Doomsday Rise

..Rise of Doom

The Immortal Toad sent Haicheng Ying back to a safe place to recover from his injuries, and then followed the clues to chase the Wind Leopard. He and Feng Bao belong to the same period. In terms of time, when he became famous, Feng Bao was at least a little kid. He dared to do evil things to him. This revenge must be avenged.

In the blink of an eye, all the people in this place were evacuated. The people from the four major cities in the southeast, northwest, and three peaks totaled more than 20,000 people. As Haicheng responded to the order, they all disappeared into the night, leaving Guo Zifeng’s body slowly. It gets colder slowly, accompanied by the golden peaks and the mountain breeze.

It's a pity that the three famous giants of Sanfeng died in mysterious circumstances on such a dark night.

Bathhouse every day. It belongs to a Tankou in Dongcheng District. Because of its low prices, business is booming. The door was open today, but not a single customer was seen. A regular visitor walked in strangely and smelled a strange smell while still at the door. In order to kill viruses, the bathhouse sprays disinfectant all year round. In addition, the people who come here to bathe are all men. The various smells are mixed together, which is sour and refreshing. People who care about personal hygiene will definitely not go here.

The smell that regular customers smell now is definitely different from the past. Stepping through the door, the smell inside became even stronger. He suddenly felt uneasy, as if something terrible was about to happen, and his pace slowed down. He came to the bathhouse every day and was very familiar with it. He would not get lost even with his eyes closed. When he stepped into the bathhouse, his whole body froze and his face turned pale in an instant. He felt his stomach churning and almost lost his overnight meal. Spit it out.

The mist was steaming in the bathhouse, and the water that remained at 60 degrees all year round was boiling for some reason. It was bubbling. Dozens of corpses were rising and falling with the boiling water. The blood dyed the water red, making the whole place red. The pool seemed to be dyed with rouge, and the steaming mist was also pink.

The corpse was half-cooked, and the smell of blood, sweat, sulfur, and soda mixed together. No wonder it smelled so strange.

"Killing people -" the regular customer stumbled out of the bathhouse, shouting all the way, with fear on his face.

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A must-win mahjong parlor.

The name is very festive, but it’s a matter of opinion as to who earns it. In the past, the bustling mahjong parlor was still bustling tonight, but the usual sound of the mahjong collision was changed to the sound of knives piercing flesh. The most common watermelon knife turned into the sickle of death at this moment, and the blades were like gleaming lights. Snowflakes, every shining blade is accompanied by a ray of blood, and is accompanied by the harvest of a life.

The people in the mahjong parlor couldn't believe that someone dared to touch the intestines covered by the three peaks, and they would kill them all. The last person fell in a pool of blood, and the Bizhuan Mahjong Hall became quiet.

The three men covered in blood silently threw away the watermelon knife that was already full of chipped holes.

Turning around and leaving, I observed carefully that their steps were surprisingly consistent, and the distance of each step seemed to have been measured.

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Peter Pan, this nickname is obviously ironic for people who are involved in the underworld. He originally accepted it happily. Even though he is only 21 years old, he still has a piece of pure land in his heart. The looks of adoration and admiration shown by the girls at the hair salon, the girls getting haircuts, and the girls soaking their feet fascinated him, and he enjoyed this feeling very much. Relying on his identity as Guo Zifeng's godson at Sanfeng, Peter Pan does some chivalrous and righteous things from time to time. For Guo Zifeng's sake, everyone usually just needs him to come forward, and basically anything can be done. All of this happened tonight changed.

Huh-huh-huh-

Being able to be called a flying man, even if it is ironic, at least proves that his speed is still good. Peter Pan has always been proud of this, but now, he finds that it is not enough, far from enough, and the speed is too slow. He had been running away for half an hour, and the pursuit behind him never stopped.

The air in his lungs seemed to be on fire, and his legs were like lead, not as heavy as his own. He always thought that he could run for four hours continuously, which was his previous record. He never thought that under his desperate efforts, he could barely hold on for only half an hour. But he had to keep going, because if he stopped, he would die.

A scream caught Peter Pan's attention. He didn't want to see it at first. After all, he was running for his life and had no energy to mind his own business. Maybe some chivalry in his heart, or maybe it was the curiosity of the young man, made him turn his head and take a look in his busy schedule. It was this look that made him feel like he had fallen into an ice cellar. His running legs suddenly stopped, and the effect of inertia almost made him almost He was thrown away and he hurriedly regained his balance, his whole body was cold.

What did he see? He saw Deputy Director Guo Yong of the Public Security Bureau having his head smashed into pieces by the old wolf's fist, and his brains spilled out.

There are three deputy directors in the Public Security Bureau. Cheng Yong is the less powerful one and speaks less in the Public Security Bureau. However, this is only the surface. Peter Pan is the core of Sanfeng, and with Guo Zifeng's identity as his godson, he knows more information than ordinary cores. He vaguely understands that the person guarding Sanfeng is Cheng Yong, not the public security bureau. Director Lu Kaiming.

Guo Yong is the absolute confidant of Mayor Haicheng Ying. He was killed at this moment. This was no less than a heavy bomb exploding, and the waves caused by it would drown many people.

