American comic world demon hunter

In the slums of southern Atlanta, in a bar called Sanjiaojiuliu, Dante, Frank, Big Gold Chain Pick and his most loyal younger brother Big Plane were sitting in a dark corner.

"Frank" Pique held the wine glass in his right hand and shook it boredly: "Why do you come here to drink? You know, this is the dirtiest place in Atlanta. Damn, the wine here smells like urine." "

"Shit" Frank cursed fiercely: "If you don't like it, just give me the wine."

After Frank finished speaking, he snatched the wine glass from Peake's hand and threw it to the ground.

The sound of broken wine glasses rang out, but not many people paid attention. In this noisy and chaotic bar, murder is common, and who would go out of their way to look at a glass?

Someone will

"My boss is talking to you, what do you mean, you bitch?" Big Aircraft saw Frank's disrespectful actions and reached over to grab Frank's neck.

Frank's iron-like left hand clamped the big plane's wrist fiercely. With a twist, a push, and a click, the big plane screamed and was pinned to the table by Frank.

"Don't fucking mess with me." Frank stared at the big plane fiercely, and looked at Peake fiercely: "Don't fucking mess with anyone, today, just today."

Frank's spittle kept spraying on the big plane's face. When Frank let go of his hand, the big plane retreated behind Peake in embarrassment.

"Small plane, this is my brother, he saved my life." Pique patted the big plane's butt.

After calming down the angry big plane, Peake looked at Frank.

"That's not who you are, Frank. You shouldn't be so impulsive."

"Fuck me, calm down. I found a little girl's torn skirt in a fucking dog house. How can you calm me down?" After Frank finished speaking, his eyes were slightly moist: "I also have a beautiful daughter. God, I really don't." I dare to imagine, if my daughter encounters such a bad luck, how can I continue to live? Marken, I have failed you."

"Frank"

Dante saw that Frank was getting more and more excited, and he suddenly regretted agreeing to Frank's proposal to drink together.

"We chopped that damn fat man into mincemeat. We killed everyone who had anything to do with the Hunter Gang. They are guilty and they have been punished."

"Yes, you are guilty and you should die."

Frank picked up a whole bottle of whiskey and drank it. Then he threw the bottle in his hand.

"Fuck it, the guilty ones deserve to die"

Frank stood up. This veteran of the Vietnam War raised his arms and looked up to the sky.

"Who the hell hit me on the head with a bottle, who?"

Before Frank could finish shouting, the victim who was hit by the bottle he threw had already locked onto him.

"there"

The fat man who had drunk too much picked up the stool and threw it directly towards Frank, but his throw seemed to be inaccurate. The stool crookedly passed Frank and hit another wine table behind Frank.

"Grass"

The man dressed as a woman, whose face was covered with wine and glass shards, jumped up viciously.

"You fucking want to die"

The melee begins

In such a chaotic bar, no matter how bizarre the reason is, it may lead to the loss of a life. Sometimes, their reason is just a bottle cap, half an apple, thirty dollars, or even a mouthful of phlegm.

However, no one will cherish their lives in this slum bar. After all, even they themselves feel that their lives may not be worth a bottle of beer.

Frank kicked the gay man dressed as a woman behind him three or four meters away, causing the gay man to fall to the ground with his friends. Then, with his free hands, he pushed away Pique and walked straight towards The fat man with a beard was the first to shout.

Everything happened in an instant. The pole dancers who first caused the commotion were screaming and squatting on the stage while protecting their breasts and the money in their underwear. After them, the whole bar went completely crazy. As long as there were no gunfire, As long as the fight is fought with fists and stools, no one can stop the men from fighting

Pique was just stunned for a moment, then screamed, picked up the bottle closest to him, turned around, and violently struggled with an unknown person.

The light stimulates Dante's eyes. In the crowded bar, the smell of sweat and wine complement each other. What does it feel like? This is the feeling that men like.

Well, actually this is not a feeling that all men like, but it is enough for Dante at this moment.

He casually kicked the red-haired man with ear studs, lip studs and nose piercings who was holding a stool to hit him seven or eight meters away. This poor coquettish bitch knocked over at least ten big men along the way.

Immediately afterwards, Dante stretched his right hand behind him to hold a folding knife that was thrust towards him, and then kicked the grandson who was using the knife on the crotch. The grandson rolled three or four times on the ground like a ball.

Dante's power is getting stronger now. Although it is still far from his peak, it is enough to bully these drunken men.

As for women, to be honest, a woman with big breasts is not suitable for group fights, because she needs to defend in one more place than a man. When a man fights, he only needs to protect his head, neck, soft ribs and vagina, and exercise by leaning on his chest. The large chest muscles that come out are enough for protection.

For girls with big breasts, their breasts are one of their biggest weaknesses.

However, after Dante gradually cleared his five-meter radius, Dante admitted that he saw a woman who was good at fighting.

