Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

"Under the guise of peace talks, while aiming a gun at someone else's head behind the scenes, this kind of thing can only be done by people from a beautiful country."

Lin Hun snapped his fingers, his soul hand manifested from his side, and Steve, who turned his head 180 degrees, brought it up.

Moving his gaze, looking at the revolver that Steve was still holding tightly when he died, Lin Hun's other soul hand stretched over and directly pulled the gun from his hand.

The soul hand movement was very rough, and it directly broke two of Steve's fingers.

But Lin Hun didn't pay much attention to this matter.

After all, the other party is already dead.

There are two more fingers and two fewer fingers, it doesn't matter.

"Um?"

After receiving the pistol handed over by the Soul Hand, ~ Lin Hun's expression changed.

The attributes of this gun appeared in his system tray-.

【Sacrifice to the Revolver】

【Star:★☆】

[Attribute: Must Zhongshan, on behalf of-price I]

[Explanation: As long as you pay a sufficient price, this revolver can hit any target. 】

[Currently loaded: 3 One-Life Ammunition, 2 Ten-Life Ammunition, and 1 Hundred-Life Ammunition. 】

[One Life Bullet]

[Attribute: One Person's Complaint 1]

[Explanation: One bullet per person, my transaction is fair. --Weapon division. 】

【Ten Life Bullets】

[Attribute: Hate of Ten 1]

[Explanation: Ten life bullets are enough to knock the ghost back. --Weapon division. 1

【Hundred Life Bullets】

[Attribute: Fury of a Hundred People V]

[Explanation: Use a hundred people to buy a bullet that can kill powerful humans with treacherous powers? You are really crazy. --Weapon division. 1

"These guys wanted my life from the beginning."

Opening the magazine of the sacrificial revolver, Lin Hun poured all the bullets in it into his hands.

Hard, cold, and full of uncomfortable resentment.

The curse scent from these bullets is stronger than the sacrificial revolver.

After the sacrificial revolver fell into Lin Hun's hands, he was just casually taught by the Immortal Grip, and he honestly stopped being a demon.

But with these few bullets, it seemed to have taken gunpowder.

Constantly releasing grievances, a pair of people wishing to be the enemy of the world.

Picking up a one-life bullet, Lin Hun found that on the pale, bone-like bullet, there was a vaguely cruel face floating.

This human face even had consciousness. When Lin Hun looked at it, it suddenly turned its face around and made an expression of angrily snarling.

Unfortunately, its performance made Lin Hun unable to frown.

He just silently took out the grieving scissors and pointed the tip of the scissors at the face.

The expression on this face instantly changed from resentment to flattery.

"It's pretty sensible.

Silently stuffed the bullet back into the magazine, Lin Hun took out the other two one-life bullets.

Do the same to let these two bullets know who is the boss.

Lin Hun took out another ten life bullet.

Different from Yiming Bullets, the souls in Shiming Bullets have lost their human form, and only vague people are left, appearing one after another on the surface of the bullets.

But when they felt Lin Hun's gaze, they turned their resentful gazes like a fate bullet, and their mouths continued to bite at him.

"Um

Seeing the virtue of this bullet, Lin Hun thought for a while and threw the bullet directly into his mouth.

Quack quack quack.

With a crisp sound, Lin Hun felt a cold trickle flowing into his body.

[Your mouth has swallowed ten life bullets and absorbed a special sequence of grievances. Your shadow and your blood have checked this arrangement and felt a sense, indicating that if you come one more, they can crack the construction method of this bullet. 】

The prompt that popped out of his eyes made Lin Hun stunned for a moment.

"Uh, okay."

He also didn't expect that his organs still have this talent.

However, thinking that his own organs can swallow even deceit, and extract the ability of ghost puzzles from it.

There is nothing wrong with copying other tricky technologies.

Pick up another ten-life bullet.

Ignoring that, I found that the same kind was swallowed, and began to cry for mercy.

Lin Hun threw the bullet directly into his mouth.

The sound of giggling meowing sounded.

Lin Hun felt like he was chewing on crunchy bones.

It's a pity that the crispy bones don't have any seasoning, so it's quite tasteless.

The cold trickle appeared again and merged into Lin Hun's body.

[Your mouth has swallowed ten life bullets, and once again absorbed the special resentment sequence, your shadow and blood have completed the re-engraving of this resentment sequence at the same time, and you have the combined organ ability: blood shadow bullet. 】

………For flowers…

An inexplicable inspiration rose from his heart, and Lin Hun instantly understood what the so-called blood shadow bomb was all about.

He raised his hand and bit the skin of his finger.

A drop of mixed jet black shadow turned into blood dripping from the fingers, and turned into a black and red left wheel bullet in mid-air.

This bullet contains not only the supernatural power, but also the power of special organs.

The two merged with each other and produced a special reaction, giving this bullet a more powerful lethality than the ten-life bullet.

"good.

Putting the bullet into the magazine, Lin Hun nodded in satisfaction.

This bullet uses the ghostly ability of the shadow substitute as its shell, and the surging vitality of blood is used as fuel, and its lethality is considerable.

With this ability, he has no need to lack ammunition at all.

certainly.

This ability should not be used excessively.

After all, Lin Hun's own blood is limited, and he also has cursed props such as a rainy night butcher knife that needs to be fed.

You can make about ten bullets a day at most.

No matter how much it is, it will affect your health.

Rubbing his fingers, feeling the wound that has healed.

Lin Hun picked up the last bullet.

Hundred life bullets.

On this bullet, small human phantoms were densely covered.

These human phantoms are painful and desperate, and the only remaining consciousness is to climb up.

It seems that only by climbing to the top of the bullet can they get salvation.

"A small bullet contains the resentment of hundreds of people. Even if I were not prepared, it would not be easy to get such a shot."

Looking at the tiny figure on the bullet, constantly climbing and falling.

Lin Hun's expression was as cold as iron.

He found that compared with China, the governments of other countries are more frantic.

They are competing with humans as materials to do business with the treacherous.

If this kind of thing were to be posted on the Internet during normal times, it would be enough to make the government of this country fall down instantly.

But in this age of cheating.

This kind of thing seems to have become the norm. Dry,

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