Demon Resurrection: Signing in Zanpakuto at the Start

Chapter 300 Hold Your Breath

The plainclothes team who knew Chinese translated Shi Wanda's swear words to the leader, and his face instantly darkened.

"Shit! Damn! I'm going to chop him up to feed the fish!" the leader said angrily.

But when Shi Wanda heard the leader's response, he scolded him even more. The eighteen generations and friends and relatives all greeted him.

Even if he didn't have a translator, he knew that Shi Wanda didn't say anything good, and his face was even more ugly.

The plainclothes team who understood the leader's temper suddenly held their breath, and the people who were pressed up around them did not dare to speak at this time, for fear of angering the leader.

The scene suddenly fell silent.

But at this moment, there was a light laugh:

"Haha, there really is a speedboat! This gift was delivered on time."

At this time, Lynn and his party had already arrived on the deck.

As soon as they got on the deck, Lynn found the three speedboats under the cruise ship that these armed plainclothes teams were on.

With this speedboat, he doesn't have to waste so much energy to rush the road. It must be known that even a true master wants to walk on water, and he needs to consume a very high amount of energy in his body, and he can't walk very far.

Even if the real essence in his body is stronger than that of ordinary masters, unless he can break through to the condensing stage and reach the level of the continuous circulation of real essence, it will still be a waste of real essence to rush.

If there is a battle, it will be disadvantageous to him.

"It's been a while, and you're still laughing. Could it be that you're too stimulated and your brain is broken?"

Several captives stay away from Lynn for fear of getting into trouble.

"You dare to laugh at this time, it's time for you to be unlucky, it's best to be shot to death immediately."

The blood-covered Landford cursed viciously in his heart. He wanted to speak, but his mouth was dislocated and he couldn't speak.

"Really... When is it time to still laugh."

Mu Shiling was almost desperate now, seeing the well-trained appearance of the bandits holding firearms, it was almost impossible for them to escape.

Dong Xinci's pretty face was also pale, and even with their determination, when they thought of what would happen after being caught by these gangsters, they were extremely desperate.

Even if these gangsters just ask for money, when they are released, her father has no treatment with Qudusan, so he is afraid that it will be more fortunate than good. Minute.

"Beat him hard!" The leader of the plainclothes team ordered his subordinates with gloomy eyes.

A black plainclothes team about 1.8 meters in size came out, murmured something in his mouth, clenched his fist and made a crackling sound.

While pinning the submachine gun in his hand to his waist, he twisted his neck and approached Lynn, the hideous smile on his face became more and more wanton.

The plainclothes leader looked away from Lynn, the unknown.

He was very familiar with the black plainclothes team that came out. He was named Thor. He used to be a black market boxer. He had a ten-game winning streak in the casino. He could kill a 200kg strong man with one punch.

Not to mention, in his eyes, he was just an ordinary Lynn.

He looked down at the three cultivators with a look of disdain on his face. A mere plainclothes team wanted to threaten him, which underestimated his reputation as an "executioner".

It's just a subordinate, and if he dies, he will die. It's just millions of pensions, which makes him feel a little more distressed. As long as he has money, he can hire one at any time.

The leader took the lead and took the lead, aiming at the three, with his finger on the trigger, he was about to pull it.

The three Qi Le practitioners were nervous and sweating profusely, hiding on the unlucky plainclothes team.

"Go to hell." The leader smiled cruelly, just when he was about to pull the trigger and saw the blood of the three people in front of him burst out.

Da da da!

A series of gunshots came from beside him, and even a few bullets grazed his forehead.

This leader deserves to come down from the battlefield where the corpse is full of blood and blood. The moment he heard the gunshots, he rolled on the spot subconsciously, dodging the next few bullets that were shot at him.

After he hid in a bunker, the leader had time to look in the direction of the gunfire.

The scene in front of him made him stunned.

He saw that the young man who, in his opinion, did not pose a threat at all, was holding the black plainclothes team in one hand, while the other hand pulled out the submachine gun on the plainclothes team and fired everywhere.

"My marksmanship is really bad."

Lynn quickly replaced a magazine and aimed the gun at the dazed plainclothes team.

The next moment, the fire snake spewed!

The plainclothes team turned pale with fright, and they all imitated their leader and took cover to hide.

It's just that a few unlucky ghosts, too late to find cover, were hit by bullets and fell to the ground.

"A lot of progress has been made."

If the first shot he fired was a layman's level without even touching the door.

After shooting dozens of shots, with his ability to control the body's muscles in the smallest detail, his senses are far superior to ordinary people after training, and he has improved his marksmanship to the level of hundreds of rounds of live ammunition for ordinary people.

Within 100 meters, not to mention 100% hits, 70% to 80% confidence is still there.

Of course it's not the scariest thing.

The most terrifying thing is his terrifying learning ability. He constantly adjusts and improves in actual combat. This is only the result of his design of dozens of rounds. It is difficult to think about the scene after he practiced thousands of rounds.

I'm afraid it's those special soldiers of the King of Soldiers, that's that kind of level.

Lynn took another magazine from the black plainclothes team, who had passed out while he was strangled by his neck, and replaced the empty magazine.

The leader hiding behind the bunker watched in horror as Lynn changed the magazine there.

He really couldn't imagine that the subordinate who used to be a heavyweight black market boxer would actually be like a dead dog, being held in his hands by an ordinary person who looked like an ordinary person.

"Go to hell!"

Every time a subordinate is killed or injured, it is millions of dollars. If a subordinate is killed or just makes him feel bad, then the heart of the plainclothes team is bleeding at this moment. In just a short moment, he has already lost tens of millions of dollars. , which has more than tripled the salary paid by the foreign country this time.

He picked up the submachine gun in his hand and shot in Lynn's direction.

"Um?"

Sensing that someone was attacking in his direction, Lynn blocked the strong black man in his hand.

Just after this.

The plainclothes team, who was a companion, showed no mercy to their teammates, and a dense number of bullets shot at him.

bang bang bang!

There were dozens of bullet holes in the black body instantly.

Lynn calmly hid behind a bunker. He still likes this outfit, but it's not good if it's broken.

Da da da!

The remaining dozens of people, with good combat literacy, used the bunker to start shooting in the direction of Lynn.

For a time, where Lynn was hiding, the bullets were flying, and the firepower was completely suppressed.

The leader of the plainclothes team gestured a combat code, and asked his subordinates to take advantage of the suppression of firepower to kill Lynn who was hiding behind the bunker.