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"What the hell... what the hell is this...?"

The thug's mutterings were drowned out by the deafening roar of the rotors.

Fear, like an invisible plague, spread wildly in the hearts of the remaining dozens of people!

However, this is just the beginning.

Amidst the still-shocked gazes of the crowd, a few crisp "clicks" pierced the sky.

Three Black Hawk helicopters hovering in mid-air slid open their heavy side doors at the same time.

Inside the pitch-black cabin, figures moved about.

More than a dozen black tactical rappelling ropes, thicker than an adult's arm, were neatly and cleanly thrown out of the cabin.

These ropes look just like the tentacles of death!

The next second, a dark figure was the first to be hit.

Without the slightest hesitation, he put on his reflective tactical sunglasses, grabbed the rope with one hand, and leaped from the height of more than ten meters.

He was falling through the air, accelerating.

Just as he was about to touch the ground, he tightened his other hand, which was wearing a tactical glove, on the rope with all his might!

His body traced a graceful arc in the air, completing the cushioning.

"Bang!"

Two black military combat boots were firmly planted on the solid ground.

The person who arrived was none other than Ding Xiu!

He didn't even sway his body.

After landing, his eyes locked onto the group of thugs in front of him who were already terrified.

Immediately afterward, behind Ding Xiu, a series of agile black figures descended from the sky like dumplings, following the rappelling ropes.

Ten, twenty, thirty!

In less than a minute, more than thirty burly men, fully armed, lined up behind Ding Xiu.

They were all wearing black special operations uniforms with a dragon-shaped badge that read "Jiang's Security".

He was wearing a heavy Kevlar bulletproof vest and a tactical helmet that could protect him from stray bullets.

On their feet are military-grade combat boots that can adapt to any terrain.

Although they did not carry firearms, each of them had a gleaming polymer riot baton inserted into a quick-draw holster on their waist.

They stood there quietly, and no one spoke.

More than thirty figures converged into a steel torrent, exuding a chilling aura.

That aura, honed through countless rigorous training sessions and real combat, was overwhelming!

The rabble opposite him, armed with shovels and wrenches, were feeling their legs go weak uncontrollably.

Ding Xiu raised his hand and issued a brief but solemn command into the communicator.

"Protect Brother Chen! Clear the area!"

"yes!"

Thirty burly men in black roared in unison, their voices echoing across the surrounding area.

The next second, they moved!

There was no chaotic charge, no unnecessary shouting.

The group of over thirty people was divided into three tactical teams and charged into the thugs in a textbook formation.

This was a battle with no suspense whatsoever.

Or rather, it's more like a group of professional boxers charging into a group of kindergarten children's encirclement.

A thug was brandishing a threaded steel pipe, and before anyone could make out his figure, he was already standing there.

"Bang!"

A precise side kick struck his wrist, sending the steel pipe flying out of his hand.

Immediately afterwards, a black baton whistled through the air and struck his knee joint.

"ah--!"

The thug let out a scream, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees.

Another thug tried to hit someone with a shovel.

A security guard easily dodged it with a simple sidestep.

Immediately, he used his body as a pivot and delivered a vicious elbow strike to the back of the thug's neck!

The thug didn't even utter a sound; he rolled his eyes and collapsed.

Screams, the cracking of bones breaking, and the dull thud of clubs striking flesh rose and fell in waves.

Brother Biao watched his brothers fall like stalks of wheat after being cut down, his mind completely blank.

He wanted to run away.

But as soon as he turned around, a dark figure flashed in front of him.

It's Ding Xiu!

"you……"

Brother Biao only managed to utter one word.

Ding Xiu's foot, clad in a military boot, had already kicked him mercilessly in the chest.

"Bang!"

Brother Biao felt like he had been hit by a speeding truck!

His over 200-pound body flew backwards for a good five or six meters, like a kite with a broken string.

He fell heavily to the ground, rolling around several times before finally stopping.

He felt a tearing pain in his chest, as if his internal organs had been displaced.

He felt a sweet taste in his throat and immediately spat out a mouthful of yellowish-green stomach acid.

The battle ended in less than three minutes.

The forty or fifty thugs who had just been shouting that they would burn Jiang Chen alive were all gone.

They were all lying on the ground, clutching their arms and legs, writhing in pain.

There wasn't a single thug left standing at the scene.

Ding Xiu straightened his collar; for him, it was just a trivial warm-up.

His gaze fell on the scarred man who had initially staged the accident.

From the very beginning, Scarface was writhing on the ground in excruciating pain from his broken leg.

He looked at the hellish scene before him, and at the devilish special agents who seemed to have stepped out of a movie.

Then look at the three Black Hawk helicopters still hovering low in the sky, emitting a huge roar.

This thug, who had been running rampant in the area for over a decade, suddenly lost all sense of reason.

Fear overwhelmed all his psychological defenses.

He felt as if his bladder had been crushed by an invisible hand!

A warm liquid gushed uncontrollably from his crotch.

Mixed with dust, it left a large, dark water stain on the ground.

The pungent smell of urine quickly filled the air.

This so-called expert who had just been demanding two million was so scared that he wet his pants on the spot.

He could no longer care about the excruciating pain in his legs and scrambled toward Ding Xiu.

He was crying uncontrollably, and his voice was distorted.

"Brother, spare me! Ancestors, spare me!"

"I don't know... I really didn't know that a deity was sitting inside!"