I feed on gods

Chapter 759 Slave Owner

This monster with bat wings that is good at sneak attacks is called a gargoyle and has very strong defense.

If you use an AK47 to attack, you can finish a magazine and hit all of them, but you won't be able to kill one of them. However, Lin Baici's lamb hunting rifle is very powerful and will kill him half to death with just one bullet.

squeak! squeak!

The gargoyle screamed and struggled to get up.

Lin Baici did not finish the attack because another gargoyle hiding in the branches and leaves nearby flew down.

Extremely fast.

Lin Baici raised the muzzle of his gun and activated the shotgun's special effects.

Heartbreaking iron rain!

boom!

The gargoyles that swooped down like bombers were directly blasted into a ball of meat by the bullets, with less than one-fifth of the body left, falling down like a torn sack.

boom!

Wow! Wow!

The meat sauce fell down and smeared on the ground.

Lin Baici loaded the gun.

"These zombies are endless. I don't think I can escape, so why not kill them all in one go!"

Huang Cheng was annoyed and wanted to solve the problem once and for all.

"It's also a good idea to kill them before their physical energy is exhausted!"

Zhong Shuman agreed.

"Kill...kill them all!"

Wu Shitong really couldn't run anymore, and now he fell again and his whole body hurt, so he eagerly hoped that Lin Baici and his party would stay and fight.

"Don't make any noise, listen to Lin Shen!"

No matter what choice he made, Old Man Luo didn't care, because he had no worries about protecting himself, so at this time, he still wanted to flatter Lin Baici.

"Then kill..."

Lin Baici paused before he finished speaking, because the zombies that were rushing towards him were like robots that had lost their power, and they were all frozen in place.

"what's the situation?"

Li Yintong turned the butterfly knife: "Could it be that they know we are going to go all out, so they are afraid?"

"Can you think less?"

Old Man Luo was speechless: "The rightful master is here!"

It was obvious that these zombies were being controlled by someone, and the real owner was planning to appear, so they were stopped temporarily.

Everyone immediately concentrated and alerted the surroundings.

Lin Baici's ears twitched and he turned his head to look to the right.

In the white morning mist, there was the sound of cowhide boots stepping on the green grass.

"You found me so soon?"

A rough voice of praise came: "Yellow-skinned monkey, your perception is good!"

Lin Baici's impression of this guy was instantly bad.

Uh-huh!

Everyone looked over.

Wu Shitong panicked and crawled back using his hands and feet, because the man was coming towards him.

Before Wu Shitong could climb a few steps, with a hiss, a golden leather whip shot out from the morning mist with a sound of breaking wind, and struck Wu Shitong hard on his back.

pia!

"ah!"

Wu Shitong screamed, curled up in a ball in pain, and rolled on the ground.

Soon, a man came out.

High nose bridge, blue eyes, typical Caucasian.

He was about twenty-seven or eight years old, tall and powerful. He wore an Air Force flight jacket on his upper body, yellow jeans on his lower body, and a pair of high riding boots on his feet.

There are spurs on the back of the boots. When walking, the spurs spin.

"Hey, yellow-skinned monkeys, hello!"

White man says hello.

He wore a red triangle scarf around his neck, a cowboy hat on his head, a bullet belt on his waist, and a holster on the left side with a revolver.

Coupled with the leather whip in his hand, this image is that of the most typical western cowboy in America. He has his own large ranch, raises cattle and sheep, and likes to drive a pickup truck.

This is not a greeting, it is purely humiliating.

Zhong Shuman and Li Yintong wanted to scold him back, but since the other party could contaminate the rules on such a scale, they were unsure of the other party's strength and did not dare to speak nonsense.

Lin Baici didn't care about this: "White Pig, good morning!"

"Spray him, spray him to death!"

Li Yintong cheers.

"Haha, I still like people like you who can resist!"

The fair-skinned man smiled, his tone and cheeks filled with a sense of superiority: "Because the more you resist, the more miserable you look when you are stepped down, the more pleasure I get when I see it!"

"You're such a deadbeat, you talk like you're going to win!"

Li Yintong said disdainfully: "Do you know who this is?"

"It's no use to anyone!"

The white-skinned man looked at Lin Baici: "I see that you are very strong!"

