บท 1494: The aura of death from hell

Two people against a group of people, no matter how one looked at it, there seemed to be no chance of winning. But if Qingqing was two wolves against a group of sheep, it was a different matter.

Jian Jie and mu weibai had just been baptized in blood for two months, and there was still a strong smell of blood in their bones that couldn't be concealed, as well as a dense aura of death that seemed to come from hell.

They walked over step by step, like the Grim Reaper was about to swing his scythe and cut off the souls of the living.

The Men in Black felt a fear that came from the bottom of their hearts. Just by looking at them, they felt their bodies turn cold. The hands holding the guns felt like they were frozen to stone. They were forced to retreat step by step by the two men, not knowing how to shoot.