Turning into a nine-tailed sky fox, I seem to be very powerful

Earthquake

It seems that the giant is about to pull out the rooted feet from the earth, and once again prop up the tired body

Countless dust flies from the light rain

Under the gloomy sky, there was a dim light on the silent door, and then, the half-meter-thick steel door slowly opened, revealing the darkness behind it.

"Is the future of Xingyue here?"

A familiar pungent smell floats in the air that has been frozen for many years

Time stands still

unbelievably wide-eyed

Right in front of her eyes, in the huge space behind the door, lights silently lit up, illuminating every corner of the narrow aisle that was almost impossible for people to pass through, and the people who wanted to use every inch of the space thoroughly. Dense shelves

And the gun on the shelf

arms

The whole warehouse is full of munitions

And the white-haired man standing in front of the ammunition, the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground, Bailong stared blankly at the girl in front of him

"Are you the escort?"

He picked up the phone and quickly dialed

"Hello? Jingzi, can you go back on your word?"

……

(foot v foot)

Chapter 720 IX Hall of the Dead

Pistols, submachine guns, rifles, assault rifles, shotguns, sniper rifles, squad machine guns... grenades, shock bombs, mines, explosives, and even shoulder-fired rocket launchers that cover an entire wall...

Unexpected extraordinary battle

Mountains of ammunition boxes took up most of the space, and a stockpile of terror enough to wage a modern war lay in front of his eyes.

In the dead silence, Shi Chen was dumbfounded.

Did I go to the wrong set?

After a short phone call, the futile protest apparently also came to an end

"What are you still doing?"

After hanging up the phone, Bai Long turned his head, looked at those bewildered faces, and smiled happily: "Get ready to deliver the goods, everyone, just like you are delivering wine."

"Our counterattack hasn't started yet—"

Ten minutes later, with the opening of the garage door, the fully bulletproof modified Hummer roared, like a monster opening its eyes, and the headlights glowed hot.

After breaking through the fence, it rushed into the violent storm again.

into the deepest part of the storm.

Fifteen minutes later, under the torrential rain, the lights of the Devil's Cult convoy once again illuminated the dark world, and the trucks loaded with munitions roared and sped away in all directions.

Go to every organization and chapter on the Opium League registration list.

Bring an early Christmas present.

Armed as free as beer, it cannot bring happiness to people, it cannot make people happy, it can only kill something.

Obviously not necessities like water and wine, but now it is the only way to survive.

- Protect your family, protect your children, protect everything you have.

On your own!

When the heavy truck broke through the fierce firefight outside, smashed the outer wall, spun all the way, and stopped in front of Sakamoto's house, Sakamoto Akaba almost punched the driver in the face.

"Ueno!!! You bastard!" Chi Ye roared angrily, "We finally repaired the wall... What are you doing!"

"deliver goods."

Behind the broken windshield, the man with blood on his forehead grinned, raised his finger and pointed to the carriage behind him: "This is a gift from the boss."

The broken carriage slowly opened.

In the dumped box, countless swaying bullets flowed out from the cracks, and the bright copper light reflected on his dull face.

"Hey! Where did you get it?"

Akaba bent down, grabbing the bullet that was about to submerge his instep, dazed, almost thought he was hallucinating.Before he could react, the people behind him pushed him away.

"Oh? Guys from the Devil's Cult team, you did a good job..."

Sakamoto Yuriko stretched out his hand in satisfaction, checked the quality of the firearm, raised his head and asked, "Where did your boss go?"

Wiping the blood off his face, he looked towards the place where the flames were the brightest in the distance: "Boss, you should go there, right?"

"It seems to be sent to help idols solve the problem of inflammation."

"... It's really troublesome for a man to go crazy. If you can survive, let's have a drink together..."

On the dark side of the whole Fusang, at this moment, countless vehicles, motorcycles and even bicycles, loaded with iron light, burst out from the gate of the Demon Cult and spread in all directions.

Like a dying heart beating hard again.

Inject the strength of resistance into everything that is dying.

And on the dead road, in front of the armored vehicle that was advancing straight ahead, the cruel headlights illuminated the Hummer at the end, and the blood that gradually spread under its feet.

Just stepping on the shoulders of the struggling soldier, the hideous figure raised his head and showed his handsome face towards them.

Optionally, pull the trigger.

The blood plasma flew into the air, and the mutilated body no longer struggled.

"How are you all doing?"

He raised his head, wiped the rainwater off his face, and smiled at the slaughter team in front of him: "I'm sorry to have come from a long way away, but I'm so sorry."

"Next, enjoy the local hospitality," he said.

With that said, he dropped the assault rifle in his hand and took off a... grenade launcher from his lower back.

The smile grew brighter.

Violence and death are specialties of Yokohama, must taste——

At that moment, a low muffled sound burst out from his hand, the rain falling on the gun rolled up, and a dark afterimage roared out against the bullet rain.

