Chapter 28 Section 12

There was blood all over the cargo hold. The exaggerated bloodstains on the walls, floors, pipelines, and air vents are like the wall paintings messed up by black people in Brooklyn, New York. A painting painted in frantic red squeezed out of a vampire. If you want to rewind everything that happened in just five minutes, it will probably be as follows: Dozens of elite Ichimaru soldiers dressed in black and holding samurai swords walked in an orderly manner with rustling military steps, raised their swords high, and opened their hands in the "heaven and earth" gesture. The black clothes are still dripping.

answer. answer. answer. Every time the Ishimaru samurai took a step, there was an extra wet footprint on the ground that was not slow or slow. Even with the large number of people, this group of Kigamaru warriors did not have the arrogance of winning at all.The cold and majestic aura is the inevitable result of Wudao's strict military training. Chill. Kishimaru samurai lined up in a circle, approaching Ulala who was standing on his head with one hand on the ground, whistling. "Aren't you going to ask me my name?" Ulala was grinning, swinging her feet in mid-air, pretending to be unbalanced when she was about to fall.

But no one answered him at all. Between Ulala's hand on the ground and the floor, there was an unsettled but indescribably suppressed sound. The mysterious sound stirred up anxiety, not at all inferior to the chilling feeling created by these nearly a hundred warriors. Kishimaru samurai had a livid face, the closer he got to Ulala's samurai, the slower and more sluggish his movements. "That's such a pity, I like to introduce myself very much." Ulala smiled. After finishing speaking, Ulala yelled suddenly. An irresistible, overwhelming momentum rushed out in a small regular shape, penetrating the bodies of every surrounding warrior.The most appalling anti-siege!

Even with the most rigorous training, every samurai sword raised aloft froze. "Dragon fire prepares to attack!" The palm that Ulala pressed on the ground flew into the air, and the deadly gap shot out a huge fire like a tornado! The massacre of fire. In the raging flames, Kibamaru samurai swung his sword wildly and roared. But one after another fell, fell, and fell again and again. "Compared to my brother's movements, you are just dancing." Ulala dodged among the high-speed falling samurai swords, and cut open the vitals of the holder with a faster hand knife.Sometimes she couldn't dodge in time, and Ulala even made a sword with her bare hands, and bounced the samurai sword head-on.

Draw and write the golden mantra on the edge of the palm. Ulala's body art is no longer pure body art, but a superb technique that combines various simple mantras. On the periphery of the fire, an extremely fast black shadow passed by like a ghost, using a hammer to kill the fish that escaped the fire one by one. It can be said that in the past two decades, the vampire city Tokyo has suffered the most terrible military attack. "You're not bad. If the fire can't be controlled and burns the whole boat, all previous efforts will be wasted." The tall masked woman said ironically, staring at the large amount of sea water sprayed from the automatic sprinkler on the raging fire. .

"Hey, let's worry about the plan you said!" Ulala panted, the clothes on her body were burned to pieces by the fire she set. With a bang, a hole was broken in the hull of the ship, and a vent was cut out at the end of the fire. A burly man holding a chainsaw stood expressionlessly on the air vent, with the sea breeze pouring in behind him. Outside the hole, a small speedboat floated outside, swaying with the tide. "It doesn't seem like a simple character." Ulala stared at the big man, and reached out to pick up the samurai sword on the ground. A tall man over two hundred and fifty centimeters tall, wearing tattered clothes like a street vagrant, carrying a screaming chainsaw with one hand, his expressionless face was actually covered by a piece of half-rotten human skin .

"Tokyo Eleven Jackals, a madman who likes to play with chainsaws, Goethe." The masked woman whispered. Ulala glanced at the masked woman, as if asking for her opinion. Goethe strode forward with a staggering, stupid look of indifference. "Kill him!" the masked woman shouted and rushed out. "Grab his boat!" Ulala also rushed out. The two rushed towards the chainsaw Han Goethe from the left and right, the masked woman threw the hammer, and Ulala held the samurai sword horizontally. The chainsaw Han Goethe ignored the attacks of the two, let the fast hammer hit his face, swung the chainsaw wildly, and cut off the samurai sword in Ulala's hand obliquely, and chopped it straight in front of Ulala.

Ulala was startled, and quickly jumped back and rolled to the ground, dodging. Impressively, a woman in white flew in from the hole at the back, stepped on Goethe's shoulder, and leaped to kill Ulala who fell to the ground. Ulala was startled, and slipped, narrowly dodging a flash of light. There were no big holes or cuts in the ground, just a few drops of blood. "Oh, what a pity!" The woman squatted on the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth with a smile. Eleven jackals, Dongzi! Weapons, sweet gluttonous mouths. "Hey, is it poisonous?" Wu Lala frowned, looking at the bite on You Su.

Unexpectedly, he still couldn't avoid her. "Oh, I don't need it." Dongzi grinned, opened his mouth, and then it turned into a flash of light! The flash attacked Wu Lala like a leopard, pounced seventeen times in an instant, and finally stopped at the upper pipeline, staring at Wu Lala below. Two more lacerations appeared on Ulala's body.He glanced at the chainsaw Han Goethe and the masked woman who were fighting not far away. Goethe didn't seem to feel pain. The definition of "fatal injury" was a textbook joke to him, and the masked woman hit him continuously. Several times, Goethe just clumsily swings the terrifying big chainsaw.

He looked at Dongzi who was dripping from the top of his head. Dongzi hooked the pipe upside down with his feet, rubbed the two breasts wrapped in white clothes with both hands, and said with a smile: "My good boy is usually exercising. I only eat a little blood and I am more satisfied than usual. Oh, I want to Don't want to touch a tit?" "Huh?" Ulala laughed. "Hey, give Sister Dongzi another bite, and Sister Dongzi will breastfeed you." Dongzi's eyes were eager. "Okay! I can only take a small bite." Ulala said happily, crossing her arms around her chest.

Dongzi was very excited, and immediately jumped down from the ceiling, tore off her clothes, took in and out two big, round, snow-white breasts, raised her neck slightly, her pink nipples swelled and protruded, and said, "Come on, come on, come on!" Stupid kid". Unexpectedly, Ulala made a heroic roundabout kick. "Ouch!" Ulala kicked the exposed Dongzi out of the hole, and fell into the sea. "Help me soon!" The masked woman screamed angrily, and Ulala scratched her head, watching the masked woman beside her in a hard fight. The steel chain on the hammer had just been sawed off, and the weapon in her hand was lost. The masked woman could only dodge here and there, looking very embarrassed like a panicked heroine in a horror movie. Goethe's movements seem slow and useless at first glance, but they are full of impeccable ferocity and domineering. "Leave him alone, dodge first!" Ulala gestured with her eyes, picked up two samurai swords and threw them over. The samurai sword just nailed the sole of Goethe's foot, but Goethe just paused, and then pulled out the samurai sword with his hand. Taking advantage of this hesitation, the masked woman and Ulala also jumped out of the hole, boarded the speedboat on which Goethe was boarding, and left the container ship.