Ronin: Start with the cotton

Chapter 492 Who is he?
whoosh-

Whoosh whoosh—

The bullets passed by Qiao Shan's ears with the sound of howling wind.

The small wooden boat under him was pierced by bullets, and the bullets penetrated into the gravel, splashing sawdust and broken sand floating in the sun, accompanied by exclamations and screams from all around.

Leng Feng immediately squatted down and hid himself behind the small wooden boat.

At the same time, Qiao Shan was dragged down.

……

Looking around, I saw the direction of the gunshots. The Red Scarf Army was chasing the government army towards this direction.

"run!!!"

With wolf-like eyes, Leng Feng yelled at Qiao Shan, rushed out, ran a few steps, and swooped down, throwing his godson under him.

The bullet went over his head!

Just one second later, Xiao Hei's son was about to be shot.

The sudden hail of bullets made Leng Feng not care too much, he could only guarantee the lives of himself and the people around him first.

He looked back, and found that Qiao Shan was no longer beside the small wooden boat.

It was too late to search, Leng Feng didn't see Qiao Shan's body, he only thought that he had already run away after hearing what he said, so he hurriedly got up from the beach, dragged Tundu and ran into the street.

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On the beach, several huge dead tree trunks were scattered here and there.

After the Red Scarf Army shot and killed the fleeing government troops one by one, they did not stop their behavior. Holding up the AK47 in their hands, they aimed their guns at the civilians on the beach.

Qiao Shan even heard their arrogant shouts.

Pickup trucks approached slowly, and dozens of Red Scarf soldiers drove the civilians towards the city.

Civilians who passed by and fell on the beach along the way, regardless of whether the opponent died or not, would make up for it three or two times.

"boom!"

With a gunshot, Qiao Shan rushed out from behind the tree trunk.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of gunfire was endless, but Qiao Shan had already rushed to a Red Scarf soldier, leaped forward, put the knife on the opponent's neck, and at the same time snatched the AK47 from the Red Scarf soldier's hand.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Qiao Shan swam quickly on the beach like a snake, changing the clips of the rifles in his hands simultaneously.

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"FUCK!"

The soldier on the pickup truck picked up the RPG rocket launcher, stood up from the hood, and was about to fire shells at Qiao Shan, but before he could stand still, a bullet pierced his forehead.

The gunshots don't stop,
Every time a shot was fired, bright flowers bloomed between the eyebrows of a Red Scarf soldier.

This outrageous shooting accuracy, as well as the frequency of their companions falling down, instantly frightened the remaining Red Scarf soldiers. They rushed to find cover, spoke the local language, and hid in their own bunkers. The back of the pickup truck.

boom!Boom!

The retreat of the Red Turban Army made Qiao Shan seem more at ease.

One magazine, thirty rounds of bullets.

Before it was completely used up, Qiao Shan had already arrived in front of a pickup truck driven by the Red Turban Army.

boom!
After killing the red scarf army who was raising their guns at him under the car, Qiao Shan leaped, took two steps from the front of the car to the back of the car, picked up the RPG, and aimed at the two cars.

"Oh! God~"

boom--

Another pickup truck exploded instantly, bursting into flames.

Qiao Shan stood on the roof of the car, looked around, squinted his eyes, and exhaled lightly...

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Not only on the beach, but more Red Turbans are rampant in the city.

Chinese supermarket.

Several government soldiers fell in the blood amber, and the Red Guards were fighting fiercely with Leng Feng. After running out of bullets in their rifles, they directly swung out the rifles as firewood sticks.

"crunch-"

Qiao Shan drove a pickup truck and parked at the entrance of the supermarket.

As soon as he pushed open the door of the supermarket, Leng Feng quickly picked up another AK47 from the ground and aimed at Qiao Shan to shoot.

"come on in!"

Leng Feng shouted.

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Qiao Shan strode in and went straight to the cash register.
The detective took out his travel bag inside.

"Little brother! Don't take the bag! Hide quickly!" Qian Bida panicked and shouted at Qiao Shan, holding his head.

wow-

A black piece of cloth flew out of the travel bag and danced in the air.

Qiao Shan spread his hands and raised his head.

The cloth slowly fell on him...

Immediately afterwards, two hands protruded from the cloth, and then a masked head...it turned out to be a black robe cloak.

Under the shadow of the hood, Qiao Shan had a very calm expression.

After putting on the black robe and cloak, Qiao Shan turned his head and glanced at several people, his gaze stayed on the strange Chinese face on the cold floor who was unwilling to die for a moment, without saying anything, he turned and rushed outside the supermarket.

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"Hey!!!"

"Don't go out!!!"

Leng Feng shouted at Qiao Shan, trying to rush out to stop Qiao Shan, but he was a step too late.

When he came to the door, he saw a flash of cold light in Qiao Shan's hand, and the head of a rushing Red Guard immediately flew high and rolled down to the door of the supermarket.

Leng Feng stared wide-eyed in shock, looking at everything in front of him in disbelief.

He couldn't believe what he saw!
An elegant black shadow wandered around the battlefield like a ghost, and heads flew up wherever it passed...

Gunshots, cannons, screams, explosions.

There was also the sound of a machete cutting flesh.

A cold weapon, a body of flesh and blood, unexpectedly presents an invincible trend on the battlefield full of artillery fire!
Do not!
Leng Feng's pupils suddenly shrank!
That's not a machete!

Seeing the shape of the scimitar in Hei Ying's hand, Leng Feng's heart couldn't help beating violently!
That's a scythe! ! !

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The appearance of Qiao Shan instantly attracted most of the firepower of the Red Scarf Army, which also gave the civilians hiding everywhere a chance to escape.

Qian Bida saw that there was no danger of Leng Feng standing sluggishly at the entrance of the supermarket, so he sneaked over, poked his head, quickly retracted it, and then quickly stood up with a shocked expression, also sluggish.

"It turns out that the legend is true..."

The voices of home sounded around me.

Leng Feng's eyes fixed on the black shadow floating on the street. Hearing this, he quickly turned his head and saw a surviving Chinese hugging him. He said suspiciously:

"Legend? What legend?!"

This Chinese compatriot does not look very old, he is only in his twenties. Looking at the black shadow on the battlefield at this moment, he suddenly trembled with excitement, and said excitedly:

"Reaper! He is the Reaper! There really is a Reaper in this world!!!"

"If you are lovers of the supernatural, you will know him! The God of Death, the God of Death floating around the world! Various supernatural events in the world in recent years have been related to him!"

"I want to take a picture!"

"There really is a god of death in this world! There is an extraordinary existence!!!"

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Leng Feng looked at the black shadow on the battlefield, shook his head, and said, "No! He's not the god of death!"

"He's human! A human being who has reached the limits of his body!"

He observed the actions of the black shadow, and he was sure that they were all within the limits of what humans could do, and he could even do some actions.

But to be unscathed in the hail of bullets, it requires not only physical coordination, but also control of the entire battlefield, responsiveness, control, and sensitivity...

And most importantly... luck!
Who is he?
At this moment, deep doubts arose in Leng Feng's heart.

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(End of this chapter)