Chapter 233: Hunting Appraisal

Chapter 233 Appraisal of Hunting Goods
At 10 pm, the deafening music in the underground bar called "Destiny" shook the old buildings on the upper floors.
In front of the bar were some drunken men who were sober, and dogs and men who couldn't wait to get a shot. They watched Shen Ming and Waner pass by, and could not help but glance at it, because Shen Ming was wearing a shirt, a gun bag hanging on her body, and spare ammunition around her waist, all exposed.
Waner was even more embarrassed. She didn't say a blade, and a Nepali machete hung beside each of her thighs. At first glance, she wasn't a good man, and everyone frightened and flashed to both sides.
Shen Ming came to the aluminum door and knocked. A small window opened on the iron door.
"Kto? (Who)" the glaring guard asked in Russian.
"Y 6oгatoгo чept дeten kaчaet (with money to make ghosts grind)." Shen Ming also went back in Russian, and handed three hundred-dollar bills into the window.
"Дypak! Mehьшe cmotpetь cepnaлы (idiot! Watch less TV shows). The gatekeeper is also disciplined, so you can save the money to buy a coffin! (Voiceover for a bitter proofreading: The word festival is not translated? You ca n’t do it!) The guard spit a thick sputum in the banknote, threw the money out of the small window, and clicked to close the window.
"Let me come, your set won't work." Wan'er sighed and pushed Shen Ming to the side, standing at the door, and knocking on the door again.
The impatient doorman opened the window, and the other hand had the pistol, "tы mehr 3ae6aл ha xyn, xoчeшь ymepetь (do you bother me, do you want to die)?"
I saw Waner pull out an alloy Nepalese machete next to her thigh, the red veins on her arm swelled, and the mechanical steel core started, and she was able to pick up the blade edge and pierce the front door wrapped in aluminum. It just passed by the crotch of the inner doorman, and the curved blade tightly fit his groin, making his whole body against the door.
"Just guard, you now have only two choices, either your hand on the door lock, or my hand raised the knife edge, do you prefer that kind? (Sure enough the word count is not good, translate it Really strenuous, do not blindly make up for it) "Don't look at Waner's petite and exquisite, threatening people but more cruel than Shen Ming.
The guard didn't even think about it, and quickly opened the door, and the arrogance just disappeared.
"I'm looking for three Russian kidnappers. They have special skills. Have you seen them?" Shen Ming asked the guard coldly against the wall.
"I don't know. I'm new here. All Russian guests are here." The guard said sincerely, raising his hands.
"It seems that I have only found it myself, thank you." Shen Ming reached out and pinched the guard's neck, and the tall guard immediately collapsed to the ground. Wan'er closed the door with his backhand, and the handle of the lock was broken directly. Now if there is a fire, no one wants to escape.
"Then, there are no kidnappers. How can I find them?" Waner wondered.
"They are characterized by being tall, and the way they are shot is not as cruel as humans. They are a little hypnotized, or they have a lot of drugs. I think it is easy to recognize them with our talent." Shen Ming turned and took Waner along the aisle and walked towards the interior of the bar.
Just opened the curtain made of crystal beads. Waner and Shen Ming only saw the big bar. Both men and women wore a set of gray robes, and they all held a half-arm machete in their hands. Even though dj's dance music was deafening, their eyes were dull and stared closely at the two men who came in.
The men's and women's hands are not wine, and the bright red liquid in the glass exudes acrid blood.
"What kind of party is this? Is it" Vampire Night "today?" Shen Ming opened the holster and took out the revolver of the python in hand.
"Hey, don't you say there are only 3 kidnappers? It doesn't look like a good guy here ..." Waner had two Nepali machetes in her hands, spinning in circles to warm up.
"Looks like we're in the right place." When Shen Ming sighed, more than 50 people in a bar, whether it was a bartender or a dj, dangled a bright mountain knife from the robe's cuff. Half arm length.
"Everyone, I'm here to find someone, not to kill someone. You kidnapped my friend, hand it over, and we'll leave immediately." Shen Ming coldly warned in Russian, one person threatened more than 50 ...
"They don't seem to understand people." Wan'er watched dj jump off the stage, and the bartender turned out from behind the bar. Everyone put down the blood drink in their hands and gathered towards the two. In comparison, the doorman who opened the door just now is really cute.
"You are making the wrong choice. You are not our opponents at all. Do not move in place, otherwise I will shoot." Shen Ming felt more and more like a policeman.
Suddenly, a woman on the right jumped up suddenly. It was hard to imagine that in a 14 cm high-heeled shoe, she could jump like a grasshopper and slash to the deep.
Raising his hand was a shot. The large-caliber warhead of the python overturned the woman from the sky. The entire right shoulder was blurred and the broken bones splashed out.
Not to mention a human, even if the tiger hits such a shot, it should change to meow. Shen Ming just wanted to use this shot to threaten again, but the woman did n’t even call, and supported her body with her right hand to stand up again. Up, the left shoulder that was still smashing blood was completely ignored.
