Doomsday: I'm in Kimchi Country, Professional Necromancer

"Axi! This bastard dares to do it!"

"Do you want to die!"

The punks, who were already irritated by Han Mu's arrogant appearance, immediately became angry.

He picked up his weapon and went straight to it.

"Don't get killed!"

The middle-aged uncle in the Mediterranean just said a word coldly.

Here is their turf.

Dare to be arrogant here, not even a chaebol.

Now is the end.

They are not without great people behind them.

"Let's play with you a little bit!"

Han Mu stretched out his hand and clenched his fist, holding back a punch with ninety percent of the force and hitting a gangster in the face.

The cheekbones visible to the naked eye collapsed, and a bloody tooth flew out directly.

Behind him, Xiaoxihachi, who was born in Taekwondo, raised his leg and slashed down.

The seemingly sneak attack seems to have slowed down countless times in Han Mu's mental perception, and every detail is fully captured in his mind.

Swish!

He turned around and kicked directly on the thigh.

As soon as he stepped down, his thighs were twisted and deformed, and his muscles were severely strained.

Snapped!

Holding a steel pipe that fell with force, Han Mu smiled kindly.

Xiaoxihachi, who was holding the weapon, looked at the deformed steel pipe with cold sweat on his head.

What kind of monster is this guy?

Han Mu strolled leisurely, as if taking a walk.

Fifty or sixty people, and most of them lay down soon after.

If it weren't for him controlling a little bit of strength, everyone present would not be able to breathe together.

"Is it gone?"

Han Mu moved his shoulders, not to mention fighting at this level.

Not even a warm-up.

"Axi, don't be too arrogant, you stinky boy!"

The Mediterranean bald uncle took out a pistol from his arms angrily.

Han Mu, who was pointed at by four or five pistols, slowly loosened his tie and took off his jacket.

The cold murderous aura caused the entire warehouse to be enveloped by a low air pressure.

"You're not the first to hold a gun at me. Are you sure you can withstand the consequences?"

Although Han Mu was smiling, the expression on his face seemed to be looking at a dead person.

"Axi, how dare a bastard who is about to die be so arrogant?"

Mediterranean heart is a little stunned.

The little brother behind him couldn't stand this arrogant bastard.

boom!

Before he could speak, the younger brother had already fired a bullet.

puff!

The low voice was like hitting a piece of leather.

Han Mu slowly spread out his clenched fist.

clang!

A bullet quietly fell to the ground.

The crisp sound could be heard clearly in the silent warehouse.

"Aah...Axi, am I hallucinating!"

A younger brother pointed at Han Mu, and his tongue was knotted when he spoke.

Grabbing bullets with bare hands, is this something that humans can do?

puff!

In the next second, there was an explosion in the ear.

The boy who fired the shot exploded like a balloon.

The viscous plasma mixed with flesh and blood filled the wall behind him.

Han Mu, who appeared beside him like a ghost, kindly patted the stunned Mediterranean man on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, everyone here must die!"

Tatata!

Heavy footsteps echoed.

The entire row of undead legions swarmed in.

When the crossbow machine in the hands of the undead repeating crossbowmen was reloaded, the crossbow arrows flashed with a cold edge.

All the people in the warehouse changed color.

He took the white suit that Xiaobai handed over and put it on his body.

Han Mu patted the Undead Repeater on the shoulder with a smile on his face.

"Don't miss it, the garbage must be cleaned up!"

"Wait, wait a minute!"

At the juncture of life and death, the Mediterranean Bald can not care about the fear of the undead army.

He crawled and ran to Han Mu's feet and hugged Han Mu's thigh.

Before I could speak, a terrifying pressure descended on my head.

He raised his head, facing a pair of eyes shrouded in shadows.

Indifference and cruelty, like a tyrant looking at a lowly pig and dog.

"Who allowed you to touch me!"

Five slender fingers, like steel bars, were fixed on the top of the head and slowly gathered.

He even felt like his skull was about to be crushed.

"Stop it!"

A cold voice came from inside.

Han Mu tilted his head slightly and looked at the hidden door.

More than a dozen strong men in black suits and sunglasses ran out of the door.

As if welcoming guests, they were lined up in two columns left and right.

The cold expressions and the bloody smell all showed that they were not ordinary gangsters.

"Veteran, or mercenary?"

Han Mu was intrigued.

Compared to those trash fishes before, this one that came out now is the real boss.

Tatata!

The sound of high heels hitting the ground came.

A petite and slender sexy woman with an astonishing proportion of waist up and down walked slowly with steady steps.

Black suit, cropped suspenders, straight trousers.

Large areas of snow-white skin were exposed.

His short, crisp hair was tucked behind his ears, revealing a wolf-like aggressive face with light makeup.

The slender waist swayed with the upper and lower contours, giving a very uncoordinated but inexplicable sense of conflict.

"Axi, how can I have a scumbag like you!"

Look at the pale Mediterranean man at Han Mu's feet.

The corners of the woman's mouth were slightly opened, and her neutral voice was cold.

His eyes seemed to be looking at a damn reptile.

boom!

A bullet pierced the head of the Mediterranean man.

The woman holding the pistol threw the gun to the bodyguard next to her, without even looking at the tragically killed subordinate.

Like it was really just a damn reptile.

He walked a few steps to Han Mu, his hands on his hips, perfectly showing his superior conditions.

Definitely the woman with the deepest career line Han Mu has ever seen.

God knows how such a petite and thin woman can move freely despite such a big burden.

The woman was obviously looking up, but she seemed arrogant and condescending.

"If the reception is not good, this is considered an apology, and we can talk about it later."

"Introduce yourself, Jin Zhiyan, you can also call me Mr. Kim."

"chat?"

Han Mu's mouth twitched, his eyes filled with undisguised aggression.

"Two choices, kneel down or die!"

"This is my answer to you!"

Kim "Mr." smiles as if Han Mu was just joking with her.

When the smile disappeared, the expression on his face was nothing but wolf-like ferocity.

"Then let's fight!"

"You bloody bastard!"

Han Mu was intrigued.

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

With such a huge gap in strength, this woman is not afraid at all.

Simply weird.

"Is it going to be swallowed up by you, and then tied to the shelf like a meat XX, to be messed with by you every day?"

"Go to war, bastard!"

Han Mu stared at this woman who was more like a man than a man.

From her eyes, Han Mu didn't see any weakness and fear, only the ambition that seemed to see no end.

This is an ambitious woman.

Power and ambition are like poison, immersed in her bones.

As long as you give her a ladder to climb up, even if the ladder is covered with steel needles, it doesn't matter to her that it will bite her.

Even if there is only a 1 in 10,000 chance of success, she will not hesitate.

The meaning of her life is to pursue higher rights and ambitions.

Such a person cannot be afraid of death.

The biggest fear is losing power.