Doomsday Game

The warm sunlight in the early morning shone on the streets of the city, warm and peaceful, but it made the figure with a flamboyant look, eccentric behavior, and wanton laughter particularly dazzling.

Mr. Clown wore a bright and sexy suit, with a twisted and crazy clown makeup on his face, and a sick smile on his lips. He used frivolous and exaggerated movements to throw grenades one after another at the police station branch not far away, which was still emitting thick smoke.

"Boom!"

"Haha, dear audience, enjoy this grand fireworks show! This is a rare performance! A grand performance!"

"Boom!"

"Don't forget to brush the gifts. Brush a rocket and I will throw an extra grenade! Hahaha!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Mr. Clown laughed wildly at the camera while wreaking havoc unscrupulously.

Loud noises continued to sound, deafening.

The police station had long been engulfed by flames and smoke, and glass fragments and concrete blocks were flying everywhere.

Mr. Joker laughed wildly in the flames of the explosion, and the laughter was harsh and crazy, which made people shudder.

The police officers who survived the bombardment fled from the police station in panic, but what greeted them was not the chance to escape, but the ruthless and fatal blow of Mr. Joker.

I don’t know where he took out a Gatling machine gun from, and he fired wildly at the embarrassed police officers who escaped.

These bullets were processed by superpowers, and they dragged pale tracers when they were fired, making the already terrifying lethality even more deadly.

Not to mention that the police officers who escaped have not yet entered the demon form, even if they have transformed, it is useless. Under such an attack, they will still be beaten into bloody sieves.

Under his crazy offensive, the few police officers fell one after another, and their fear and despair before death were broadcast live to the world, nakedly displayed in front of all the audience.

The scene was bloody and crazy, like hell coming!

Passers-by were horrified when they saw this scene, and they fled subconsciously, trying to stay away from this Shura field as far as possible.

In the face of death, the demons and humans seemed to be no different.

They screamed and fled everywhere, causing chaos on the streets in the early morning.

Mr. Clown continued his crazy performance in this chaos, and his arrogant laughter echoed in the streets, as if it was the call of the devil, even overwhelming the roar of the explosion and the sound of gunfire.

It must be said that this horror show starring Mr. Clown was much more exciting than the first live broadcast. I believe that after this time, many netizens will really start to consider Mr. Clown’s suggestions, right?

However, Chu Yan had no time to think about these. Now he just wanted to enjoy the pleasure brought by destruction and killing.

Indulging the desire for destruction in his heart, this feeling is really addictive, as if he has become the master of this world.

Chu Yan: Cool! It’s really cool!

Fortunately, he has not forgotten his own course of action.

The policewoman is still waiting for him to rescue her!

After the machine gun bullets were exhausted, he put away the Gatling gun, and did not continue to take out grenades and explosive packs. Instead, he turned his head and made an OK gesture to the camera:

"Xicheng District Public Security Bureau Branch, Get!"

"The halftime break is over, and the live broadcast is temporarily suspended. But please don't leave, because today's performance has just begun. Iron juice, you can now guess where my next target is!"

As he said, he turned off the live broadcast, put away the drone, and turned to chase in the direction Zhou Xiaoqi left.

The third-level physical fitness is enough for him to fly over the eaves and walls. High-rise buildings can't be an obstacle to him at all, but instead become his stepping stone.

The attack itself didn't last too long, only a few minutes had passed, and Zhou Xiaoqi didn't run too far, so Chu Yan quickly caught up with them.

When he arrived, Zhou Xiaoqi was hiding in a park and playing hide-and-seek with the police officers.

With the revolver in his hand and his spiritual apostle, he dodged back and forth between the bunkers while looking for opportunities to shoot.

Many police officers were killed on the spot by her, but most of them were shattered by her [Bomb Girl], making their bulletproof vests seem redundant.

However, they were outnumbered after all. Although these demon police officers were usually not trained, they still knew the most basic tactics of encirclement and cover.

At this time, the policewoman was gradually surrounded by them, and the firepower network formed also suppressed her counterattack momentum, gradually making her dare not easily show her head to fight back.

"Damn it! Why haven't you come yet? Did you play too much?"

Zhou Xiaoqi, who was hiding in the bunker, cursed inwardly, but there was no regret in her heart.

As if in response to her trust, the surroundings suddenly began to sound shrill and miserable.Scream.

The sound seemed familiar. When Chu Yan harvested those demon police officers last night, they screamed like this.

It was painful and miserable, just like their mother had died.

"Are you finally here? You're here in time."

The corners of her mouth could not help but rise slightly, and then she stood up without hesitation to join the battlefield.

As soon as she stood up, she saw a chic and capable figure harvesting the lives of the police officers in an elegant and cool calm manner.

It was a man in a suit wearing a god and demon mask, holding two guns, suppressing the whole scene.

He dodged bullets from all directions and launched a counterattack while turning around. The situation on the battlefield seemed to be completely under his control.

He shuttled through the rain of bullets with ease, harvesting lives easily.

The two guns in his hands kept spurting out flames, and the bullets were like meteors streaking through the sky, accurately hitting every target, and every shot was accompanied by the wailing and screaming of the police officers.

His movements were like a carefully choreographed dance. He kept firing and switching magazines in the coolest way. Each movement was extremely precise, as if it was a performance that had been rehearsed countless times. The two pistols shot almost without pause, and kept venting deadly attacks.

The two pistols rotated and jumped between his palms, as if they were given life, flexible and deadly.

The movements were smooth and elegant, as if they were performing an art performance, not a life-and-death battle.

There were hundreds of police officers in the park, stationed in various parts of the park, and they also fought back with guns.

However, under the opponent's precise attack, the police officers who dared to shoot were quickly killed by headshots, and their attacks were basically missed, and they were even intercepted by his own bullets in the air. Even if a few of them landed on the opponent, they were not painful, and they didn't even cause wounds.

Under such an unfair comparison, their will to resist was quickly replaced by fear and panic, and many people gave up the attack and began to flee.

So many people were killed by one person!

However, the masked man was still calm, his cold and deep eyes dominated the movements of the whole scene, as if all this was within his expectations and there was no need to be surprised.

All he had to do was to harvest lives, so these police officers who tried to escape could not escape death and were shot in the head one by one.

It is worth noting that not far behind him, a middle-aged man in a senior police uniform was pierced through the chest by a pale glowing spear and nailed to the ground. A long sword of the same material was stuck in his head, almost splitting his head. It seemed that he was dead and could not die anymore.

This cruel and gorgeous scene made Zhou Xiaoqi slightly stunned, a little bit handsome, but her hands did not slow down at all.

The pistol and the apostle of the mind fired at the same time, becoming the last straw that overwhelmed the enemy in this one-sided battle, helping the companions to end the battle as soon as possible.

Soon, the battle was over. Chu Yan returned to the body of the third-level demon nailed to the ground, cut off the most obvious extraordinary organ in his body, and then ran to Zhou Xiaoqi without stopping, picked her up by the waist, and flew into the sky with his wings spread.

"Let's go, there is another performance waiting for us! Hehehehe!"

"Hehe your sister! Can you hold me tighter? I'm going to fall!"

"Can't you hold my neck yourself?"

"You wish!"