"How about it? Do you want to be my slave?"

The white-skinned man rolled up the whip. It was about three or four meters long.

"Lin Shen, can you bear it when he says such things? Fuck him!"

Old Man Luo fanned the flames.

"You should be lucky. Because you are very strong, that's why I came out to see you and give you a chance. If it were these people..."

The white-skinned man pointed his whip at Zhong Shuman and the others: "I just fed them to my little pets!"

The little pets in this white-skinned man's mouth refer to zombies, ghouls, and those scarecrows.

Wu Shitong endured the pain, stopped screaming, and climbed behind the big tree nearby.

The white-skinned man waved his riding crop.

pia!

"ah!"

Wu Shitong twitched in pain.

"Let me see what this is? An old, smelly rat!"

The white-skinned man ridiculed: "We're all going to die anyway, so why bother struggling?"

"I...I am Wu Shitong, the richest man in Haijing. Can you let me go?"

Wu Shitong begged for mercy: "If you let me go, you will gain more than killing me!"

"Wow, the richest man?"

The white-skinned man was surprised: "What a big fish!"

"No matter what, we can talk!"

Wu Shitong thought he had a chance. He wanted to stand up and show some of the richest man's style so that people would not look down on him. But as soon as he stood up, the white-skinned man whipped him with a whip.

Snap!

Wu Shitong's face was hit, and his mouth was broken. Blood and broken teeth spit out.

"Did I allow you to stand up?"

The white-skinned man shouted coldly: "Kneel down!"

Wu Shitong was a person after all. He had self-esteem and didn't want to kneel, but the pain in his body made him afraid to stand, so he fell to the ground very simply.

"Ha!"

The white-skinned man sneered and flicked the whip.

Swish!

The whip wrapped around Wu Shitong's arm, and then as the white-skinned man pulled hard, Wu Shitong was thrown out and rolled all the way.

Snap!

The white-skinned man snapped his fingers, and the zombies that were standing still immediately roared and pounced on Wu Shitong.

"Don't kill me!"

"No!"

"Save me!"

"Nephew Lin!"

Wu Shitong screamed miserably as the zombies bit him.

"Is it fun to torture people?"

Lin Baici didn't save Wu Shitong, because even if he saved him now, he would still die if he and the white man fought and no one helped him.

"It's boring to torture people!"

The white man shook his head: "But torturing the yellow monkey is fun!"

"You don't think you're going to win, do you?"

Li Yintong sneered.

"Haha, please allow me to introduce myself!"

The white man laughed and looked at the girl as if he was looking at a frog in a well.

"What's your relationship with the slave owner Dustin Hoffman?"

Old man Luo suddenly spoke.

"Hmm?"

The white-skinned man was slightly startled: "You actually know my father?"

"Hiss!"

Newcomers like Lin Baici don't know the slave owner, but old man Luo, Zhong Shuman, and even Li Yintong, after hearing the white-skinned man admit that he is the son of the slave owner, they all took a breath and showed fear on their faces.

I'll kill you!

How did I meet such a big guy?

"I'm Dustin Pitt, a cowboy who likes to herd!"

The white-skinned man grinned, revealing a big white tooth: "But I don't herd cattle and sheep, but people!"

It must be said that this sentence, coupled with Wu Shitong who was being bitten by zombies and screaming, is still very oppressive.

[In front of the king at the top of the food chain, he dares to be so arrogant, he must be killed and fed to the dogs! ]

"Is this guy's father very powerful?"

Lin Baici asked. "More than powerful!" Old Man Luo spoke with a tremor in his voice: "There are several giants in North America who are said to be strong enough to kill gods!" "For example, Shakira, the great shaman of the Yellowstone Group, Musk, the boss of Silicon Valley, and Newton, the god of gravity, all of them have founded their own god hunter teams and are well-known in the circle!" "These people are very famous and powerful, and their style of doing things is also neutral and lawful. As long as there is no conflict of interest, you don't mess with me, and I almost won't mess with you!" "But there is one giant who is an exception!" Old Man Luo swallowed his saliva. "Is it this guy's father?" Huang Cheng was curious. "Yes, you can tell by his nickname, the slave owner!" Zhong Shuman was terrified when he mentioned this person: "Whatever he likes, he must get it. He believes in the law of the jungle and has no sense of morality or guilt!" "Some people are unhappy with him, but those who are unhappy with him have become his slaves and have been enslaved and tortured to death by him!" To put it simply, he is strong and bad! You don't like him, but you can't do anything about him! "On the same level as Shakira?"

