Chapter 509 Receiving Bullets Empty Hands

"Who the hell are you?" An Jisheng roared angrily after realizing it.

With a deep shame and anger on his face, it was this person who disturbed his leisurely evening.

However, there was no answer to him, only his growling echoed in the corridor.

"Fuck, bastard, let me kill him!" An Jisheng pulled out his gun directly, with a ferocious expression on his face.

wow~

Ka Ka ~

Skillfully adjusted the submachine gun and pistol in his hand, when he looked up, everyone was shocked.

The two bodyguards grabbed An Jisheng's shoulders with one hand and retreated wildly, only to see a black light flashing quickly in the dark corridor.

And the movements of An Jisheng's subordinates seemed to be frozen, and time also stopped.

Everyone's eyes were looking straight at Zhuang Ming's original position, and there was only a hint of fear on their faces.

Ka Ka ~

呲呲~

wow~

bah bah~

It seems that everyone who stopped suddenly moved, the guns in their hands twisted together with their people, and their bodies split directly, forming a translation.

It's just this translation that made the two bodyguards and An Jisheng stop breathing for an instant.

Because the upper body and lower body are not in the same coordinate system at all.

puff~

Blood was sprayed into the corridor like a free sprinkler.

It directly turned the narrow corridor into a blood-red hell.

Colorful viscera and intestines were scattered all over the floor, adding a bloody color to the corridor.

Everyone was broken in two from different places, blood and smelly blood soaked every gap in the corridor, and the walls were even more blood red.

There are lower limbs without upper body, broken arms, upper body unwilling to despair.

Originally, every little brother An Jisheng could name was already like a wax model, just like a person who committed suicide before.

Lying in a pool of blood, soundless, they were dead.

"Who are you? Who are you? Don't you know that this is the territory of the Blood Gang? Who are you?" An Jisheng was trembling all over, and pointed the pistol in his hand at Zhuang Ming, but kept trembling, angrily Roaring, his voice was hoarse and crazy, and there was even more fear in his eyes.

step, step, step
The sound of Zhuang Ming's footsteps was particularly clear in the corridor.

The strong and powerful military boots stepped on the sticky blood, splashing traces of blood.

pop~
It hit the wall and slowly slid down the wall. The blood beads shone with icy cold light under the dim light, looking bloody and dazzling.

Perhaps An Jisheng didn't expect Zhuang Ming to answer, and it was just to reduce his fear at this time.

But Zhuang Ming's icy voice suddenly sounded, and it was clearly heard in his ears in the corridor.

"I don't like people pointing guns at me."

Zhuang Ming's voice instantly dropped the temperature in the corridor several degrees, like a gust of wind blowing through the corridor.

An Jisheng shrank his neck involuntarily. Looking at Zhuang Ming's hideous mask, he felt two death swords aimed at him, making him dare not look at each other.

The gun in his hand also tilted involuntarily.

This made An Jisheng's face even more ashamed and angry, and his whole face became extremely distorted.

"FUCK, kill this stupid idiot for me, and let him know that it was a mistake to come here." An Jisheng roared at the two bodyguards, full of anger.

"I think we should run away first, we only want to protect your life." A black bodyguard looked solemnly at this moment, staring at Zhuang Ming's figure, as if he was afraid that Zhuang Ming would launch an attack at any time.

Another black bodyguard, with a tall body, also stood there tensely, defending against Zhuang Ming's sudden attack.

Bah!
Gunshots rang out suddenly.

"Now you can kill him!" An Jisheng's voice sounded, and it turned out that he shot Zhuang Ming directly.

The two bodyguards looked back at An Jisheng in astonishment, with a trace of helplessness in their eyes.

However, he suddenly saw An Jisheng staring at the front in disbelief with wide-eyed eyes, and immediately turned his head to look.

Gollum~

The eyes of the two were also wide-eyed, and even the sunglasses couldn't stop the terrified expressions of the two.

Because at this time Zhuang Ming was stretching out one hand in front of him, and the three fingers were pinching the bullet.

Zhuang Ming didn't hide at all, he just grabbed it casually.

The main thing is to experiment!
Now that Zhuang Ming's body is strong enough to block the impact of pistol bullets, it's just a little stinging, and there is a red mark on his palm.

"Go!" One of the bodyguards directly pinched An Jisheng's shoulder and quickly stepped back.

Such a long distance, they can also avoid the past.

It turned out that they just thought that the enemy was good at body skills, just like the ninjas in Sakura Country, they were good at invisibility and sword skills.

However. At this time, they don't think so.

The main reason is that they didn't feel any powerful aura about Zhuang Ming, one was weaker than themselves, and the other was that he was much taller than himself.

Now, they are sure!

The two of them exploded at their peak speed.

But, is it useful?

bah bah~
A bodyguard ran and shot at the back. They saw how fast Zhuang Ming was!
Must stop Zhuang Ming's speed!

But as soon as he turned his head, he felt that the steps under his feet were chaotic.

Even though there were dozens of meters away, Zhuang Ming's skull mask was already very close at this moment.

The ferocious skull mask and the empty eyes are especially frightening at such a close distance.

The big black man couldn't help but tremble all over.

bang~
With a sudden stomp on his feet, his body exploded with maximum strength. Under the oppression of death, his potential also fully exploded, and he sped up a lot again.

bang~
He squeezed the trigger fiercely in his hand, and the large-caliber pistol spit out a frightening black shadow.

But at this time, at the [-] second when he burst out with power.

brush~
A dim light flashed in his eyes, like the horn of hell, the call of death.

In Zhuang Ming's eyes, he could see his Tang Dao swiftly passing directly over the bullets that had just been ejected from the large-caliber pistol.

Without hindrance, it was divided into two halves.

Keep going!

Split in half from the barrel!

Next up is his arm!
Next is his upper body!

Zhuang Ming's figure has already passed by him quickly, without any trace of influence.

The power that erupted immediately dislocated the body of the black bodyguard.

The lower body sprinted forward, but the upper body was still frozen in place.

呲呲~

Pupu~

Blood and colorful viscera instantly spilled all over the floor.

Thump~
The corpse fell heavily to the ground, without a breath of life anymore.

The sunglasses also fell to the ground because of this fall, and the two exposed eyes were still full of shock and disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that he died like this.

The black bodyguard in front was startled by the movement behind him, and when he glanced casually, his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

The eyes behind the sunglasses suddenly shrank into needles, with unprecedented shock.

A companion who was similar to him died just like that.

(End of this chapter)

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