Golden Summoner

A three-story building on the street collapsed amid the violent explosion of the self-destructing truck. The gangsters were crying and howling.

Xia Pingan continued to move forward amidst the flames and shock waves of the self-destructing truck, without stopping for a moment.

The shock wave and flames of the explosion swept over, and for Xia Pingan, it was like a breeze blowing on his face. The water shield outside his body rippled slightly, and everything was resolved.

"Who is that?"

"Devil?"

At this time, the gangsters finally saw clearly Xia Pingan, who appeared in front of them through the blazing flames of the self-destructing truck and the large crater on the ground, as well as the turret of the close-in defense gun that Xia Pingan held in his hand. A cigar in his mouth, a cold and mocking face.

Many people think they are hallucinating after taking drugs.

Because the turret doesn't look like something a person can carry with one hand.

There are more than a dozen self-destruction trucks on the street more than a hundred meters away, ready to go. Thousands of armed gangsters are behind those self-destruction trucks.

"Kill him..." a gang leader roared, and the gang members finally woke up. They didn't know who Xia Pingan was, but Xia Pingan's gun was pointed at them, so it was very clear whether they were friends or foes. It's obvious.

At this time, those gangsters finally understood how powerful a summoner's water shield spell was. Countless bullets shot at the water shield in front of Xia Pingan, like a goshawk stuck with glue, which only made the water shield lighter. With a slight sway, the bullets fell to the ground, unable to hurt Xia Ping'an at all.

Those gangsters who were closer to the self-destructing trucks but were still smart had already turned around and ran away when they saw Xia Pingan's turret turning towards the self-destructing trucks.

"Garbage..." Xia Ping'an muttered softly, and without any more nonsense, the barrel of the turret in his hand rotated again, and countless bullets poured out, blasting away those self-destructing trucks.

Those self-destruction trucks were all crowded together. This time, Xia Pingan only blew up one, and the others were affected by the exploding self-destruction truck at the same time, and more violent explosions occurred.

Amidst the loud rumbling noise, a ball of fire and black smoke rose from the ground and rushed to a height of 100 meters. An entire small street was instantly turned into ruins. Those gangsters within 100 meters of the self-destructing truck, Either his body was torn into pieces or he was shocked to the point of bleeding from all his orifices. He died instantly and suffered heavy casualties.

No one could have imagined before that the self-destruction truck that was supposed to drive to the defense lines and fortifications of the Chinese community in People's Square exploded in front of their formation before it even drove out.

At this moment, the entire 11th arrondissement and the adjacent 3rd arrondissement, 10th arrondissement and 20th arrondissement, almost half of Paris, felt the tremor coming from here.

The gangsters were already frightened. Many gangsters woke up from the shock of the explosion and immediately turned around and ran away. Looking from the air, the streets that were originally crowded with gangsters were full of people like bereaved dogs and African savannahs. The gangsters turned and fled like migrating antelopes.

People in the Chinese community were stunned. They originally thought that today would be a deadly battle, but they didn't expect that the battle would take a turn at the beginning.

Onward, onward, onward onward…

Xia Ping'an's figure, like an elegant god of death, passed through the black smoke and flames of the explosion in the blink of an eye, and appeared on the street where the gangsters were running wildly. The turret in his hand began to continue "dong dong dong dong dong... ..." roared and fired wildly at those gangsters...

Xia Pingan has no mercy or mercy, because he knows that if these people break through the defense line of the Chinese community tonight, what tragic fate will befall those innocent people in the Chinese community. At this time, eliminating evil means promoting good. , if more garbage dies, kind people can live better and more dignified lives.

The power of the turret in Xia Ping'an's hand is too terrifying. It is a close-range anti-aircraft gun used to deal with armored targets and even incoming missiles. It is conceivable that it is powerful when it hits a human body. It is not an ordinary flesh-and-blood body. resisting.

A bullet from the turret was shot out and hit the flesh and blood of those people, creating a blood hole as big as the mouth of a bowl. If it hit the hands and feet, it would break the hands and feet directly, and the bones would be broken into pieces and the flesh would be separated from the limbs. If four or five people are running in a line, a bullet can pass through the bodies of four or five people at the same time, making a big hole in their bodies and causing them all to fall.

The bullets fired from the turret connected into bright lines of fire in the darkness. The lines of fire were like the scythe of death, harvesting crazily on the street. Where the line of fire pointed, no one could stand within two kilometers. A series of warheads Shooting it through would be like creating a tunnel of flesh and blood on the street.

Xia Ping'an moved forward while shooting, not letting go of any gang member in front of him who could still move...

More than 300 meters away, gangsters on an armored personnel carrier fired at Xia Pingan with the machine gun on the personnel carrier.

Those bullets hit the water shield in front of Xia Pingan. The water shield swayed slightly and the bullets fell on the ground. The turret held by Xia Pingan turned around and faced the armored personnel carrier, drawing a line of fire. past.

