The Silver Samsung cadres led two thousand Tomahawks to T County and joined more than 700 soldiers from Youlivsky. After discussion, they decided that the latter would lead 300 people to Vladimir's hotel to test, and the cadre was outside to fight. If there was any disturbance inside, they would come out to help him.

It's good that Livsky is so happy about merit, but he feels very uncomfortable when he is forced to take risks. But he has to do so. He is a senior official and has to kill people. Who says his position is lower than others?

Let’s talk about it, Livsky and three hundred people hurried to the hotel where Vladimir and others were staying at according to the address they had investigated in advance.

At this time, it was already dark. When it got dark in Yakutsk, the temperature dropped rapidly, and fewer and fewer people came out to stroll on the streets.

What is strange is that the hotel, which was originally tightly defended, could not see a single person coming in and out at this time, as if Vladimir and others had already known it in advance and ran away using the art of earth escape.

The arrow was on the string and had to be fired. No matter what the situation was inside, Youlivsky could only continue to perform his own tasks.

This hotel is small, not big. It is impossible for the hundreds of people from the Tomahawk to go in. Livsky brought dozens of brothers and rushed into the hotel first. The owner of the hotel was so scared that he saw the murderous men suddenly coming in. His eyes were full of horror, and he asked in a trembling voice: "You... Are you staying?"

"Where are the guests who lived here before? The boss of their boss is in which room?" A Russian man reached out and pushed the owner of the hotel, and held a bright riding saber in his other hand.

Under the leadership of the hotel owner, Youvsky and others found Vladimir's room. They all showed out their steel knives, daggers and guns. Youvsky stood by the door, shook his head at the subordinate behind him, and signaled to knock the door open.

His men all showed timidity. After all, they were going to deal with Vladimir today, the biggest leader in the Black Belt. No one was sure whether there was any danger when rushing in.

After repeated instructions from Youlivsky, a big man stood in front of the door with the courage to stand in front of the door, took a few deep breaths, grabbed the knife in his hand and held it again and again, finally stretched his heart, shouted apart, raised his legs and kicked the door.

"Bang"

The wooden door in the small hotel room could not withstand his heavy kick. With a crisp sound, the door opened and dozens of people with Livsky as the road rushed in.

When they entered the room, they were all stunned. The room was empty and there was no one.

"What's the situation?" The Russian man who broke into the door grabbed the hotel owner's clothes and put the riding saber in his hand directly on his neck.

The hotel owner is just an ordinary person, and he has dealt with the underworld. He was so scared that his legs became weak, he fell to his knees on the ground with a thump, and said in a trembling voice: "I...I don't know, they obviously live here...I have served them dinner for half an hour...Good people..."

Before the hotel owner could finish his words, Livsky's eyes suddenly appeared, his wrist trembled, and he put the riding saber in his hand into the former's chest.

One stab and one twitch, the two movements were almost completed in the same second. The hotel owner didn't understand what was going on, and a big hole appeared in his chest, and blood spurted out directly from the wound. The blood and blood mist poured on Youlivsky's face. The latter randomly wiped the blood from his face, kicked the hotel owner who was kneeling on the ground to the ground, and cursed: "It's a damn thing that wastes time, waste of my time." Russia

Just as he lowered his head and wondered why Vladimir and his group disappeared out of thin air, a young man with panic looked from outside ran into the outside. After seeing Youlivsky, he said anxiously: "Oh, Mr. Youlivsky, suddenly a group of unidentified people broke out from outside. The brothers have already fought with them." Russia

"What?" After hearing this, Oyoulivsky buzzed his head. Could it be that he had been trapped? It must be like this, otherwise how could he explain that the enemy would disappear for no reason?

He waved his hand and pushed the young man away and ran out quickly.

When he got outside, he looked closely and saw that there was a chaotic mass in front of him. Countless people from the side fought with the black belt gang members who rushed out from all directions. The scene was chaotic and the crowds of people were clamoring.

The black belt suddenly came out, and the battle axe followers were expected to fight in a hurry. They were not opponents. Soon, more than a dozen people were chopped over to the ground by the opponent, screaming and moaning. These people were all elite. Although they were not many, they were extremely fierce and fierce. The few people brought by Livsky were not opponents at all.

Seeing the situation in front of you, Livsky was anxious and pulled his neck and shouted loudly: "Brothers, don't be confused, don't be confused, keep your pace, keep your foot steady. There are still two or three thousand reinforcements outside. We can hold on, and none of these people can escape." Russia

When they fought each other desperately, who would still obey his command? Some of the tomahawk personnel fought bloody battles, and some of them were so scared that they ran into the surrounding night.

Livsky realized the seriousness of the situation and shouted instructors.

His loud voice attracted a powerful general around Vladimir. This man was only 1.5 meters tall, and in front of the tall and powerful Russian man, he was no different from a ninth-class disabled man. But his skills were much more outstanding than his appearance.

The short man held a nine-ring machete in both hands and rushed straight towards Youlivsky. He was very short and his short legs were very fast. In the blink of an eye, he came to Youlivsky. Without any warning, the short man shouted and used a trick to pull the onion onions on the dry land. Two swords slashed the mountain and violently hit Youlivsky's head.

The sharp blades of two machetes pierced the air and made a cool sound.

Youlivsky was startled. He never expected that this man was so strong and so fast. He almost subconsciously retreated back.

The tips of the two machetes almost hit the ground with the clothes of Youlivsky's belly. If his body protruded a centimeter forward, he would have been opened at this moment.

Snap

With the silence, two nine-ring machetes made of stainless steel hit the ground hard, and the four Mars and marble floor tiles cut out two deep pits. It is not difficult to see how strong this little dwarf is.

Youlivsky was so scared that his face was pale. Before he could turn around and escape, the small man rushed forward again, and two nine-ring machetes swept over again.
Chapter completed!