Peter Pan felt that he couldn't stay here, so he ran wildly again, his mind spinning. Lao Lang is just the boss of a hunter corps with a large number of people, but after all, he has no base and is a rootless person. Why would he dare to do such a heinous thing? Doesn't he know Mayor Hai's methods? Before he could think of an answer, he caught a glimpse of a group of people blocking the intersection in front of him, and he was so frightened that he braked quickly.

"It's over!"

More than fifty people stared at him fiercely. In the dark night, their glowing red eyes seemed to want to eat people. These people exude a unique evil spirit. Peter Pan knows that this is a kind of aura produced after killing too many zombies, and only the Hunter Corps has it. Suddenly he had a doubt. Although he was a big figure in the Central City, he knew in his heart that it was largely because of Guo Zifeng's reputation that in the eyes of people of Lao Lang's level, he might not be able to stand on stage. How can a person who doesn't go on stage mobilize troops and mobilize people?

"No, these people are not targeting me!" Just as Peter Pan came to this conclusion, more than fifty people shouted and rushed over.

"Ouch, I'm so horny." Peter Pan gritted his teeth and twitched two three-foot-long iron rods, one big and one small, the big one weighing 13.8 kilograms and the light one weighing 5.6 kilograms. Normally, he would use a 5.6-pound iron bar against the enemy. When facing a powerful opponent, he would use a 13.8-pound iron bar. Now that both big and small are coming, he has regarded this battle as a decisive battle.

The distance of tens of meters came in a blink of an eye. Peter Pan raised his right hand high, and when the power he had accumulated to his peak poured out, an extremely fast figure shot into the crowd, and screams sounded like a tide. Tao's figure moved like a ghost among the crowd. No one among the fifty or so people could touch his clothes, and every time he moved, one or even two people would fly out.

boom!

A big man fell at his feet, with a palm print on his chest, which was three inches deep. The big man's body twitched, and blood couldn't stop flowing from his mouth. In less than three seconds, his legs straightened up, and there was no movement at all.

Peter Pan looked up in shock. The battle was over. More than fifty people, dead or injured, were all lying on the ground. There was only one person still standing on the field, that mysterious man. Only at this time did he see this man clearly. appearance.

"Fan Shuai!"

Peter Pan never dreamed that the man who accidentally saved his life turned out to be Fan Shuai. Fan Shuai was the boss of Nancheng and had a hostile relationship with the Central Committee of the Three Summits.

"Shuai Fan, how dare you!" The anger in Lao Lang's eyes, who came a step late, almost ignited. More than fifty elite men died like this.

Fan Shuai suddenly coughed, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his face instantly turned pale. Fan Shuai casually wiped it with his sleeve and looked at the old wolf with a hint of disdain, "You dare to swim in this muddy water. You are really tired of living. It seems that Goshawk has given up on you."

The old wolf was shaken all over. Goshawk had already made his interests clear. He couldn't help but refused to let him enter the city. However, he felt uneasy, so he just brought 500 people and a large force to meet him outside the city. Fan Shuai's words were like a knife tearing apart the area he wanted to cover. In an instant, he felt intense uneasiness.

He clenched his fist and planned to kill Fan Shuai. Fan Shuai was already injured. This was the best time to kill him. Suddenly, an extremely terrifying crisis appeared from behind. This crisis came so violently that he could hear clearly Feeling the taste of death, he used up all his strength and punched out his fists towards the back.

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The tip of the knife pierced through the back and out of the chest. In an instant, the old wolf felt like a punctured balloon, and all his strength flowed away like a tide. This is almost impossible. When his strength reaches his level, even if his heart is crushed, he can still hold on for a few seconds or even minutes. The advantage brought by this strength suddenly loses its effect.

"How dare you call me Old Wolf when you are so old...cough..." Feng Bao coughed and wiped the blood on the blade clean on Old Wolf's clothes.

"Why?" The old wolf didn't notice when the enemy who should have been behind him appeared in front, but he had no time to think about this problem. He just wanted to know why this person wanted to kill him. He didn't know this person at all.

"The second brother said that if he meets anyone who dares to use the nickname 'Wolf', he will kill them all... cough... I don't know where the second brother is hiding, but I saw it, so I can't pretend that I didn't see it... cough ...This guy, the King of War, is really heavy-handed, and Toad is so insidious, he actually attacked...cough..." Feng Bao kept coughing up blood, but his face was quite proud, and he didn't know what he was happy about.

Old Wolf never dreamed that he would kill himself for this reason. There are more than tens of millions of people in this world with the nickname "Wolf". Should he kill them all one by one? His legs went weak and he fell down. His eyes were wide open and he refused to close his eyes.

Fan Shuai squinted his eyes and stared at Feng Bao. The old wolf didn't recognize Feng Bao, but he did. Feng Bao was a low-key person, but everyone in the four cities of the southeast and northwest knew each other, so it was useless no matter how deep they were hidden.

Feng Bao ignored him and walked up to Peter Pan with a smile: "Xiao Fei'er, now that your father is dead, do you want to consider becoming my disciple?"

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