The armored personnel carrier didn't hold on for a second. It exploded with a "boom..." and the people in the vehicle were torn apart by bullets and explosions, and exploded.

The clattering brass shells were constantly thrown from the turret in Xia Pingan's hands. Behind Xia Pingan, just like his footprints, leaving a series of golden forward routes, and the front pointed by the turret was Countless torn flesh and mutilated limbs.

There was no human being of flesh and blood on this street that could hold out with the turret's line of fire pointed at it for more than a second, and if so, two seconds.

The turret's ammunition chain is directly connected to the space warehouse, which gives Xia Pingan's turret an almost unlimited output capability.

Three rockets flew towards Xia Pingan.

Xia Pingan held a heavy turret in his hand, but his figure was as nimble as an assassin and a butterfly. He jumped up slightly, his orange windbreaker fluttering in the night wind. He was in the air, and the turret in his hand was facing towards The rocket swept past the place where it was launched, and the huge recoil carried Xia Ping'an flying backward in the air, like a flying kite. At the same time, several escaping modified pickup trucks a few hundred meters away suddenly disappeared. It turned into a fireball and blasted into the sky.

Before the pickup truck fell from the sky, Xia Pingan's feet had already landed firmly on the ground and continued to move forward.

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More than 500 meters away, a gangster sniper fired a bullet towards him, and the bullet was caught in the water shield.

Before the sniper who fired the bullet could put away his gun and change places, tenth of a second later, the turret in Xia Pingan's hand was already pointing at the apartment room where the sniper was hiding.

The next second, countless bullets flew in. The bullets passed through the wall and beat the entire room's walls like a sieve. One wall collapsed directly. The sniper hidden behind the wall was beaten like a hornet's nest and could no longer be recognized. Out of human form.

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Hundreds of gang members ran to a small five-story apartment on the roadside and shot at Xia Pingan.

The turret's line of fire was drawn, and a minute later, the apartment building, which had been pierced by thousands of powerful warheads, was like a piece of cheese riddled with holes, reduced to rubble together with the wreckage inside, and then collapsed.

Amidst the roar of the turret machinery and the high-speed rotation of the gun barrel, only the ghostly cries and howls of the Doomsday Gang and the Jackal Gang in Paris, France were left.

At first, some people dared to fight back against Xia Pingan, but as those who fought back turned into corpses under the turret in the blink of an eye, all the gangsters who were still alive had only one thought in their heads, and that was to run for their lives, drop their weapons and run for their lives!

This is not a battle, but a one-sided massacre. All the gangsters, tonight, have become the moving targets of the terrifying close-range defense artillery on this street in the 11th arrondissement of Paris.

Xia Pingan pushed all the way, sweeping the entire street more than 2,000 meters long with the turret in his hand, from the People's Square to the Iwell Bridge. The gang members and vehicles were swept by the fire line of the turret in Xia Pingan's hand. After passing by, it is difficult to find one that is still intact.

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Standing on the bridge beside the Seine River, Xia Ping'an's eleven barrels of the turret finally stopped rotating, and the buzzing high-speed motor finally stopped. The barrels swept all the way to here. , has become red, like something just taken out of the furnace, with the color and temperature of hell...

Looking at the street in front of me, it was completely silent, with only the river flowing quietly, and there was no eyesore in sight.

The world in front of me is finally... clean!

Move the close-in defense gun to the side from the design opening of the water shield. The red barrel hits the water shield next to it. With a hiss, a large amount of water mist rises from the barrel, and the barrel cools down instantly. .

Xia Pingan put away the close-range anti-cannon, took off the cigar from his mouth, blew out a long puff of white smoke, and then crushed the cigarette butt.

From the beginning to now, just after smoking this cigar, the street has been completely wiped out. Behind him, the broken bodies and broken arms of gangsters covered the entire street. There was blood on both sides of the street, and only The middle one is a golden channel where bullet shells are thrown down.

The battle is not over yet. Several important figures have already run away, seeing that the situation is not going well.

Xia Pingan turned his head and glanced in one direction. The next second, Xia Pingan's figure disappeared from the bridge.

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It was only after the gunfire stopped completely that the Chinese community escorts left the fortifications and came to the street where Xia Ping'an had just fought fiercely with the Doomsday Gang and the Jackal Gang.

A flare was shot into the sky. Under the cold white light of the flare, all the Chinese standing at the end of People's Square Street took a breath of air-conditioning.

It was no longer a street, but a flesh-and-blood passage leading to hell. In the middle of the flesh-and-blood passage leading to hell, countless yellow-orange bullet casings shone in the darkness against the pool of blood and stumps on both sides of the street. Extraordinarily vivid, with some kind of sacred but unspeakable meaning, scattered all the way, never cut off, like the footprints of the gods, extending from the People's Square into the darkness in the distance, making people feel trembling and have the urge to kneel down. …