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Chapter 541 Magic [Ask for a gift, ask for a monthly ticket]

It's a bit like the spiritual power in novels, it's not so magical, but it's just a kind of induction.

Thump~
There was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and the disciple of the Blood Gang who had just stood up to rejoice, his brows were a little red, blood was still bleeding, and his eyes were shining in disbelief.

He may have been surprised by the last scene, how could the bullet turn around?

Isn't this something only in novels and movies?

Can people really do it?

And it's a Desert Eagle!

So he dodged and relaxed a little bit of vigilance, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Otherwise, with his good strength, how could he not be able to hide?
However, there is no regret medicine in the world, and there is no machine to turn back time.

He is dead and will not be resurrected!
Zhuang Ming seldom used this thing, because he couldn't do it before, and besides, throwing the gun would damage the inner wall of the barrel very much. Basically, the accuracy of a good-quality pistol would decrease wirelessly after a few swings.

This time it was just a whim.

It's really handsome toss!

What can be done in the previous life, can be done better in this life!
And things that cannot be done can also be done well in this life!
This is the benefit of being powerful!

Make the impossible possible!
Just kick.

bang~
A disciple of the Blood Gang who had just fainted and survived suddenly woke up and got up without fully understanding the situation.

The whole head was directly turned into pieces, like an exploding watermelon, with juice flying across.

bang~
The skull bounced off the wall with dense cracks and fell to the ground.

That was the last head left of him, stained with scarlet blood.

Brain and blood and blood added a beautiful landscape to the corridor walls.

Two guns flew across, and the sound of the silver-white Desert Eagle's gunshots was so clear in the corridor, and each blow took away a life.

The cold and frightening skull mask is the last memory of these blood gang disciples.

They don't even know who killed them?

Huhu~

呲呲~

Zhuang Ming suddenly felt a rapid screaming sound from above his head. Although there was no threat to him, if he was sniped, his skin would still be broken.

The Desert Eagle moved slightly upwards.

Ding~
The sound of metal colliding sounded directly, and a huge force descended vertically from above.

However, under Zhuang Ming's strength, the Desert Eagle didn't move a bit.

Calmly withdraw the Desert Eagle, only to see a sunken sniper bullet appearing above it!
And snipers!

Looking up with empty eyes, it was a blood wolf mercenary wearing a camouflage combat uniform.

Facing Zhuang Ming's terrifying skull mask, he couldn't help but tremble.

Thinking of the scene just now, he retracted the barrel of the gun directly.

There happened to be a rocket launcher at his feet, and he hooked it with his feet. After he got it, Zhuang Ming knew that there was a rocket launcher in it with this weight. A set of movements was like flowing water, aiming at the ceiling of his head without hesitation, which is the footsteps The trigger was pulled at the sound.

huh~
The cannonball flew straight up with flames, towards the top.

boom!
no doubt.

A large hole was blasted directly above, and gravel and dust flew across.

The most important thing is that two soldiers wearing camouflage combat uniforms fell down.

Before the two flustered bodies hit the ground, Zhuang Ming quickly loaded a rocket.

He directly attacked the two people in the air.

The howling sound of the shells in the air shocked the expressions of the two people who were blinded by the bombing.

The figure suddenly bowed in the air.

Although the reaction was indeed fast, it was a bit slow compared to the shells that had already flown out.

bang~
In the horrified and desperate eyes of the two, they hit the body.

Turn into a ball of fire!
The physical bodies of the two are not that strong, even with bulletproof vests.

Still turned into a rain of blood, like scattered around.

The deputy captain of the blood wolf mercenary group, Ma Qi, retreated quickly, and quickly came to the hole where the members fell. Seeing this scene from above, his face was instantly sprayed with blood.

Ma Qi's face was gloomy and terrifying, his face was covered with scarlet minced meat and snow foam, and staring at Zhuang Ming's blood-red eyes below, he almost spewed out fire angrily, his face was full of cold murderousness. meaning.

When did the blood wolf suffer such a big loss on this kind of mission, don't take revenge, blood wolf

What is the face of the mercenary group?
On Ma Qi's tough granite face, his eyebrows trembled, the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched, his nose squirted vigorously, and suddenly he smiled coldly, like a god of death, and shouted coldly: "Follow me, come on, We are wild wolves in the blood domain!"

March jumped directly from the hole above!

huh~~

Without hesitation, Zhuang Ming fired another cannonball, as if he was molesting Ma Qi.

hum~
With a cold snort, Ma Qi in the air twisted abruptly, and kicked the shell directly to the side.

boom!
Not far away, shells were directly bombarded, and the strong wind directly blew the blood wolf's short hair straight up, accompanied by the cold face on his face, with a death-like killing intent.

"Ow~Ow~"

The blood wolf elite reserve group above screamed excitedly, jumping off one by one.

The corner of Zhuang Ming's mouth under the mask evoked a teasing smile. A decent master really appeared, otherwise he would be very disappointed with this trap this trip.

However, it seems that these people have nothing to do with this blood gang. They should not be members of the blood gang, but mercenaries.

"You are the person Bennett is looking for, right? I must wring your head off today, and pay homage to the dead brother!" March's eyes flickered with icy coldness, like a knife in Zhuang Ming's body. The skull mask was scratched, as if trying to see through Zhuang Ming.

"Hiding your head and showing your tail, you can really be regarded as a villain, so let me take off your clown mask!"

"Kill!" shouted violently.

With a sudden kick on the ground, the marble shattered in an instant, and his figure shot out like a shell.

Keng~
The machete on his back was unsheathed directly, glowing with an icy cold glow, and under the dim light, it also glowed with a strange cold glow.

You can tell at a glance that it is a good knife made of special materials.

Breaking stones and breaking iron is not a problem at all.

The rest of the blood wolf pointed guns at Zhuang Ming, as if this would give them a sense of security,
"Did you know? I hate being pointed at with a gun!" Zhuang Ming's voice was like the cold iron of Jiuyou, making people suffocate.

The raised empty eyes made Ma Qi in the air narrow his eyes, and his heart suddenly felt cold, but he didn't have any room to retreat at this time.

Half-clasping his right hand, the huge bazooka in his hand disappeared instantly.

All those who were staring at Zhuang Ming's actions were stunned.

March was also taken aback.

Do magic?

How is this done?
Although the portable bazooka is not one meter long, it is not small either.

His eyesight is not at the level of ordinary people, which is very wrong!
(End of this chapter)