People Become Kings In The United States

There was a moment of silence.

The old man said: "Donald, he was originally a support staff member of the National Space Administration and knew a lot of secrets. According to our information, he was bought by another force and revealed a lot of secrets.

"Wesley, destiny is woven, you..."

But the angry Wesley didn't care what the origin of this person was, he just knew this person.

Turn around without hesitation and leave.

The other killers looked at each other and didn't dare to organize, they just watched.

However, before taking a few steps, the footsteps suddenly stopped.

Following Wesley's line of sight, everyone looked towards the door of the textile factory, and at some point, a figure stood upright.

The shadow makes people unable to see the upper half of the face, but it can make people see that this person is not old, just a teenager "450"

But just standing there made all the killers feel heavy pressure.

This made all the killers vigilant.

Even the old man was the same, his slightly muddy gray pupils were wiped with a trace of black, but the other killers didn't see his abnormality.

Kacha~

The killers instantly raised their pistols to the boy.

Under the densely packed gunpoints, the boy didn't feel any fear. On the contrary, the killers didn't know why their hearts were heavy, as if there was a mountain suppressing them in their hearts. In a daze, the boy in front of him was not a person at all, but a crawling ferocious Beast.

At any time, it will burst open its bloodthirsty mouth and devour all life.

Each of the killers here is the top existence in the underground world, and they have never shown such a performance before. They are so nervous that a drop of cold sweat breaks out on their foreheads.

Hell, who the hell is this brat?

To be able to bring such pressure to oneself.

Such thoughts crossed the minds of the killers.

Facing the densely packed muzzles of guns and the eyes of dozens of top killers, the boy was not afraid, and slowly walked forward from the shadows.

Showing that delicate and masculine face.

It was Sanjid impressively.

The boy ignored these killers, and his gaze was on the old man, with a sharp look in his eyes.

Step by step, crisp footsteps echoed in this silent textile factory.

"Son, this is a private factory, you should leave." The old man smiled and said, seemingly very gentle.

It's a pity that Sanjid is no longer the boy he was two months ago.

He doesn't have Bella's powerful perception ability, but after training for a long time, the original perception ability is not weak, and the addition of magic power makes him extremely sensitive to certain dark auras

Sanjid clearly felt the rotten, evil and dark aura in the old man.

Without too much nonsense, Sanjid stretched out his right hand, and a silver cross sword emerged in his hand. Bella taught him this trick of magic.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The boy came in unkindly, the killers saw that the boy summoned a cross sword out of thin air, there was no hesitation, and the muzzle of the gun kept emitting flames.

With the dense gunfire, bullets swept away like a storm.

But Wesley was not included. For some reason, when he saw Sanjid, he felt a great fear in his heart, as if this was not a human being, but a Death God.

Without the slightest hesitation, he directly started the adrenaline burst and left the forefront with all his strength.

In fact, Wesley's hunch was very correct.

In front of these top killers, Sanjid is no different from Death God.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

In his eyes, these dense bullets seemed to be slowed down by a hundred times and a thousand times. Holding the silver cross sword in his right hand, he swung a few times at will, blocking the bullets accurately, even the bullets fired in an arc were also instantaneous.

Make a crisp sound.

bang~

Before the killers were shocked, the boy's figure was slightly blurred, and he rushed over at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

"Ah ah ah."

"Damn~~"

With a shrill scream, Sanjid turned into Death God in the factory and waved the sickle in his hand. Every time the silver light shines, a life is lost.

The killers turn on the adrenaline rush, the bullet time, but it doesn't work at all.

They activated the two abilities to slaughter ordinary people wantonly, but Sanjid's strength, reaction nerves, and speed directly crushed it..

Just less than a few seconds.

Dozens of killers were almost slaughtered.

Sanjid grabbed the forehead of one of the few remaining killers and gently pushed back, and the latter bent back in an arc under the irresistible force.

Then a silver cross sword mercilessly pierced through the killer's chest.

"Run, he's a monster, he's a demon."

Seeing this scene, looking at the lifeless corpses on the ground, and the blood flowing, the three male and female killers completely collapsed.

Fear distorted their faces, and the three lost their will to fight.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and ran towards the outside of the factory.

Whoosh~

Death God's sickle has already been swung, and naturally it will not be retracted. The sound of piercing through the air is transmitted to the ears, and the silver cross sword cuts through the air and pierces the back of a female killer. on the beam.

The female killer spat out a mouthful of blood, her eyes filled with fear and unwillingness to die.

The remaining two killers didn't even dare to turn their heads, and almost squeezed their own potential with all their strength. The burst of adrenaline surpassed the past, but the gap could not be made up at all.

The two of them were less than ten meters away from the door, and before they had a gleam of joy.

The whistling in the ears was like thunder.

Sanjid, like a divine soldier, rushed to the sky above the two of them at 0.5, mixed with the aura of falling meteorites, and slammed into the two of them, and the powerful Shockwave instantly penetrated their bodies.

Like discarded garbage, the textile table on both sides lost its sound after being hit.

From the shooting to the death of dozens of killers, the whole process took no more than ten seconds.

This is the art of killing, the violence, the elegance of swordsmanship, and the splashing of blood, making the battle less than ten seconds full of visual impact.

It hit the heart of Wesley who was hiding aside.

(Ask for a monthly ticket, a monthly ticket, flowers, flowers, thank you guys, how many times do I have to say, the protagonist is impossible to marry, is it normal for such a good heroine to have a crush on someone? Not to mention being rescued in despair, getting along a month, teach a month?).