Chapter 184: Unreal self

"Boy, I'll ask you one last time, who are you?" A man in a black vest raised his machete, pointed at Shen Lang, and snorted coldly: "If you don't say anything, I will chop off your hands and feet now. Don’t wait for your hands and feet to be chopped off, and then cry and say that you know so and so, it will be too late!"
Shen Lang didn't change his expression, and finally said the first sentence: "You have to go up quickly, it's annoying to wander around under my nose!"
The men were stunned for a moment, unexpectedly that Shen Lang would dare to say such frenzied words.
"Oh, you dare to pretend to be coerced in front of us, you are not too courageous! Since you want to die, I will fulfill you!"
The man in the black vest brandished the machete in his hand and slashed at Shen Lang's arm, with a grinning smile on his face.
Before the machete fell, Shen Lang unhurriedly threw a punch that hit the man's temple.
"Boom!"
With a muffled sound, the man flew out, a large amount of blood gushing out of his mouth, nose and ears, and he rolled his eyes before he was killed.
This person was beaten to death by Shen Lang alive!
Shen Lang snatched the man's machete, and several other strong men swarmed up, either holding a dagger machete, or waving an iron rod in their hands, and attacked at different parts of Shen Lang's body.
Shen Lang did not dodge or hide, clenching the machete in his hand, swiping a half circle in the air, seemingly swinging twice at random.
"Boom!" Two violent breaking sounds came, and the machete in Shen Lang's hand even set off a wave of air, which was extremely shocking.
The body of a strong man was instantly cut off by a machete!
The blood rained wildly, the flesh and blood fell, and the ground was stained with blood red, and the thick smell was disgusting.
Seeing this scene, the other four strong men couldn't help taking a breath, showing a look of horror, and they couldn't help but step back a few steps.
But it was too late.
Shen Lang swung forward a few more times with the machete in his hand. The heads of the two strong men were chopped off directly, and blood splashed out like a fountain.
Finally, with a flick of the horizontal knife, the two of them were cut into their chests and fell to the ground.
The whole process lasted only two seconds, and the five strong men were beheaded by Shen Lang with fierce means.
Shen Lang took a deep breath. He killed someone again. The pleasure of killing gave him a kind of mental tremor and joy.
This feeling is the same as he felt when he was a killer before. The hostility will slowly erupt. Shen Lang hates this feeling, but he enjoys it mentally.
In some ways, Shen Lang hates this unreal self.
The fat man fell on the ground so frightened, his eyes widened.
Seeing Shen Lang holding a blood-stained machete and approaching him step by step, the fat man was so frightened that he was incontinent and opened his mouth, only to find that he was speechless in horror!
Shen Lang was not merciful. He clenched the handle of the knife with his right hand, looked dull, and cut straight down.
Blood rushed, and the fat man's body was chopped in two.
Two doctors in white coats in a medical office next to him saw this, their scalp numb with fright, and they fled in panic.
Shen Lang snorted coldly and waved two knives forward.
The legs of the two doctors were chopped in two, and there were heart-piercing screams in their mouths.
Those who were killed were all guilty guys, and Shen Lang did not hesitate at all.
Many doctors who were performing organ harvesting operations on living people noticed the movement and panicked and wanted to escape.
Shen Lang stepped forward with a knife, and cut off the legs of the doctors who had taken living human organs.
Kicked open the doors of the infirmary. Except for the people on the operating table, Shen Lang cut at anyone.
The wailing and screaming in the entire corridor was particularly harsh, and no one could escape Shen Lang's palm.
Soon, the floor of the corridor was stained red with a lot of blood, and the smell of blood was shocking and shocking.
Walking slowly to the outside of the iron door at the end of the corridor, Shen Lang cut the lock on the iron door with a machete and pushed open the heavy iron door.
Walking in, it is a large underground workshop.
The air was cold and humid, with dimly lit incandescent lamps, exuding a smell of rotten flesh, and the environment was very bad. There were still machetes and axes in the corners.
The entire workshop exudes a scent of chemicals, 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 the drug processing plant. No wonder the bodies seen in the abandoned steel plants have absorbed excessive drugs.
Those disabled people should be forced to process drugs, and a large amount of drugs are inevitably absorbed in the process, so they become like that.
When the disabled people are dying after taking the overdose, the drug dealers will directly take their organs and sell them for money.
Doing such a frantic activity is really disgusting.
A large number of disabled people were locked up in rows of iron cages at the back of the workshop.
Seeing Shen Lang walking, the disabled faces were full of trepidation and fear, as if danger was about to fall on them.
Shen Lang walked forward slowly, these disabled people are basically young people, and there are a few 14- or 15-year-old teenagers or girls.
Perhaps it is to prevent these disabled persons who are in captivity from escaping, so the traffickers will interrupt their legs and let them work in drug processing.
No matter who Shen Lang's gaze stays on, this person must be trembling and trembling with fright.
It may be that the movement was noticed, and several strong men walked out of an office behind the underground workshop.
Seeing Shen Lang swaying around in the workshop, and blood stains all over the work clothes, the complexions of several brawny men suddenly changed.
"catch him!"
After a violent drink, several strong men rushed towards Shen Lang.
A man in black also drew a Type 54 pistol from his waist.
Shen Lang stepped forward and took the machete from a strong man, and the whole person was the first to slash at the man in black like a gust of wind.
The black-clothed man's pupils dilated, before he could shoot, his right arm was cut off directly by Shen Lang, blood raging.
"Kill him!" The other strong men screamed when they saw this.
Unfortunately, they only had time to say this, Shen Lang waved the machete in his hand like lightning, and slashed at these guys with expressionless expression!
"Punch!"
The bodies of several people were chopped into two parts by Shen Lang, their hands, feet and limbs were shaking in a pool of blood, and their mouths made hoarse and terrified shouts.
A row of disabled people in the iron cage watched this scene, and various 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 he were okay.
For Shen Lang, this action is like a mission, but different from previous missions, this time it is for the sake of paying back the favor.