DC Tyrant

The slight smell of air-conditioning and air-conditioning mixed with the strong smoke of gunpowder occupies everyone's sense of smell, making people suffocate.

The incandescent light illuminated, and the soldiers who were stunned for a moment looked up at the giant-like Badi in horror.

Badi stood tall and held up the soldier with one hand, like a demon smiling with a tyrannical expression.

Under the light, the picture freezes at this moment, he is the terrifying demon king who rises from the ground.

"what!"

The scene changed from static to dynamic again. The terrified soldier raised his eyes, and subconsciously screamed in fear.

Countless gunshots rang out in this suffocating space.

Thousands of bullets were fired in unison again in front of Badi.

Badi grinned, no longer using the dead soldier's body to resist, but raised his chest and stretched his arms out, letting the thousands of bullets pour down.

Each bullet was like a needle, stinging his nerves slightly and making him feel his presence.

Badi's mouth was wide open, showing his teeth, and his eyes were cold with a crazy smile.

Bardi stepped forward again, facing the bullets shot from the sky of fear.

He reached out to meet him, and several bullets shot in his palm, as if stabbed by several needles.

Say it hurts, not much pain.

Trouble is not to mention.

It just happened to be able to trigger the **** madness that Badi had not seen for a long time, making his blood boil for a moment.

The ground cracked more seriously than any previous time. A deep cobweb pit suddenly appeared on the ground, and the slightest dust was lifted up by him. Bardi pressed the bullet's palm on the forehead of a nearby soldier.

"what…"

Yu Wen's bullet burned the soldier's skin, making his eyes almost bulge out of fear.

Then he died.

The death was worse than anyone else's, and he was killed by Bardi's headshot.

Especially when Badi still had that mouth with an unusually wide smile, revealing white and neat teeth, and a crazy smile in his cold eyes, which made the soldiers feel chills in their hearts.

Slade bit his tongue, and the **** smell woke him up with a chill in his heart. In the afterimage, he saw Bardi grinning, his eyes cold and frantic catching bullets with his fingers.

Bardi has a power of fifteen tons. This kind of power does not mean that the maximum power is fifteen tons, but the conventional one is fifteen tons.

Once it erupts, fifteen tons of power can be exerted through the skills of Badi's body, which is enough to exceed one hundred tons.

It was also the first time that Bardi had exploded this incisive and fun power in the sea of ​​bullets, even though the flesh of that finger was rubbed by the bullet until the bones could be seen.

The bullets rubbed frantically and moved red and drilled. Even though Badi's **** were like steel, they were rubbed by the supersonic rotational kinetic energy, and the flesh and blood began to fly little by little. Finally, he saw the deep white finger bones, and the bullet was like this. Stopped at the fingertips of Badi's bones.

But in the end, he caught the bullet with his fingers in the friction of the bullet at supersonic speed.

Then the flesh and blood that had been rubbed off from the fingers recovered itching again.

All of this slowed down in Slade's eyes, because his body was trembling with terror, and his adrenal glands surged countlessly, so he was able to see this terrifying scene.

The gunshots became more and more tragic and tragic.

The trap that Slade intends to set with the life of the soldier will bring trouble to Bardi, such as sound waves, strong current, poisonous gas, etc., but it is only trouble.

In this space, the smoke of gunpowder, the screams of fear screamed from time to time, the corpses splashed, sticking to the wall in the distance, turning into mud, or the head was directly blown up, or by Badi one. Sweep the spine.

This is Badi's mime alone. In his world, there is no other voice, only himself is the existence of color.

This time Bardi didn't use firearms, he didn't use his head to calculate any orientation, angle, airflow, psychology, he didn't use super hearing to avoid bullets.

Dripping and fun, stretching the body's muscles and flesh and blood.

"call!"

Bardi exhaled softly.

Fight without brains.

So cool!

It's no wonder that Superman has the most powerful brain in the world, but he has no brain to fight all kinds of alien monsters, because the feeling of not having a brain is actually quite cool.

No screaming, no crying.

Except for Slade, all the soldiers are dead.

It is not an exaggeration to describe this scene with a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

After Badi exhaled, the blood on his body seemed to have been exhausted just now, the smile on his face and the cold and crazy eyes were returning to indifference, looking down on the world, indifferent.

He didn't care how many lives died on his hands, nor did he care about the blood running under his feet and getting the soles of his shoes wet.

He is aloof, and maybe he doesn't care about himself sometimes.

A loud sound.

The sound of the sword unsheathed.

"You can't escape, Barmulotti, you can only be buried in this underground base."

Slade's eyes trembled and shrank into a little, and fierce light radiated in his eyes. Only by exuding the most fierce aura, and suggesting that he was fierce and cruel, could he stand up and attack Badi with a sword at close range.

Only then will one have the courage to approach this tyrannical alien.

Slade's spine was straight, and the samurai sword attached to his right hand was lit by the light, exuding a tempered cold light.

This is a sharp sword that has been tempered and tempered, giving Slade a trace of confidence in severing Bardi's body.

The sharp sword was in hand, but the first attack was the sound of gunfire.

The sword in Slade's right hand was hanging on the ground, charging all the way, and the tip of the sword slashed sparks on the ground.

Suddenly, a touch of snow appeared on his left hand.

Desert Eagle.

The gun spewed out bullets in anger. He knew that the firearms could not deal with Badi, and he could not be injured.

He just wants a chance.

Here comes the opportunity.

Badi stretched out his right hand, palm facing the muzzle of the Desert Eagle. He suddenly liked the feeling of being pricked by needles. How 'weak' I am.

Each bullet of the Desert Eagle was followed by another bullet, and then pushed forward strongly, and the seven bullets went straight into Badi's palm, worthy of reaching the bones inside.

The needle brought a tinge of pain to Bardi, spread to the nerve, and was pushed out by his granulation.

He was still expressionless, still indifferently watching Slade rush to him.

Slade suddenly abandoned the Desert Eagle in his left hand, and put his hand on the samurai sword that was being dragged.

His spine suddenly soared like a dragon, and his strength rushed all the way, pouring from the soles of his feet, and his qi and blood gathered from his heart. The blue veins burst out from the neck.

He gathered all the strength and courage of his body, and stared at the red and angry eyes with a blow.

There are no fancy knife skills, only a single blow.

The samurai sword swung up from the bottom.

The knife flashed.

Just like the moonlight in the clear night sky reflected in the silver light of Koizumi swaying, dazzling the sight of the flower people.

Also blinking Hua Badi's line of sight.

For a moment, Badi's pupils moved slightly.

Then he did something extraordinary.

Badi lowered his head slightly, grinned, his neat white teeth biting the blade that was slashing towards his neck.

The collision of teeth and blades made an echoing 'hum' sound.

Slade blushed with anger, he gritted his teeth, and large blue veins appeared on his arms and neck, which was extremely terrifying.

Seeing Buddy biting the blade, his eyes that were protruding too hard stared abnormally large.