Soul Painter

boom! bang bang bang!

The bullet hit the out-of-control angel's huge muscle with blue veins at close range, but it bounced off with only a shallow white mark. The out-of-control angel's body is so strong that it needs armor-piercing bullets to leave blood holes on his body. Ordinary firearms are completely useless. .

The out-of-control angel grabbed a security guard who was close at hand. He has been upgraded from a human to a servant, but his mind has been reduced to a demon. He can crush the target's head without using walls or other tools.

What is the experience of being grabbed by a three-meter-tall giant with one hand? Just look at the crazily shaking legs of this battle-hardened security guard, and the suit pants that are wet with urine.

Snapped!

The sound of a watermelon bursting.

The out-of-control angel seemed to crush a watermelon with one hand.

Huh~huh~

The out-of-control angel let out a cry of comfort.

The other two security personnel backed away in horror, and the out-of-control angel looked at them again. This corridor is relatively narrow. After all, it is an underground space, and there is no room for escape. Double kill.

And just as the out-of-control angel was about to do this, when the two security personnel were shooting desperately, suddenly, the out-of-control angel's movements slowed down, so that they all stopped.

This big man wearing a black iron mask hangs his hands hanging there, like a Shrek monster imprisoned by an invisible force.

snore?

The out-of-control angel grunted in confusion. In his mysterious vision, he could see strange silk threads hanging from the ceiling, hanging his arms there, unable to move.

...

"Sorry, let's just pretend the inauguration ceremony is over."

Lu Tiaoyang put the red wine glass in his hand on the Bible in the hand of the vice president.

This action displeased the gentleman who was about to complete the ceremony and was about to be promoted from vice president to president, but the Minister of Defense is an old friend of Lu Tiaoyang, and he immediately realized that Lu Tiaoyang would not do this for no reason, there must be something terrible happened.

"The death row is here." Lu Tiaoyang's ritual appeared like magic in his hands: the square octahedron, this wonderful stone makes people unable to take their eyes off, and its various slopes exist in forms that humans cannot understand.

Now, the shadow of the three-meter giant man wearing a black mask is reflected on one of the slopes, which is a nightmare for everyone present. It was more than six hours ago, in the presidential residence, this man named " Death Row' terrorists beat Mr. President in half with bare hands.

"Thank you from the beautiful country, Lu." The Minister of Defense began to drag the President towards the elevator.

But Lu Tiaoyang sighed: "Collect people's money and eliminate disasters... I am so old and I have to fight the devil..."

bang bang bang!

Heavy footsteps came from the corridor, and the out-of-control angel rushed towards Lu Tiaoyang with hands full of blood. The two sides were once considered comrades-in-arms, but now they are now enemies of life and death.

"But you... can you be called a devil? Old friend, you are just a pathetic servant..."

Following Lu Tiaoyang's words, the installation master in the eyes of the out-of-control angels had disappeared into a thick black mist, which boiled and peeled off, and then dozens of mirrors emerged, each of which reflected him. That black iron face.

Snoring...?

The out-of-control angel expressed doubts.

In the next instant, all the mirrors were shattered, and all the scars were fed back to the out-of-control angel. On the tough body that even the armor-piercing bullets barely penetrated, there appeared terrible wounds with deep bone visible, and blood sprayed out. Such as the out-of-control angel with countless small fountains on his body.

snore!

The out-of-control angel let out a painful roar, and he punched violently towards a place in the thick fog according to the guidance of his instinct.

boom!

Lu Tiaoyang was hit, he crossed his arms to block, and even blocked it, but the whole person slid back several meters. The extraordinary strength came from the gift of the elk cat, which was equivalent to permanently solidifying a large body. A dose of the 'Blessing of the Rift Cat' Command Spell.

But the terrifying power of the Angel of Power still made Lu Tiaoyang vomit a mouthful of blood.

Pooh! Lu Tiaoyang spat on the ground, stretched out a large pocket knife from his back waist, and silently said, "I know that the world is the most beautiful in the slightest", a blue flame burst out from the pocket knife, If the carving knife AB of Gao Fan and Lu Zhi is the son, then this large folding knife is the father.

"Come on, old friend, let me send you back to the mystery."

Lu Tiaoyang rushed towards the out-of-control angel.

...

ten minutes later.

The out-of-control angel, bruised and bruised, knelt on the ground.

Lu Tiaoyang stood behind him.

The large jackknife is more than on the angel's thick, almost non-existent neck.

"goodbye……"

Just when Lu Tiaoyang was about to decapitate the out-of-control angel, his hands suddenly became empty, and the out-of-control angel just disappeared.

...

In a dark alley in Brooklyn.

A drug addict lying here waiting to die was awakened by the excruciating pain. He stared in horror at his swollen belly like a balloon, then screamed, and when he came down again, he exploded.

The out-of-control angel, who was bloody all over but intact like a newborn baby, stood up.

He glanced at the sky.

Perceive the position of the pillar.

Then he received information about his next move and started running in the opposite direction of the pillar.

...

The blond nurse Jessica met Gao Fan in a coffee shop.

Gao Fan showed Jessica the 'tear' in his hand.

"This should be the reason why the Angel of Power has been chasing me." Gao Fan said, "Or you can use this to set up a trap."

It's not the first time Jessica has seen this tear, but her judgment is still the same now.

"No, I don't see any mystery in it that can be used to locate it." Jessica shook her head and added, "If there is, I can't see it."

"Why did the power angel keep chasing me? Is there a telepathy between me and Qinfan?" Gao Fan asked.

Of course it is impossible. It is impossible for a pro-fan to use his heart and soul to locate Gao Fan without Gao Fan's awareness. After all, Gao Fan's mysticism is as high as 45 points, which is a level of mystery that can communicate with higher races.

"Perhaps, this tear plus you may be a complete coordinate." Jessica guessed.

"That makes sense..." Gao Fan felt that this statement should also be correct.

At this moment, Jessica was suddenly listening to something.

"The installation master called and said that the 'angel' had attacked Mr. Vice President, but he was fine." Jessica said to Gao Fan.

At this time, the news began to broadcast on the TV in the coffee shop.

A man who didn't have much sense of existence in the hearts of most beautiful Chinese people has officially become the new president of this country.

"...We will officially declare war on the Siam-Russian Federation!"

Listening to this sentence from the TV, the coffee shop was silent for a while, and then cheers erupted. The chaotic New York and the out-of-control life have made everyone fed up. They need to vent and take revenge.

The war is really coming... Gao Fan realizes that he has witnessed history, but of course this does not make people feel honored.