"Boy, I'll ask you the last time, who are you?" A man in a black vest raised the machete in his hand, pointed at Shen Lang, and snorted coldly: "If you don't say anything, I'll cut off your hands and feet now.

Don't wait until your hands and feet are cut off, and then cry and say that you know who you know. It will be too late then!" Shen Lang's expression did not move, and finally said the first sentence: "You should get on, hurry up, you are very annoying to wander under my nose!" Several men were stunned for a moment, and they didn't expect that Shen Lang would dare to say such rampant words.

"Oh, you are so brave to show off in front of us! Since you want to die, I will help you!" The man in a black vest waved the machete in his hand and slashed at Shen Lang's arm, with a grim smile on his face.

Before the machete fell, Shen Lang slowly punched the man in the temple.

"Boom!" With a muffled sound, the man flew out directly, a lot of blood gushed out of his mouth, nose and ears. He turned his eyes and died directly.

This man was beaten to death by Shen Lang! Shen Lang snatched the machete that the man had taken off his hand, and several other strong men rushed forward, holding daggers, or waving the iron rod in his hand, and attacking different parts of Shen Lang's body.

Shen Lang did not dodge or dodge, held the machete in his hand tightly, swung it in the air for half a circle, and seemed to wave it casually twice.

"Boom!" Two violent sounds of breaking through the air came, and the machete in Shen Lang's hand even stirred up a wave of air, with an extremely terrifying momentum.

A strong man's body was instantly cut off by a machete! Blood rain sprinkled and flesh fell, dyeing the ground blood red, and the strong smell of blood was disgusting.

Seeing this scene, the other four strong men couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, showing a look of horror and horror, and were so scared that they couldn't help but take a few steps back.

But it's too late.

Shen Lang waved forward a few more times with a machete in his hand. The heads of the two strong men were cut off directly, and blood splashed out like a fountain.

Finally, with a horizontal knife, the two of them were cut into a big hole in their chests and fell to the ground and died.

The whole process took only two seconds, and the five strong men were killed by Shen Lang using extremely sharp means.

Shen Lang took a deep breath and killed someone again. This kind of killing pleasure gave him a kind of spiritual tremor and pleasure.

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

In some aspects, Shen Lang hates this unreal self.

The fat man who fell to the ground was so scared that he was scattered and his eyes were wide open.

As Shen Lang held a machete dyed red by blood, approaching him step by step, the fat man was so scared that he was incontinent and opened his mouth, but found that he was in a panic! Shen Lang was not kind, and he held the hilt in his right hand tightly, and he cut down straight.

Blood was rushing, and the fat man's body was cut into two pieces.

Two doctors in white coats in an infirmary next to him were frightened to death when they saw this and fled in panic.

Shen Lang snorted coldly and stepped forward and waved two swords.

The two doctors' legs were cut in two pieces, and their mouths were heart-wrenching screams.

All the guys who were killed were killed, and Shen Lang had no hesitation in his heart.

Many doctors who are undergoing organ harvesting surgery on living people noticed the movement and paniced and wanted to escape.

Shen Lang stepped forward and cut off the legs of the doctors who took the living organs.

He kicked open the doors of the infirmary, except for the people on the operating table, Shen Lang chopped them up whenever he saw them.

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

Soon, the ground in the corridor was stained red by 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 space.

The air was cold and humid, with dim incandescent lamps illuminating, emitting a smell of rotten meat, and the bad situation was very poor. There were machetes and axes in the corners.

The entire workshop emits a chemical drug mixed with the smell of high concentrations 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 plant. No wonder the bodies I saw in those abandoned steel mills before absorbing excessive drugs.

Those disabled people should be forced to process drugs, and they inevitably absorbed a large amount of drugs during the process, so they became like that.

When those disabled people were about to die of excessive drugs, the drug dealers took their organs and sold them to money.

It's really disgusting to do such a crazy thing.

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

As Shen Lang walked over, the disabled people were filled with fear and fear, as if danger was about to come to them.

Shen Lang walked slowly forward. These disabled people were basically young people, and there were a few 14 or 15-year-old teenagers or girls.

Perhaps it is to prevent these disabled people from escaping from escaping, so human traffickers break their legs and let them engage in drug processing.

No matter who Shen Lang's eyes stayed on, the person would be trembling all over and tremble with fear.

Perhaps because he noticed the movement, several strong men came out of an office behind the underground workshop.

Seeing Shen Lang wandering around the workshop with blood on his work clothes, the faces 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.

Shen Lang stepped forward and took away the machete from a strong man's hand. He cut at the man in black like a gust of wind.

The man in black had dilated his pupils. Before he could shoot, his right arm was cut off by Shen Lang and blood was thundering.

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

Unfortunately, they had only had time to say this. Shen Lang waved the machete in his hand like lightning, and chopped the guys in the waist expressionlessly! "Puchip!" The bodies of several people were chopped into two pieces by Shen Lang, and their hands, feet and limbs were trembling in the pool of blood, and their hoarse and hoarse screams were heard.

A row of disabled people in the iron cage looked at the bloody scene and all kinds of 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 had happened.
Chapter completed!