On the evening of the second day after being imprisoned in Huangfu's dungeon, Dugu escaped from prison.
He attacked the bodyguard who came to deliver dinner, escaped from the cell where he was imprisoned, and spent two hours climbing from the 18th floor underground to the ground floor.
That's right, it took a whole two hours.
This is because the Huangfu family even built the dungeon's lifting frame to be extremely high.
One layer is comparable to a dozen normal floors.
It is deeply embedded in the ground and is almost ready to dig out oil.
The lighting in the dungeon corridor was very sufficient, just like daylight.
Under such lighting, Dugu could not restrain his aura and sneak, so he had no choice but to run and fight all the way.
With the extraordinary skills of the master of the Thousand Kills Pavilion, he quickly eliminated many bodyguards.
He seized the pistol, diamond dagger, and bullet clip and picked up equipment while fighting monsters.
When he got to the ground, Dugu had successfully armed himself.
For Dugu, the top priority is to escape from Huangfu's house first, find some medicine to treat the wounds that are getting worse, deal with the killers of Qiansha Pavilion who are about to hunt him, and then find a relatively safe place to stay. point.
So Dugu walked towards the gate of Huangfu's house without looking back.
He gathered his breath and used his special stealth skills.
His pure black figure melted into the night, silently.
Not far away, a bodyguard patrol team of ten people came towards Dugu.
Dugu held his breath and pressed himself flat against the dark corner.
The bodyguard patrol team didn't notice anything and walked straight over.
Dugu: "" Darkness is my protective color.
I am a bloodthirsty, sinful, and unbearable monster.
The rotten aura exuding from my body is perfectly integrated with the darkness.
When I lurk in the darkness, no one can detect me. snort.
Dugu leaned against the wall that was frozen with a thick layer of frost by his own iceberg aura, and snorted coldly in his heart.
However, the frost on the wall was reflecting a pale light in the moonlight.
It couldn't be more obvious, let alone the footprints condensed by the frost under his feet.
The white footprints were spread all the way from the direction of the dungeon to Dugu's feet, and the small animals in the snow.
The black footprints have the same purpose.
Under the clear moonlight, the white footprints show the direction of Dugu like a fluorescent indicator light.
However The patrol bodyguard, who strictly adheres to the setting of the original work and must wear sunglasses no matter morning or evening, is deep in thought with a stern face three meters away from Dugu: "" It's so dark and I can't see anything with my sunglasses on.
Where have I been?
What am I doing?
Why do I have to wear sunglasses?
Where has Captain gone?
Am I still at Master Huangfu's house?
So, under the cover of night and sunglasses, Dugu successfully escaped from Master Huangfu's mansion and walked towards the hospital closest to Huangfu's family in his memory.
Ten minutes later.
"Come out."
When passing by a deserted alley, Dugu suddenly stopped and said coldly.
It was quiet and there was no one around.
Dugu snorted coldly, turned around and walked into the dark alley where the moonlight could not shine, and spoke for the second time: "Come out, your scent is very familiar to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of figures suddenly appeared in the darkness that was empty just a moment ago, followed by dozens of cold and cruel murderous auras that pierced Dugu like sharp ice picks.
Yes, in order to kill the pavilion master who has the highest kung fu in the entire pavilion according to the rules, the entire Thousand Killing Pavilion mobilized.
After a few seconds of silence, the leader said coldly: "Your mission to assassinate Young Master Huangfu failed."
Dugu: "Humph."
The leader: "According to the rules of Qiansha Pavilion, we must deal with you."
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Dugu: "Humph."
He said nothing except humming, and his eyes were as cold as ice, yet burning hot.
"Failed killers don't deserve to live."
After a moment of confrontation, a cold voice pierced the night.
Then, dozens of killers each used their special skills to kill Dugu.
In fact, this breaking of the rules is unreasonable at all.
It is very difficult to train a qualified killer, let alone a top killer like Dugu who is proficient in eighteen kinds of martial arts and stealth.
If he wants to kill him just because of the failure of one mission, he will kill thousands of people.
There is simply no need to do anything.
But there is no way, after all, the settings are there Dugu's eyes were sharp, and he jumped high into the air, his two slender legs drawing a graceful arc in the dark night.
Then, he landed firmly on the wall and avoided the first round of fire.
And use the index fingers of both hands to lift the penis The two pistols on the left and right sides of the belt, the shiny black muzzles rotated in the air, and clusters of shining sparks burst out from the muzzles.
With two bangs, the two killers seemed to be deflated.
He fell to the ground as dull as his pocket.
After two shots, Dugu used his stealth skills.
Qingjun's figure disappeared in the wind.
However, a few seconds later, he reappeared in a dark corner on the opposite side of the wall.
After the two gunshots, two more killers fell. .
In this alley where even the moonlight cannot shine in, Dugu is like a drop of water in a sea of darkness.
He suddenly jumps out with the waves, and then disappears.
Every time he appears, he knocks down at least two people.
After all, these killers were personally trained by Dugu Pavilion Master, so Dugu understands each of their weaknesses and fighting habits.
Knowing yourself and the enemy is very cheating.
So, after the twenty-minute battle ended, the Burial Love Thousand Kills Pavilion was destroyed by the pavilion master himself.
