrower. After being modified by the equipment department, the power of this gun can no longer be called a simple pistol. What is fired is not a bullet but a flame stream that is several meters long in an instant. .

One hit from the front by such a thing would have sent him to the hospital for treatment of severe burns. However, at such a close distance, Garrincha still failed to hit him. The moment Caesar raised his eyes, he had forcibly terminated his own attack. With proud violence, he rolled to the side, and the fire dragon flashed past where he was a second ago, roasting the old goods in the antique shop to a mushy smell. Some of them had been ignited. Black barbecue marks were left on the wooden walls.

This is simply science fiction. The distance between the two people was less than half a meter. The victory should have been easy. Garrincha had no reason to give up the attack, but he did just that, perfectly avoiding the deadly fire dragon.

Caesar threw the pistol away, because it only had one round, which successfully created an opportunity for him to fight back. The mission of the pistol was over.

There was an unprecedented violent beating in my chest, each time more powerful than the last, just like an extreme enthusiast who is challenging to climb a peak. Whenever he feels that this is the limit, he looks up and sees that the top of the mountain seems to be there. Far ahead, so I squeezed out some strength from my body and refreshed and raised my limit again.

It turns out that Chu Zihang has been using this kind of thing. It is indeed an addictive feeling. After using it for the first time, every cell in the body is like a new life. An unprecedented lightness surrounds the whole body, but it does not make people feel uncomfortable. It felt soft and weak, but was replaced by strength that you could feel if you held your palms.

He closed his eyes and gave up his vision. The realm spread. The goblin in the wind waved his sickle and danced wildly, transmitting everything around him to his master like a living sonar. The sound of heartbeats, footsteps, and the crackling of burning, together with those unresponsive solids, a linear two-dimensional world structured by sound appeared in Caesar's mind. The center of this world is Caesar himself, and Garrincha is directly in front of him. The sound waves returning at high speed outline his shape. Caesar can even hear the collision of several coins in his trouser pocket.

Caesar's blood exploded, and his bloodline increased rapidly in a very short period of time. A low-ranking Yanling like Kamitachi really doesn't have the power that Emperor Gattuso should have. Although the living radar sounds useful, if it is put into the game, its function is nothing more than a small map. Caesar was once a small map. Jun Yan had envied Chu Zihang when he was young. Humanoid self-propelled bombs were obviously better than radars. If he killed all his opponents, would he still need to scan the map?

Now he no longer has to worry about this. The low ranking means that it has a better upper limit. While the bloodline is being refined at a high speed, Caesar's speech spirit has also evolved, and the goblin in the wind has grown sharper bone claws. With the scythe on its long tail, dazzling gold burst out from the pupils, the Kamaitachi changed from a fairy to a blood-thirsty thug, and the word spirit evolved into an extremely aggressive vampire scythe!

No one knows about those silent cries. People living in this world can only see with their naked eyes the terrible scene happening in this hut. Something invisible seems to be wreaking havoc in the small space at high speed, leaving behind every bite and fight. With a crack half an inch deep, nothing can stop their attack.

Tearing pain bloomed on Garrincha's face. He didn't even have time to notice what it was, and the splatter of blood blurred his eyes. He shouted and waved his arms, trying to drive away the invisible creatures, but this was in vain. The speed of the sickle and weasel thugs was equal to sound, and the leap speed in the air was 340 meters per second. Unless Garrincha transformed into a supersonic fighter, otherwise He definitely can't outrun those weird fanatics.

The blood sprayed in the air further activated the frenzy of the blood-sucking sickles and weasels. Garrincha covered his face and fled the small antique store. The sickles and weasels chased after him, and Caesar had to follow closely. . This is the price of the evolution of the spirit. The original range of the sickle in the air can cover the surrounding area of ​​a cathedral, but now they can only be limited to ten meters around Caesar. Beyond this range, the vampire sickle will be out of control. Sarah is not crazy enough to let this group of invisible creatures run amok in human society.

The moment Caesar stepped on the threshold, several faint sounds of metal collisions were brought back by the group of sickles and weasels. He suddenly turned back to the room and pressed against the wall. Murderous intent came like a torrential rain. The sound of gunshots was deafening, and the bullets fired at the same time. The old wooden door hung with gauze was rotten, leaving bullet holes that penetrated it.

Outside the antique shop, a Porsche was parked at the end of the alley, blocking the entrance. Four men in black each held a gun and pointed it at the old wooden door in a fan shape. Anything that appeared from there would be shot mercilessly.

Hearing the gunshots, the other store owners cautiously poked their heads out of the windows to take a look, then quickly retracted and closed the doors and windows. For a while, the alley was completely cleared, and no one dared to risk their lives in the firefight. joke.

It's not like things like this have never happened before. The antique industry is simply huge profits, and there will always be unclean people getting their hands and feet involved here. The best way to deal with it is to ignore it if it doesn't concern you.

The men in black were very satisfied with how sensible the other bosses were. They were the accomplices brought by Garrincha and could be called personal guards. The moment the boss came out of the store injured, the group of people had already entered a fighting state. This was how they were in their hometown. They didn't need special orders or even glances. They could figure out what they should do based on the situation at the scene.

It’s crazy to use live ammunition in this city. Caesar thought that people outside who heard gunfire should have called the police. It won’t be long before the local police arrive to deal with thugs who are armed with live ammunition. The police have the right to shoot. Yes, the people of Garrincha are extending the private grievances between mixed races into ordinary society. In doing so, they will become public enemies of other mixed races. No one wants to force the secrets related to the Dragon Clan to be made public.

But before the police came, Caesar had to find a way out of this predicament. The other party was very careful to keep a distance, which happened to be within the maximum attack range of the vampire scythe. Those invisible thugs are both strong and weak to a certain extent. Garrincha's men cannot see the vampire scythe and have no way to defend against the high-speed attack of 340 meters per second, but the vampire scythe cannot completely defeat them in a few breaths. A hybrid species has lost its combat effectiveness. They attack with their own claws and the sickle on their tail. The cuts are very shallow and cannot be fatal instantly.

At this moment, Caesar misses his Desert Eagle a little bit. If he has two pistols in his hands and cooperates with the Kamaita, he will be a deadly gunner. He will not be suppressed by a few pistols. It is a rare defeat. Classmate Caesar, who has always been conceited, understood the meaning of the classic Chinese sentence. The so-called tiger falls and is bullied by dogs, and the dragon swims and dives but is tricked by fish. This is probably what he feels now.

Caesar looked out from the gap under the window paper. Garrincha gestured to one of the men in black. The man in black nodded knowingly and dialed his cell phone. The Porsche parked at the entrance of the alley got out of the car. A man in black wearing white gloves carried a large briefcase from the trunk and handed it to Garrincha.

Garrincha opened the briefcase, sat there and began to slowly assemble the parts inside. His subordinate came to him and lit a cigar, wiped the blood from his face, and while he was puffing away the smoke, a black jet-black cylinder was forming.

Caesar probably recognized what it was. The French-made Apachex 122mm smart rocket launcher was originally a smart weapon deployed to block roads, but now Garrincha uses it in urban areas and even operates it manually. , which means that this group of gangsters from South America don't care about the security force in this city. For them, killing their enemies first is the most important thing.

"To be honest, I don't really like using this kind of thing, because it doesn't have the real feeling of actually killing a person." Assembling it, Garrincha picked up the rocket launcher and aimed it at Lin Fenglong's antique shop, "But Gattuso-kun, you use it first." Hot weapons, then I have no choice but to ask you to taste this feeling. In a bare-handed fight, fouling is absolutely not allowed!"

Garrincha spoke in broken Italian, knowing that Caesar's weasel could hear him at this distance, and it was a cordial farewell.