Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 233 Fame
Noisy night, crazy people, the evening wind blows the golden hair on Marcello's forehead.

Like a group of hungry wolves with green eyes, the crowd of the crusade surrounded Marcello, a lonely lion.

The fourth-level powerhouse can actually fly in the air for short and medium distances, but the ghost hand is only at the beginning of the fourth level, and he is not a professional on the relevant side. The flying speed is not fast, and it is not as good as running at full speed on the ground.

If he tried to escape through the air, out of the siege, he was a target.

The ghost hand could feel that there were at least hundreds of Force guns aimed at him in the crowd, especially the old opponent was a fourth-level [Locking Gunner], if he flew into the air, the opponent could kite him to death.

However, frightened by Marcello's usual ferocity, the pack of wolves did not dare to attack this desperate lion for a while.

At the end of the hero, Marcello still looked indifferent, showing no fear.

He looked at the unshaven Zolo with a vicissitudes of life, and suddenly laughed: "Zolo, you really impressed me, I thought you, a pedantic gentleman, could do nothing to me no matter what.

Because you obey the rules, and I don't pay attention to these, I can use all kinds of dirty tricks.

But today, you have instigated so many people to deal with me, and you have brought out all the violence and greed in their human nature. In particular, you have put on a cloak of justice, taking care of both the positive and the dark side of psychology.

Making a bunch of mobs orgasm, wanting to rip me apart, is awesome, really amazing! "

Zolo was a little silent when he heard the words. He glanced at the many people in the crowd with bulging pockets and hands full of belongings, and shook his head slightly.

He found it ridiculous and absurd, and with all his sincerity, he tried to persuade everyone to unite to deal with the ghost hand, but not many people responded.

Now Renn has pushed out a gang leader, and with the help of publicity campaigns, deception by actors, and lures, he has inspired so many people.

Some people are intoxicated by the lofty ideal of dedicating themselves to justice, some are caught in the thrill of revenge, some are greedily looking at the belongings of the Skeleton Gang, and some take the opportunity to vent their tyranny and desire...

Workers, grooms, gangsters, killers, thieves... everyone can find what they need in the crusade.

Some are real money that can be seen, and some are spiritual needs.

'Believe it or not, the reputation you can accumulate after 10 years of doing good deeds, I only need to do it for half a year, plus the promotional package, can quickly surpass you! '

This is what Ryan told him, and he even said bluntly:
Everyone is acting these days, if they don't act, they will be beaten out of their brains!
Thinking of this, Zolo glanced at Marcello's forehead subconsciously. The sky was full and his forehead was smooth.

Good head, unfortunately, he will soon be beaten out of his brains.

"Do you still think that reputation and reputation are not important?"

Zolo raised the hunting pistol in his hand, pointed the black muzzle at Marcello's head, and asked leisurely.

Marcello snorted coldly, clenched his fists loudly, and said flatly, "Of course it's important, otherwise why are so many people wearing hypocritical masks every day."

Marcello once wanted to join the Steam Alliance, but he failed. He committed many crimes and crimes when he was young, and he was not accepted.

Even with the help of that noble friend, he had eliminated the criminal record in the Public Security Bureau, but he still couldn't hide it from the Steam Alliance.

This world never lacks talents, only resources. Since we want to cultivate talents, of course we will try our best to select those with reliable character and good reputation to cultivate.

Otherwise, what good would it do an organization to cultivate ungrateful, ambitious, and unruly superhumans?
Of course, there are people who know people and face but don't know their heart, and there are some people who just have high acting skills, but at least, people like Marcello who have a lot of stains on their resumes will be wiped out directly.

Even before Renn joined the association, the Demon Hunters Association investigated him.

When it was learned that, as a born awakened person from a remote mountainous area, he did not steal or rob when he could not understand the language, but honestly carried bricks on the construction site, the association spoke highly of his character.

Honesty, law-abiding, reliable character, worth cultivating——The personnel review department of the Demon Hunter Association.

Yes, Ryan, he is an honest man!
"Compatriots, for the sake of justice, eradicate rape!"

Sig took out his mace and roared angrily. He didn't have time to talk nonsense with Marcello. If he didn't kill the ghost hand today, he would be dead!
Fortunately, Marcello hadn't read the four leaflets, didn't know that Higg claimed to be his father, and threatened to shoot him on the wall.

Otherwise, the Ghost Hand would ignore Zolo at all, and would definitely tear Higg into pieces first.

"Kill, destroy the skeleton gang!"

"Justice will win!!"

Everyone roared, the atmosphere was frenzied, they didn't have time to watch Zolo and the ghost hand "cherish each other", after killing Marcello, they would continue to smash and loot.

Later, the good things will be taken away by others, and some people will start to dismantle the chandeliers and remove the doors and windows.

"Boom bang bang..."

There was a loud roar, the barrel of the gun was spitting out flames, and dense bullets shot from all directions.

There are ordinary bullets, there are also magic hunting bullets like small silver meteors, and indestructible armor-piercing bullets.

A sharp light flashed in Marcello's eyes, and with a long roar, the golden spiritual energy on his body surged like a tornado, surrounding him.

With a clang, a layer of golden armor was put on his strong body, even a helmet.

Flowing golden luster shines on the armor, this layer of armor is even harder than ordinary steel plates!

The materialization of psychic energy is one of the hallmarks of a master-level transcendent. At this stage, even if unarmed, a transcendent can use psychic energy to make various weapons!
Clank!Clang!

Sparks splashed everywhere, and the bullet hit the golden armor, and was instantly bounced away. Of course, if it was a demon hunting bullet, it would produce tiny white cracks, and a depression would appear in the part hit by the armor-piercing bullet.

There were too many bullets, and they shot over like raindrops. Soon, the psionic armor on Marcello's body became pitted, and he was a little tired from the beating.

"Roar!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Higg let out an angry roar, and the crimson spiritual energy came out through his body, wrapping around his body like a flame.

On the handle of the mace in his hand, the light red lines lit up, and the surging spiritual energy was channeled into it, and the head of the mace suddenly glowed red, and the heat was rolling!

As the wind whistled, he swung his stick towards the ghost's back. This was the love from his father!

"act recklessly!"

Marcello snorted coldly, the windmill-shaped pattern on his back was shining brightly, his fists were shining brightly, and a huge fist mark punched it!

There was a loud bang, the sound waves rolled, and the sound of metal and iron clashing sounded like thunder.

Marseille's two-meter-long golden fist repelled Higg head-on, and even shattered his tiger's mouth.

But before he was happy, his face changed.

"kill!!"

As if an appointment was made, Yisam, Black Fox, Roy... more than a dozen third-tier powerhouses came to him at the same time!
(End of this chapter)