American Comprehensive Detective: Start with a black gun

Chapter 117 Chapter 116
"Oh!"

He just came out of the bedroom.

There was a loud bang on the door, followed by the sound of windows breaking.

"Bang bang!"

Two shots were fired.

Gunfire emerged from the muzzle, and the bullets hit the skull of the zombie that broke through the window, and the zombie that was peeking out the window.

With the injection of the demon-breaking bullet, the zombie spontaneously ignited, and was quickly wrapped in flames, turning into a moving Pyroman.

Accompanied by the strange screams of zombies.

Ron opened the door, and a dozen ragged zombies rushed in howling.

He raised the sickle high and chopped it off at Ron's head.

Ron picked up the submachine gun hanging on his arm, aimed at the swarming zombies, and pulled the trigger.

"Da da da……"

The bullet flew out.

The zombie's movement of raising the sickle froze in the air, and then it was engulfed by the fire, and the raging flames burst into flames.

The zombies shot in the back were also engulfed by the fire.

Ron kicked the burning zombie blocking the door, and rushed out decisively.

Then, he started shooting indiscriminately at the zombies in the yard.

"Da da da……"

The sound of bullets resounded through the night sky.

Ron pulled the trigger selflessly, and the shell casings fell to the ground with the sound of the gunfire.

The zombie lying on the eaves above the gate jumped down, raised a long rusty knife, and chopped off at the back of Ron's head.

Ron was like a prophet, the submachine gun in his right hand kept on shooting, and the Glock pistol in his left hand suddenly fired back.

The zombie's forward chopping movement stopped suddenly, and then the skull was pierced by the bullet. The restraint on the demon-breaking bullet reacted with the black resentment, and a red ghostly fire sprang up, burning violently with the black resentment as fuel.

The sneak attacking zombies were completely swallowed by the ghost fire.

The zombie let out a miserable scream.

In the end it burned to a pile of ashes.

The corner of Ron's mouth curled up, he was extremely satisfied with this wave of experience rewards.

Although a zombie only has 1 experience point, there are enough!
Around the house, there are densely packed zombies.

There are still a bunch in front of the Witch Academy.

Ron liked the cutie a lot now.

Much cuter than ghost babies.

Yesterday, he only rewarded 10 skill points for killing the baby ghost.

There is still a little danger in killing ghost babies, but there is no danger at all in killing zombies.

Just then, Ron heard screams from the Witch Academy.

Ron quickly looked towards the Witch Academy not far away. The zombies had already rushed to the gate, and they were constantly hitting the gate.

There are also zombies running towards the window.

Through the window, Ron saw that several witches inside were pale with fright, screaming again and again, and of course some were calmer.

Zooey was very calm.

Because she happened to see Ron killing the zombies.

Thinking of his promise to Principal Cordelia, Ron hurriedly approached the Witch Academy.

"Da da da……"

Intensive gunshots sounded, and Ron's pistol mastery and gun fighting skills greatly improved his mastery of firearms, so even a submachine gun.

He still has a high shooting percentage.

What's more, the zombies are still very close to him, and the bullets are so dense.

Therefore, the zombies are like harvested ears of wheat, turning into burning men one by one, and the burning men redden the night, illuminating half the sky like a torch.

Pyromen fell one after another, and finally they all burned up and turned into black dust floating in the air.

Zooey saw Ron rushing over like a god descending, full of security, almost overflowing.

No, she decided.

Such a boyfriend should go to bed early, otherwise, maybe some bitch will be there first.

On the other side, Fiona and the high priest watched Ron easily harvest a large number of zombies in an absolutely crushing posture, and suddenly felt that the red wine in their mouths was not fragrant.

Red wine is no longer the taste of success, full of bitterness, it is clearly the taste of failure.

Fiona's expression was dull, who could tell him why Maoron would carry so many weapons?

Nobody told him, was it a foul?
Fiona turned her head to look at the high priest. Before that, he thought that the high priest's plan was foolproof.

Now, the perfect plan for shit.

"Do you think there is something wrong with my plan?"

The high priest's complexion was also ugly, but the corners of his mouth curled up in a confident arc.

Fiona nodded and admitted it very simply.

"Ha, without this wave of temptation from me, guess what would have happened? If you do it directly, the bullet is likely to hit you directly. Attention, it is no longer a zombie, but you."

The High Priest's reminder made Fiona calm down.

Although the high priest seemed to make sense, she always felt that there was something wrong.

"The only problem with this plan is Ron. This is an enemy that even I have to deal with carefully. As I said, Ron should not be underestimated!" The high priest laughed at himself when he said this.

The former self thought that the world was so big that opponents were hard to find.

Thinking that people in the world are stupid and only worthy of being their own pawns.

With a bitter defeat, he realized.

That is, never underestimate anyone.

Especially Ron, he can't see through it at all, it can be said that it is unfathomable.

Only by defeating Ron can he prove that he is a true hero and hero.

"Sure enough, as I expected, he has already prepared. It's just that he has prepared so many magic-breaking weapons, but if we are prepared, these weapons of his are useless!" The high priest shook his head. With a wry smile, "As expected of you, Ron! My lifelong enemy actually guessed that I was going to test you and prepared so many weapons in advance."

"Wait, that Ron already guessed that you would shoot him?"

Fiona was stunned.

Know that they have been hiding in the dark.

How could Ron guess that they were the instigators of the zombie attack?

It doesn't make sense!
"Do you think he can't guess? Then you think it's easy. At this moment, he must have guessed that someone has shot him secretly. He may not guess that it is me, but I bet he must have guessed something?" After the priest finished speaking, he looked confident, as if he and Ron were confidants, and he knew Ron very well.

Fiona was stunned by the High Priest.

After a long while, she said: "That is to say, you guessed that he might have guessed that someone shot him secretly, but he might not be able to guess that it was you who shot him, right?"

"Yes!" The high priest nodded in satisfaction.

"Isn't it normal to guess that there is a mastermind behind the scenes? Can't normal people guess it?" Fiona couldn't understand.

Because zombies cannot appear out of thin air and besiege Ron.

Ron could guess that someone was behind it.

It's normal, isn't it?

How to say it from the mouth of the high priest.

Ron has become a very intelligent and almost demon existence?
Fiona couldn't understand the High Priest's logic.

As the gunfire faded, the zombies outside the Witch Academy were finally wiped out.

"Crench!"

The door opened, and Zooey jumped up excitedly.

Ron smelled a fragrance, then felt a soft touch, and then a deep kiss that was so passionate that it suffocated.

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