Cultivating Immortals in Space: Cannon Fodder Becomes a Boss in the Wasteland

Chapter 88 Incredible Power

Then she changed the topic and turned to look at the police car whizzing by on the road not far away.

His eyes gradually turned cold.

"Before I treat them, I'm going to collect some interest."

……

At the same time, not long after Mo Yu left.

Several helicopters came rumbling from the night and landed in the open space that had been burned to ashes.

Several heavily armed combatants descended from the helicopter.

They wear helmets and carry black shields.

Looking at the car wreckage that had turned into ashes, he took out a machine to scan.

Night falls.

It turned out that the silver needle not only penetrated his forehead bone.

"Who knows what kind of abilities these supernatural power users possess?"

Empty cafe in office area.

A tall, bearded man with brown pupils and a nose piercer.

The man sitting opposite him sneered while stirring the coffee in his hand.

Dark red long table.

Downtown Mexico City.

"After testing, an abnormal fire element explosion has occurred here, and there is no supernatural spiritual fluctuation in the vicinity of five kilometers."

"This is not penetrating power, it is just an ordinary silver needle, and the most important thing is the person who uses it."

Half an hour passed.

"It's hard to imagine that this is the hand strength of a little girl."

After knowing the girl's true identity, he carefully checked the killer's injuries again, and even performed a craniotomy on him.

The old man was the honorary committee member responsible for receiving Mo Yu during the day and selling weapons to the outside world.

"Naturally, these supernatural ability users should have been dealt with by those supernatural ability users."

"Fernan, you still have the foresight. People with such abilities are really not easy to provoke. If you can't beat the tiger, it would be bad to be backlashed."

It also directly penetrated his brain, sank deeply into the back of the skull, and almost came out from the back of his head.

White smoke rose from the coffee on the table.

The rising white steam blurred his sharp-edged heroic face.

In his other hand, he held a silver needle, looked it up and down before his eyes, and at the same time sighed in admiration.

……

This was discovered in amazement.

At the same time, it is also the office area where the group really dominates the head of the Guzman family.

Although it was late at night, at least half of the rooms in this skyscraper were still lit.

This is the top floor of the building.

Report into the interlocutor next to your mouth.

He is holding a magnifying glass in his hand and wearing reading glasses on his face.

It is even brighter and brighter.

"That's right, what kind of power is this to pierce the skull with a needle," the old man sighed sincerely.

A rare compliment.

He was talking to an old man with white hair, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, wearing a blue cloak, like an old gentleman.

"Unbelievable, unbelievable, unimaginable, an ordinary silver needle can have such penetrating power?"

One hundred and eighth floor.

"At first I thought it was just that I didn't go in a little bit?"

"Report to the captain, this search team has all been killed."

Sit opposite.

The headquarters building of Mexico's largest drug lord group.

At this time, the old man's black cane was put aside.

As he spoke, he couldn't help but glanced at the man and smiled.

The wound between the killer's eyebrows was not as simple as being attacked.

The man laughed.

As he spoke, he gave the old man a meaningful look.

"I have sent someone to look at the place you mentioned, and the goods you sent her have long since disappeared."

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(End of this chapter)