Super Comic System

clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter!

The sound of hurried footsteps broke the tranquility, and Xiao Zimo also woke up at this moment, and couldn't help shaking his head.

Xiao Zimo, you have a girlfriend, so don't betray Tang Chuxue.

But Yan Mo's face was red, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Don't move!" Immediately afterwards, dark wounds pointed at Xiao Zimo and Yan Mo.

"Zimo, I'm afraid..." After speaking, Yan Mo lay in Xiao Zimo's arms, his body trembling slightly.

"I was going to look for you? I didn't expect you to come to the door by yourself. It's very good..." After finishing speaking, a bloodthirsty smile gradually appeared on Xiao Zimo's face, ferocious and terrifying, which made everyone present A dozen or so burly men couldn't help feeling numbness in their backs.

"Hmph! You're still stubborn when you're about to die. Just beat him to death. Don't leave him alive." The burly man with a scar on his face snorted coldly.

Click!

More than a dozen guns pulled the safety at the same time, Xiao Zimo believed that if they shot at the same time, Yan Mo would never survive, and he might be directly beaten into a hornet's nest, and he himself is a devil fruit capable person, so there is no need to worry at all.

But at this moment, the smile on Xiao Zimo's face did not fade at all, and the dozen or so big men present couldn't help feeling a sense of fear in their hearts.

Could it be...does he have any backhand left?

This thought arose in the hearts of more than a dozen strong men at the same time, but they just couldn't figure out how Xiao Zimo, who was already a turtle in the urn, could still have a backup?

"shot!"

"Parasitic threads..." Xiao Zimo smiled, and transparent silk threads appeared on his fingers, directly hanging on the hands of the dozen or so burly men.

"Ah... my hand... why can't I move my hand!" one of the big men gritted his teeth and said in horror.

"I...me too!"

"I...I feel like my body isn't my body anymore!"

"****! Move!"

"Ah... how could it be impossible to move!"

The dozen or so strong men were all motionless, gritting their teeth and shaking their bodies, but they just remained motionless.

"You... What kind of magic did you use!" The burly man with a scar on his face looked at Xiao Zimo and said in horror.

"Give you two choices, say... or die..." Xiao Zimo said calmly, looking at the dozen or so strong men in front of him.

"Do you think we might say it? A joke!" The burly man looked at Xiao Zimo and laughed teasingly.

boom!

Gunshots rang out without warning.

A burly man next to him fell down without warning, and there was still a trace of disbelief on his face, because he didn't know why he was shot and killed by his teammates until he died.

"No! It's not me! It's not me! It's not me! I didn't shoot it! It wasn't me! It was my own hand, it wasn't my intention, it wasn't me!" The burly man who fired the gun said with a look of fear. shook his head.

"It's...it's you!" The burly man with a scar on his face looked at Xiao Zimo angrily and said.

"Say it or not..." Xiao Zimo tried his best to make Yan Mo lay in his arms, preventing her from seeing such a bloody scene.

"Hmph! Do you think we might say it? Impossible!" The burly man with a scar on his face snorted coldly.

boom!

Another shot rang out.

Beside him, another burly man fell down without warning.

"You..." The burly man with the scar widened his eyes and looked at Xiao Zimo angrily.

"Say it or not..." Xiao Zimo said calmly.

"Don't say it!" the burly man with the scar said through gritted teeth.

boom!

Another shot rang out.

Another burly man fell down.

The faces of the remaining eight or nine burly men all showed expressions of extreme fear.

demon!

Absolutely a demon!

A technique that only demons can do!

The hearts of many big men were gradually shrouded in fear.

"Everyone, don't panic. It's just Huaxia's evil art. Don't worry. Ordinary evil arts have a time limit. Don't be afraid!" the big man with the scar yelled.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

Five gunshots rang out in a row, and there were only a few people left, and five of them fell down in an instant. Now there are only four people left in front of Xiao Zimo.

"Are there four more people? Why...don't you plan to tell?" Xiao Zimo said lightly.

"You... who the hell are you! Who the hell are you!" the burly man with a scar looked at Xiao Zimo in fear and said.

He is scared now, really scared, Xiao Zimo is simply a demon, a demon who kills without blinking an eye.

"Boss! Hurry up! I can't hold on any longer!" One of the burly men cried.

"That's right! Boss! Please speak up quickly! The lives of our brothers are in your hands!" Another burly man shouted while looking at the burly man with the scar in tears.

"I...I...I said!" The burly man with the scar gritted his teeth and said angrily at Xiao Zimo.

"You don't have to look at me like this. If you want to blame it, blame you for staring at me, and you should never have shot her with a gun!" Saying this, Xiao Zimo looked at him lying motionless on top of him. Yan Mo said.

"You..." When Xiao Zimo said this to the burly man with the scar, he also became angry for a while. After all, they were the ones who made the move first, and they were all to blame.

"Okay, tell me! Who sent you here?" Xiao Zimo said lightly.

"Yes... our Patriarch Arnold sent us to kill you..." the burly man with the scar said coldly.

"Arnold? Who is it?" Xiao Zimo couldn't help being stunned for a while.

"Arnold, Punk Arnold, that is the father of the dead Punk Coelho and Punk Blissey, the patriarch of our punk family, Lord Punk Arnold!" The big man with a scar looked at Xiao Zimo and said word by word. .

"Punk Coelho...Punk Blisser..." Xiao Zimo murmured, and the two brothers who cheated Yun Fengchen with Lai Jinliang in Paramount at that time also came to mind. When they beat William Sanders, they were killed inexplicably.

"You... didn't investigate and came here to kill me? Don't you know that I didn't kill those two people?" Xiao Zimo said, looking at the big man with the scar. His eyes were as sharp as a knife, and the scarred man felt a burst of fear in his heart.

"Yes...it was requested by our Patriarch, to... want you to be buried with our young master..."