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p;At this time, Frank and Pique were gathering together to beat up an unknown group of people. Except for the direction of the two of them, the gangsters approaching Dante were all frightened by Dante's brutal fighting style.

When Dante raised the corners of his mouth and scanned the whole place with a contemptuous smile, he noticed a blond, delicate, doll-like girl in the corner of the bar.

The girl was wearing a black leather jacket. She had a sexy waist, plump breasts and butt, and white and slender thighs. Her kicks were very fast and powerful, which made the men who were knocked to the ground by her kicks stand out from the crowd. You can see it on your body.

Dante looked at this girl with great interest, watching her skillful joint skills, her messy long golden hair that kept flying with her fighting movements. Occasionally when she faced Dante's direction, Dante could Seeing her delicate face, it looked like a doll.

Dante turned sideways, dodged another person's knife, and kicked the person who took the opportunity to attack him to the wall.

During this process, Dante still didn't take his eyes off the blonde girl.

Dante watched for a while, and he saw that the blonde girl had noticed him. They were far away from countless people. When their eyes were connected, Dante saw the surprise and shyness in the woman's eyes. The woman saw her. Thought of love and appreciation.

Dante calmly turned around and squeezed a path to Frank through the crowd behind him.

"Hey" Dante grabbed the crazy Frank, slapped Frank's head hard, and then put his mouth close to Frank's ear and said: "Leave quickly, someone in the bar has regarded me as a target, I'm not sure about her Who do you belong to? I hope you won’t be dragged into this muddy water.”

After Dante finished speaking, he kicked Frank far away, in a direction closer to the back door.

Then, Dante turned around and continued to push everything out of the way, arriving in front of the blonde girl.

The blonde girl was beating a bald head hard with her beautiful little fist. The next moment, the bald head in her hand was pulled up by Dante. Dante threw the bald head against the wall with all his strength. His body actually smashed a big hole in the wall

The loud noise shocked everyone in the bar, and the noisy bar instantly became quiet. Dante gently reached out and held the blonde girl's wrist, and pulled the girl out of the bar without any explanation.

"Hey," the blonde girl struggled for a moment, then yelled in disbelief: "Seeing as you didn't use force on me, let me go now, and I will forgive your rashness."

After saying that, the blonde girl tried to take back her hand, but Dante's palm was not something she could break free from.

Dante pulled the girl and ran for nearly two streets, dragging the girl into a dead end. Then, Dante grabbed the girl's hands and pressed the girl against the wall.

The girl's breathing became more and more rapid, and she tried to struggle twice.

"Can we change places?" Seeing that her struggle was ineffective, the girl looked at Dante aggrievedly: "You are super charming. I don't mind having something happen with you, but I don't want to be here. It's so dirty."

The girl's voice is tender and tender. Not only does she look like a doll, but her voice is also similar.

However, her words were not enough to change Dante's decision.

Dante put his mouth close to the girl's cheek, and his breath hit the small down on the girl's face.

"How old are you"

Dante gently approached the girl's ear and said.

The girl's face turned red and she pursed her lips, looking extremely nervous.

"I'm an adult, really," the girl replied tremblingly.

"What about your name? Can I know your name?" Dante's lips moved closer to the girl's ear, and the girl's ear turned red. She still looked as heroic as she did in the bar just now.

"Barbara." As soon as Barbara answered Dante's words, she felt Dante's tongue touch her earlobe. For some reason, Dante's touch made Barbara particularly sensitive.

Dante's mouth left Barbara's ear, and Barbara closed her eyes, looking like she was being taken advantage of.

However, she soon felt Dante let go of her.

Dante was playing with a small earring in his hand. He took the earring and slowly walked to the innermost part of the dead end, leaning casually against the wall inside.

"Should I call you Barbara, or should I call you Bobby like the friend across from your earring?" Dante looked at Barbara who was getting closer to him, and showed the earring-shaped intercom in his hand to she looks

"Bobby, can you tell me who you are? Are you Lei Xiaogu's subordinate, the police, the army, or some other messy thing?" Dante threw the earrings at Barbara, and then he held the rebellious hand In hand.

"Hey" Barbara called out sweetly: "I have no ill intentions towards you. To be honest, I was almost fascinated by you. Can you put the sword away? I just want to chat with you."

"You are not close, you are already fascinated, but not by me, but by the breath of demons and angels." Dante said as he picked up the rebellious sword, turned around quickly and slashed hard behind him. The wall, after quickly swinging three swords, an equilateral triangle channel appeared on the wall.

Dante laughed twice, put Treason behind his back, and then took out two Sand Eagles from his waist.

"Are you just going to talk to me in front of so many people?"

In the room behind that wall, there were at least twenty armed men in black standing.

"You ordered that blond beauty in your earrings to seduce me here, but I didn't need the bitch you sent to lure me here. So now, how do you want to talk to me?"

Dante holds the gun in both hands, and there are still six magazines in the agent vest under the windbreaker, which should be enough.