It was hitting the chariot!

In an instant, Ramses' anger erupted from this foreign territory, and the alchemy fuel mixed with source quality burst out with fiery light, engulfing everything around him.

The frantically rising temperature also burned the bulletproof armor into mud, and then, the hot metal steam spread in all directions along with the evaporated rain and storm, shrouding more than a dozen slaughterers in it.

Then one more shot, third shot, fourth shot...

Until everything in front of you is swallowed up.

Bring destruction upon the head of the destroyer.

In the shroud of flames and shocks, a tragic hiss burst out, just like those who have passed away, there is no difference.

Only a scarlet signal bomb rose into the sky and exploded, attracting attention from all directions.

Amid the rapidly approaching roar, Aobai lowered his head, and the furnace formed by the dragon flames between his five fingers lit up again, and brand new high-explosive bombs emerged out of thin air one after another, and were filled into it.

He raised his head again, walked towards the direction where the enemy was coming, and headed for the next place.

"The war has begun, everyone."

He looked down at the enemy dozens or hundreds of times his own, stared at the twitching faces under the mask, and asked softly, "Are you ready?"

No one responded, only the furious fire of the machine guns.

But Aobai's figure suddenly melted into the distorted rain curtain, as if melting into the darkness, becoming extremely erratic.Facing the encircled enemies, pull the trigger.

So to reorganize, I seem to be going to solve the problem of "flaming"?

Witnessing the scene that happened all the way in front of him, Shi Chen almost wondered if he had traveled through time, to a place called Sin City.Until the violent roar woke her up from the hallucination.

Blood was splashing, and there were wailing sounds.

Deadly grenades were scattered in all directions, and the seeds of metal fell to the ground, blooming with fleeting flame flowers, and the scorching wind lifted the rain curtain, causing those hazy water vapors to disturb between the sky and the earth.

In the roar, everything seemed to be far away.

Weeping faces and blood are no longer seen.

She can deceive herself that what happened was just a dream, she just had a nightmare occasionally, and she went out for a run after getting up early...

But death keeps rising.

In this silence, the destiny that belongs to the prince screams silently.

With a blank expression on his face, Aobai pulled the trigger.

But the crisp sound did not come from it, he buckled again, and then heard the lingering sound of cracking in the gun.

He lowered his head and glanced at the grenade gun in his hand, saw the indentation of the bullet hitting the gun body, and the sound of the internal parts falling off, unfortunately threw it aside and continued forward.

As he passed the struggling figures on both sides, he stretched out his hand and took out a pistol from his pocket.

boom!Boom!

There was no more sound to be heard.

It's quiet now.

The thick fog started at some point, covering everything around, Aobai's footsteps stopped in place, looking around.

I don't know when... I have already fallen into the hunting ground.

Dead silence.

Just behind him, a big hole suddenly appeared in the air, and then, the bullet that rubbed to crimson left the sound far behind him.

The figures of the two disappeared and flashed tens of meters away.

It wasn't until this time that the loud sound of the anti-material sniper rifle came late, and a deep pothole appeared on the car seat, and gravel flew out.

Just around, in the thin rain and fog, a dozen figures slowly emerged.

In the front of Aobai, the enchanting and graceful figure came out of the mist, the black Yingzhou gown was already soaked by the rain, and the peony depicted by You Chanran on it became more and more alluring.

"What a coincidence, Mr. Aobai."

Isagi, who used to be the croupier of the Empire Casino, turned his head and smiled at Aobai: "Meet you again."

In the long silence, Aobai sighed softly: "That is to say, the one who betrayed the water is really Long Er?"

"No, it's actually a commission from Katori."

Izomu shrugged: "The Devil's Cult is too much of a hindrance or something, and I entrusted us to come and solve it."

"It's so good, I almost believed it."

Aobai said: "Miss Isagi, how about you try to find a better excuse next time when you divorce?"

Isaki laughed: "It's just a casual remark, if it works together, wouldn't it be better?"

Aobai didn't smile, just looked at them quietly, and sighed silently: "I originally thought that Long Er would have a little bottom line..."

"What the employer thinks has nothing to do with us, we are just responsible for carrying out the order."

Following Isaki's words, other chilling figures approached slowly, blocking the escape route inch by inch.

Isaki's sleeve slowly draws a slender chain, as well as the curved and hideous outline of the sickle, just like this, conveying the order from the employer to them:

"——You are too much of a hindrance, Aobai still has time, you must be dealt with here."

The bounty hounds from the Hall of the Dead·【Greedy Dream】drawn their weapons and approached inch by inch, enveloped in killing intent.

A brief silence.

Silently, Aobai looked down at the pistol in his hand, and a voice beside him suddenly asked: "By the way, which one is better between your group and the great witch?"