Lin Baici knew the level of the Great Shaman and wanted to make an analogy.

"Should be stronger than Shakira?"

Zhong Shuman didn't know, after all, they had no chance or qualification to contact such a big man.

If others heard someone say that their father was a bad guy, they would definitely be furious, but Dustin Pete didn't, instead he smiled proudly.

"How about it? Now that you know my father's reputation, do you want to be my slave?"

Pitt asked.

"Your father is your father, and you are you!"

Lin Baici looked at the white man: "Besides, you actually want my lamb shotgun, right?"

Lin Baici noticed that the other party had been sneaking glances at his shotgun since he appeared.

It's not surprising, because firearms are so rare in the god hunter circle.

"Yes, you should be worried that you can't beat Brother Lin, so you came up with this idea!"

Li Yintong nodded.

If Lin Baici was afraid of the dignity of the slave owner and agreed to this Pete, he would probably be killed the moment he turned around.

"Lin Shen, be careful. From now on, don't answer randomly. This Pete must have a control-type divine grace."

Zhong Shuman reminded.

Some divine graces are activated in a very strange way, making it hard to guard against.

Since Hoffman can get the name of a slave owner, he is obviously quite capable.

"So it's called a lamb shotgun?"

Pitt smacked his lips: "Lamb to be slaughtered?"

"This name is not very auspicious!"

For these Westerners, sheep sometimes represent bad meanings.

For example, demons.

On Wu Shitong's side, the screams gradually subsided, but no one cared. Now, Old Man Luo and the others were facing a formidable enemy, trying hard to think of how to avoid conflicts.

"It's not all because of your shotgun!"

Pete explained: "I like to collect a few local slaves wherever I go!"

"You are so handsome and so strong. It would be very honorable to take you with me as a slave!"

Just like in the past, whose slaves were good, the slave owner of that family would have face: "Of course, if you perform well, you can be promoted to a deacon!"

"Following me will have a better future than living in a shabby place like Kyushu!"

"By the way, you are still very young, I can exploit you for many years, haha!"

Peter had no intention of coming out at first. This rule pollution was created by him using his father's sacred object. It was very terrifying and could kill anyone.

But while drinking and watching these people flee on the TV, he heard gunshots and then saw Lin Baici's shotgun.

This made him full of possessiveness at once.

Pete also has a revolver on his belt, but that thing can't fire, and it has other divine effects.

In addition, Lin Baici performed outstandingly, so Peter wanted to conquer him.

"As a cowboy, you must have a shotgun. Don't you think it's tailor-made for me?"

Peter laughed: "Thank God for your guidance, allowing me to come to this place in Jiuzhou and meet you!"

"Amen!"

"Fight into the street!"

Li Yintong was angry: "Brother Lin, fuck him!"

"Damn it, can you please stop causing trouble? Can you beat the slave owner's son?"

Old man Luo stopped the fight.

"I can't beat him, but Brother Lin can!"

Li Yintong was unhappy: "Hey, Baipizhu, let me tell you, this is the newly promoted Jiuzhou Longyi Lin Baici. Your dad is here and you don't even dare to talk to him like this!"

"ah?"

Peter was stunned: "Kyushu Dragon Wings?"

There was obvious disbelief on Peter's face, because Lin Baici was too young.

"Don't you usually go to the Origin Forum?"

Li Yintong asked back.

"I'll do it, but I never pay attention to the news about you yellow-skinned monkeys!"

In Pete's mind, Europe and North America are the mainstream world, while East Asia is a dirty trash can that makes it look dirty even at a glance.

The sense of superiority is full of yes.

"So you know now?"

Li Yintong glared at Peter fiercely: "Are you afraid?"

"Sister, can you please stop saying a few words?"

Old Man Luo wanted to cover Tai Mei's mouth: "I don't think Lin Baici is as tough as you!"