Stop In The Deep Sea

Just when everyone was confused, the figure in the crowd suddenly fired again.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

Densely packed bullets exploded under his feet, causing a reaction force that pushed him directly into the sky.

Seeing this scene, everyone present exclaimed: Newton's coffin board can no longer hold it!

Is it a joke to rely on the reaction force of a bullet hitting the ground to launch yourself into the sky?

The sound of gunfire dissipated, and the figure landed steadily on the ground amidst the billowing smoke.

Everyone finally saw what he was wearing: a cowboy hat and a red face-covering scarf, a brown leather coat with a wandering air, and the lace-up boots were very old and seemed to tell the owner of his rich experience. and stories.

In his hands, he held two pistols.

The smoke keeps changing shapes around the barrel, making the night even more blurry.

However, these two pistols are very unusual. They have colorful surfaces and flashing neon lights. They are very different from the common guns that are made into dark colors for better concealment.

The elastic mithril shouted in front and behind, as if giving fresh vitality to these two pistols.

Cheng Ye stopped and asked coldly: "Are you a mimic?"

It can be seen from the bullet made of elastic mithril just now that the opponent is definitely not of the ancient martial arts lineage.

"Huh~"

The man gently blew away the smoke in front of him and turned around to face everyone.

"If you don't change your name when you're walking, if you don't change your surname when you're sitting, it's Wang Xing who is the first."

His face was completely covered by a red scarf, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

Wang Xin had never heard of this family name, so he just frowned slightly, not understanding why the other party wanted to help him.

But there was an explosion among the crowd on the side.

"Holy crap! It turns out he is Wang Xingxian!" a mimic exclaimed.

Someone behind him answered: "Among all the people who have undergone bullet silver transplantation surgery, there are not many mimics who can transform into guns. I should have guessed it just now."

"Unexpectedly, three sequence mimics gathered here! Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night!"

...

It can be seen from the chatter that this person has become very famous recently and must have caused quite a stir in the mimicry circle.

Jing Le put the cross on his shoulders and said with a smile: "It turns out that the leader of the Alliance recruited him many times and failed to obtain the [Doomed Gun Mark]. Why, do you want to be the enemy of our Mimic Alliance?"

"Hahahahaha..."

Wang Xingxian looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, as if he had heard a very interesting joke: "So what if we are enemies with you? It's just a mimicry alliance, do you really think you are already the master of this deep-sea base?"

He does have arrogance.

Because he is the one who awakened the 36th sequence mimicry [The Mark of Misfortune]!

You must know that the ranks of Sequence Mimics are completely based on the ability of elastic mithril.

Although the strength displayed in the end is also related to the strength of the awakened person, judging from the performance of most people, it actually has little impact.

Even if he is as powerful as Quan Henan and has an extraordinary mimicry like [Fighting Angel], he is only ranked 42nd.

Cheng Ye and Jing Le, who were present, were still in the back row, ranked 48th in [Aloof Nightmare] and 61st in [Extremely Heavy Domain] respectively.

It is conceivable that [Doom Spear Mark] can be ranked 36th, and its strength is definitely the top of the mountain that most people look up to and cannot overcome.

Cheng Ye's expression was very ugly. Although Wang Xingxian's tone was very ugly, he did not refute and abnormally put away his usual unruliness.

Today, he could have enjoyed the long-awaited killing feast, but Cheng Yaojin appeared halfway and ruined his plan.

Jing Le was right. The alliance leader had indeed extended an olive branch to Wang Xingxian many times, but this man seemed not interested in power and declined for various reasons.

So to this day, he is still neutral and has never joined any organization.

"You have such a strong tone!" Jing Le is a newbie and has not experienced a life-and-death battle, so he will naturally not be afraid. "So, you have decided to stand on the opposite side of us."

Wang Xing did not comment at first, but his open hands and playful expression already expressed his thoughts.

"In that case, let's fight. The serial number can only indicate your extraordinary talent. Let's see who is more powerful, your twin guns of doom, or my silver bullet cross!"

After that, Jing Le pressed the back of his neck, and his form changed again.

Countless tiny elastic mithrils burst out from the crook of the elbow and rushed towards the palm, completely covering the cross in the blink of an eye.

The trendy blue electronic core replaced the original black metal grip, making this weapon more sci-fi, as if it came from the future.

She kicked the ground with her right foot, used a different fighting technique than before, and ran towards Wang Xingxian.

Wang Xin was sweating in his heart. Does this girl have Hermione's time turner?

Otherwise, how could he master so many tyrannical killing methods at such a young age?

Since her appearance, she has used four completely different combat skills. If there is no time turner, it can only be said that her talent in this area is too terrifying.

"Then-"

"Try it!"

Wang Xingxian just smiled slightly, then gunfire rang out, and he and Jing Le fought together.

It’s no accident that [The Mark of Misfortune] is ranked at the forefront.

The elastic mithril at the back of the neck kept rolling toward his arms, and the two pistols kept firing bullets, as if the magazines would never run out.

The "bang bang" gunshots were connected in a line. It was hard to imagine the power of the pistol.

Elegance and uninhibitedness have become synonymous with Wang Xingxian. Under his mysterious movement, bullets bloom like flowers.

Wang Xin looked at the fight between the two and felt a little guilty for involving the stranger. This was not his intention.

"Thank you, my family."

Although I don’t know why the other person helped me, I still have to express my due gratitude.

In these extraordinary times, as we are on the opposite side of the Mimetic Alliance, the weight of this gift is not ordinary.

"Don't think too much," Wang Xingxian turned around and said, "I just can't stand the Mimic Alliance's style of bullying the minority."

Apart from fighting, he can also communicate with Wang Xin while distracted, which shows his strength.

Cheng Ye secretly thought that Jing Le was a fool. After this battle, the alliance might have established a powerful enemy for no reason.

That's all, since we've already fought, let's not think about it anymore.

He turned to look at Wang Xin, the ferocity in his eyes soaring to the extreme.

"Now, you only belong to me." Cheng Ye said to himself softly.

He wanted to release all the anger and hatred in his heart onto Wang Xin!