"What's wrong with this guy? Is it dead or a zombie?" Wan'er was also stunned.
"No pain?" When Shen Ming spoke, the woman changed a hand knife and waved it again. At the same time, many guests in the audience rushed up with a machete, and the scene was like Shen Meng Zong Zombie Edition. He Waner fights less and talks more about killing, but uniforms waste more energy. These monster-like opponents, whether they were shot in the shoulder or shot in the abdomen, did not even have time to buffer and hum, and stood up directly with Xinchun or smeared with Indian oil, waving the machete for a while. .
Wan'er even saw a guy who had her belly broken, leaking her intestines and belly while continuing to attack.
They have no cooperation and no rules at all. Most of the time, the dodging blade was directly cut on the body of the companion, but these guys continued to attack without pain or itch.
After a while, Shen Ming and Waner were covered with blood on their bodies, but they were not their own. Shen Ming's revolver combined with the body technique kicked out the siege butchers to maintain space for activity.
Wan'er was originally chopped, but these guys can still crawl and attack when they fall to the ground. God knows if there is any strange virus in the bite?
Impatient Waner pulled out the flying knife on her body, and the arms wrapped in bright red veins became a pile driver, piercing the flying knife through their bones, hitting the attacker like bacon on the floor or On the wall.
These guys want to break free but can't move, they can only reach out to dig into the handle of their own body, their fingers are caught in the meat, and the blood does not stop.
"Are these guys still humans? I ’m so annoying! Ca n’t I chop my head?" Waner kicked back and kicked all four incisors of a guy in front of him. Smashed a wine table and fell to the ground.
"It doesn't feel like anesthesia, or hypnosis, and still can't kill people." Shen Ming insisted on this.
"Your sister! My Chanel skirt, lose me!" Waner regretted following, and finally chose a beautiful skirt, which had been stained with blood in 3 minutes, and it must not be washed out again , Angry hands double-knife counter-grip, a 360-degree swing in one move, overpowering the 4 people rushed to the ground.
As the fight in the bar was in full swing, 12 men and women sat in front of a long table in a European restaurant somewhere. The chief was a peacock wearing golden glasses. As for the General Staff, he stood in front of a huge electronic screen and acted as a narrator.
Nothing else is shown in the picture. It is the picture of Waner and Shen Mingli fighting against the group demons. The 12 people in front of them are also very knowledgeable. Watching the scene of blood flying off the limbs is unmoved, and some people still return. Eating supper.
"You, as you can see, this hunting target-Shen Ming, Nirvana of the Nirvana period of 10 years, is good at long-range sniping and crisis handling ability. It belongs to microevolution, and the biggest feature is the body of zero recoil. Let his shooting talent be strengthened to the greatest extent. As you can see, he can complete 6 revolvers in 1 second without losing accuracy. This is no longer something that humans can do.
Of course, his most powerful one is the inverse scale that was installed by my good base worm division, which is his right hand.
Once, the peacock has abolished that arm, which cannot be repaired by modern medicine, but now it has become more flexible than before, and the unit output has exceeded the limit of human beings. Once descaled, its strength is no less than that of a black unicorn of a peacock. "
"Is this the guy that killed our old man?" At the dining table, a beautiful red-haired woman ate with a steak with a similar red robot arm, "looking weak, it doesn't look like an old man's opponent at all." "
"Phoenix, are you doubting me, or are you doubting the speech of the General Staff?" Peacock asked calmly.
"Hey, say that this is a hunting consulate, who has the right to speak freely. Why, are you really the president?" Another handsome long-haired man with golden hair raised his cheek with one hand and chuckled. .
"Canary, put away your hostility. If it wasn't for the peacock who presided over the situation in a timely manner, will we now have the opportunity to sit and chat together?" A bald monk wearing a huge bead and wearing a puppet-style puppet was serious.
"Xun Peng, are you a peacock-dog? If you speak for him like this, you know that the most prestigious chairman is this guy who has always been a good pretender." Canary showed no mercy.
"Everyone, don't be impatient, don't forget our agreement. It doesn't matter who wants to be the chairman, and whoever doubts it is okay. But in the end, it must be the man who killed the kid.
The 12 of us here are the only ones who are capable of competing for the position of chairman in Sakura, and other colleagues also support us to run for the position of chairman.
I played against Shen Ming, and I naturally dominated the battle. "Peacock chuckled," so I specifically asked the Chief of Staff to prepare such a "hunting hunt", so that the information you have is fair, so that in the next hunt, everyone will be Standing on the same starting line. "
"Don't say that you are just like a saint. Who doesn't know that the kid stole your bride, and to put it plainly, you just want to borrow our hands and be ashamed." Phoenix looked at the TV screen lazily. Say the kid ’s inverse scales are so stingy? These miscellaneous fish ca n’t be forced out, what should I do?

"Don't worry, the tasting I arranged is not so simple." Ito Tomi with hands behind his back, smiled wryly.
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