It is a great achievement that a terrorist and violent organization has disappeared, and we are gratified.
Dugu stood up from the pool of blood on the ground.
When he killed the last person, who was the leader of the operation, Dugu ran out of bullets.
The strongest killer and the second strongest killer in the Thousand Kills Pavilion were fighting like two wild beasts, tightly entangled together.
Dugu pulled out the diamond dagger from his waist and stabbed the opponent's throat, and the opponent also pulled out his boot.
The short knife struck at Dugu's heart.
Both of them were holding the knife in one hand, and the other hand was against the other's hand holding the knife.
Because the strength was so close, they were in a stalemate for a while.
After a three-minute stalemate, Dugu successfully froze the other party to death.
The leader of the method of death, who was caught off guard, said he would not die in peace.
Dugu spat blood-stained saliva and said coldly: "Humph, there is no one who can beat me."
Immediately, he panted and continued walking in the direction of the hospital.
After the fight just now, he also had a few new injuries on his body, one of which was still at the root of his thigh.
He didn't know if it was the main injury.
The veins in his body were filled with blood, soaking through half of his pants.
The visual effect was very much like that of a ferocious aunt.
However, yesterday morning my stomach bled for several hours and I still didn't die, so according to the bleeding resistance setting, I still won't die this time.
Dugu looked calm and determined, avoiding pedestrians who didn't know the truth along the way, and arrived successfully.
Target the hospital and sneak in, bypassing the guard.
This hospital is famous for its high fees.
Lonely is now penniless, and as the master of the Thousand Kills Pavilion, he is also a dangerous person wanted by countries all over the world.
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Even if he has money, he cannot go to the hospital for treatment openly.
Normally, the injured killers in Qiansha Pavilion are treated by a killer who is a part-time doctor in the pavilion.
However, the part-time doctor just now was killed by Dugu in the melee.
Following the bright light, Dugu touched the doctor's duty room nearest to him and sneaked in silently like a ghost.
There is a young male doctor sitting in the duty room.
He is burying his head and writing hard.
His concentration makes his profile look more handsome.
He is wearing a clean white coat without any wrinkles, and the inside is equally white. shirt, The exposed hands and facial skin are also so fair that they seem to be emitting a faint soft light.
Against this backdrop, the thick, dark hair and eyebrows seem to be drawn with ink on white paper.
Sophisticated and delicate.
That's right, this is Dr.
Xuanyuan, the world's number one physician.
Although I don’t know why the world’s number one doctor still works hard at night shifts Accompanied by a cold breath, a blood-stained diamond dagger was pressed silently against Dr.
Xuanyuan's throat.
"Who is it?"
Dr.
Xuanyuan was startled, but he quickly calmed down.
As a doctor engaged in a high-risk profession, Xuanyuan not only learned necessary professional knowledge in medical school, but also took a number of combat-related courses, and was proficient in karate, Sanda, judo, swordsmanship, shooting, and small grappling.
Although in fact, he would definitely not be able to defeat Dugu, who was professional in taking the lead, Xuanyuan did not panic without knowing the opponent's strength.
Dugu: "Humph."
Xuanyuan: "" After a few seconds, Dugu suddenly remembered that the word "hum" was not enough to express what he meant and that he had to speak.
He opened his mouth and said: "I" Xuanyuan raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "You are injured and you want me to help you deal with it."
What he wanted to say had already been finished by the other party.
Dugu was stunned and said, "Humph."
But how did this guy know?
"You have a strong smell of blood."
Xuanyuan explained in an extremely considerate manner, and then he raised his hands to show friendship, "Let me go first and let me see the wound."
Dugu slowly relaxed his grip on Xuanyuan.
Xuanyuan turned around with his hands raised in surrender.
The slightly upward curved corners of his lips made him look gentle and calm.
Dugu seemed not to have expected the person who had just been threatened with a knife.
A person can be so calm, his pupils as dark as night trembled slightly.
Two people, one dressed in white, spotless, as gentle as jade, the other dressed in black, covered in blood, cold and violent.
They stood facing each other and stared at each other for a moment.
"Where is the wound?"
Xuanyuan looked away and asked kindly, then nuzzled towards the corner of the room, "There is a treatment bed over there, you can sit down."
Dugu walked over and sat down, leaving bloody footprints one step at a time.
He first lifted up his shirt, revealing his thin and tough waist, then removed the thick layer of gauze that he had wrapped with amateur techniques, and said in a cold voice: "For gunshot wounds, I took out the bullet myself and took antibiotics. , but the wound seems to be infected.”
Xuanyuan frowned and observed for a moment, then said: "As for the other wounds, you seem to be losing a lot of blood.
I need to stop the bleeding for you first."
Dugu frowned and snorted, but made no move.
Xuanyuan smiled good-naturedly and looked around Dugu from head to toe.
As expected, he discovered the torn fabric and the hideous wound at the base of his thigh.
"Take off your pants, and I'll prepare something to stop the bleeding."
Xuanyuan calmly finished his instructions, got up and walked towards the dressing room next door.
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Dugu's face was horribly stiff.
He hesitated for a while, then gritted his teeth and took off his pants. gd1806102: