The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

The lead bullets wrapped in red light came straight to my chest with a scorching hot wind.

At this moment, I just stopped, my legs still couldn't move, and the lead bullet was only two steps away from my body.

The lead bullets were designed two steps apart, and before a blink of an eye, they whizzed out, and burst into flames in the vice president's hideous smile!

The heat wave hits the face, the air wave is raging, and the instant scorching heat can hardly breathe, pushing four soldiers not far apart more than half a meter away, and the vice president is also blown out by the air wave that has been reduced by seven or eight points. Three meters away, with a plop, he fell to the ground.

While laughing presumptuously, the vice chairman got up from the ground and said with a grin: "To make you proud, to pretend to be forced, to mock me, haha."

Two swordsmen stood up tremblingly while supporting the two shield-wielding warriors, and the four of them, with their eight legs trembling, almost fell to the ground.

Whether it was the force of a knife just now or the impact of the explosion later, they were hit hard. Although they could not die, they did not have the physical strength to fight again.

Seeing the opponent lying motionless on the ground, the four of them ignored the pain and smiled, constantly complimenting the vice president who was as embarrassed as them.

"The vice-chairman is really unfathomable. Two small tricks can make opponents easy to be recruited. What a role model for me!"

"More than just a role model, the vice president is an idol!"

"Yes, yes, yes, look at that kid, he was so arrogant just now, he was hit by an explosive bullet of the vice president, he became coke, and the one who died can't die anymore. Really speaking of strength, except for the president, Who else would dare to make trouble in front of the vice president!"

"Humph", the vice-chairman listened to the compliments of the four subordinates with a very useful face, and his proud face suddenly showed regret: "It's a pity, I didn't catch the living, otherwise I really want to ask him which one is not long-eyed. He was assigned by him, but fortunately, since he is dead, it can be regarded as a warning to his behind-the-scenes boss. Not everyone in the Kinho Guild can afford it!"

Unpretentiously, a sneer, an untimely sound, instantly swept the vice chairman's interest in speaking.

"Why, anyone of you dissatisfied with me?"

The vice president's face was cold, his eyes were like swords, and he swept toward his four subordinates.

The four were at a loss, not knowing why the vice chairman said such words.

One of the warriors with swords plucked up the courage and cautiously said: "Vice, Vice President, you, why do you say that?"

"I just heard a sneer from some of you, why, who has any questions about what I said?"

The vice president said with a cold face: "Or anyone of you covets the position of my vice president and wants to replace it?"

"Dare not dare, vice chairman, wronged!"

The four warriors were so frightened that they knelt to the ground and kept kowtowing for mercy. However, a question arose in their hearts at the same time: Did I sneer?

Is it...

The four of them stopped all of a sudden, and their necks slowly twisted toward the place where the opponent was lying.

Strands of burnt smoke evaporate from around the body, like a roasted fish, exuding resentment and hatred.

"He should be dead..."

The four fighters looked at each other, their eyes full of doubt and anxiety.

"Four of you, what's wrong?"

The vice president didn't understand what the four of them were thinking, and asked arrogantly.

"Vice, vice president" one of the shield-bearing fighters raised his head and said hesitantly: "The sound just now wasn't from us..."

"It's not you?" The vice president's face tightened and said: "Who would it be? Is he?"

The vice president pointed to the opponent lying not far away, and said contemptuously: "He is a dead person, does he make a sound?"

"Dead people naturally don't make a sound."

A voice sounded with sarcasm and ridicule, but it sounded like a low growl from **** in the ears of several people.

"you you.."

The vice president was full of panic and couldn't help but point his finger in my direction. He couldn't believe it.

In front of him, the four soldiers were also very frightened. One of them even urinated his pants, and a stinky smell floated out of the soaked bottoms.

"Sorry, I let you down."

With a mocking expression on my face, I slowly sat up from the ground, and the scorched cowhide coat on my upper body fell off piece by piece and broke to the ground.

"I like this dress quite a bit." He lowered his head and glanced at the crumbs of charred leather all over the floor: "It was ruined by your bastard."

"You know?" I raised my head, eyes full of discomfort: "This dress cost me two silver coins!"

"No, impossible, you can't be alive!"

The vice president obviously didn't listen to me, and still yelled at me in horror.

"Hey, don't you know that shouting at someone like this is very impolite?"

The words are as usual, but the tone is full of chills, I jokingly said: "Do you really think that I avoided your explosive bullet because I was afraid of death?"

"Joke" I cut, and while standing up, I said: "I just don't want to ruin this suit."

"But now, it doesn't matter anymore" stood up, shook off all the burnt pieces on his body, spread his hands, and looked at the upper body of the ****, feeling more uncomfortable: "The clothes are ruined."

"Quick, kill him, kill him!"

The vice president yelled at the four people who slumped on the ground and did not dare to move. His right hand holding the firecracker was trembling, and his left hand was groping in the ammunition bag like crazy.

"Are there any bullets?"

With a big smile on my face, I slashed the Matthew Sword twice, and twisted my neck again: "That's really a pity, I want to go!"

The body moved, leaving behind a shadow, and went straight to the vice president, cutting the Matari knife in his hand, passing a cold light, and cutting towards his body.

Seeing me rushing again, the vice president’s lips sneered, and with a twitch of his left hand, he took out a lead bullet from the ammunition bag again, and skillfully filled it into the chamber of the firecrackers, raised the firecrackers, and directly faced my chest and abdomen. Just pull the trigger.

A white light flashed across, and the barrel of the palm of the hand flew up into the air. At the same time, the vice chairman also pulled the trigger.

The lead bullet in the barrel of the gun was like a bean collapse, drew an arc, and fell into the sand far away. After two hits, it stopped moving.

The vice president looked dull, looking at the broken spear in his hand, his whole person seemed silly.

"Goodbye."

A cold light flashed, and the vice president's head fell to the ground, and blood sprayed out from his broken neck.

I couldn't avoid it, but a few drops fell on me.

"It's still hot" wiped off the blood and walked to the four of them: "I thought your vice president was a cold-blooded animal."

"No, don't kill me..."

"Please, let me go..."

The pleadings of the four people came and went one after another, making me want to laugh.

"I said, have you heard such a sentence?"

The four stopped begging, trembling all over, and said, "What, what?"

"Cut the grass without eradicating the roots, and the evil will last a lifetime."

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