The Big Devil in the American Comics World

Ding-dong.

The last shell thrown out by the Glock 17 bounced twice on the ground and stopped.

The warehouse also fell into a dead silence.

Li Xingzhou threw away the Glock 17 he had seized, opened the magazine of his own Colt Python, and loaded bullets into it one by one.

His movements were calm and slow, and even a little arrogant - the members of the Blood Hand Gang were not all dead yet, and the Blood Hand Gang leader sitting on the broken sofa and the enchanting black-skinned woman on him were not dead yet.

Just as he was loading the bullets.

The black-skinned woman, who was shocked by his amazing shooting skills, suddenly had a fierce look in her eyes, and suddenly reached out to drag out an M11 submachine gun from the corner of the sofa.

Unfortunately, before she could point the muzzle of the gun at Li Xingzhou, Li Xingzhou, who had just loaded three bullets, had already closed the magazine with a snap, and fired.

Bang!

The gunshot rang out.

The bullet entered the dark-skinned woman's forehead, blowing off a piece of her head, and the blood splattered all over Badman's head and face.

What was a little unexpected to Li Xingzhou was that Badman showed no fear, and only anger in his eyes.

He bit the cigar tightly and took a deep puff, then blew out smoke from his nostrils, threw the dead woman on the ground, stared at Li Xingzhou with bloodshot eyes, and growled viciously:

"You are not an ordinary person! Ordinary people can't shoot so fast, and they can't shoot so accurately! You are a superhuman!"

"So?"

Li Xingzhou looked at Badman curiously:

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid?"

Badman sneered, spit out the cigar, slowly stood up, tore off his vest, revealing his strong muscles like steel blocks:

"You think I'm afraid of a mere superhuman? Have you ever thought about how I, an outsider, could conquer a piece of land in such a chaotic place as the black neighborhood in Queens in less than a year? Boy, you haven't seen the real horror yet... Today, Grandpa Badman will open your eyes!"

He suddenly let out a wolf-like roar.

As he roared, coarse black hair quickly emerged from his pores, and his body began to expand rapidly. His mouth protruded forward, his ears grew rapidly, and then his shoes, socks, and pants were torn apart by his rapidly expanding claws. Within seconds, Badman turned into a black-haired werewolf with a height of more than two meters and three meters and ferocious fangs!

"Werewolf?"

Li Xingzhou frowned slightly, then stretched his brows and whispered:

"Well, I expected that this world would be full of demons..."

Before he finished speaking, Badman's huge claws had already kicked the ground fiercely, and he flew towards Li Xingzhou like an arrow from a string. At the same time, he swung down his huge claws, and the five black nails like claws and daggers grabbed Li Xingzhou's head:

"I will tear you apart, devour you, and eat you until there is not a bone left!"

Li Xingzhou remained calm, and lightly tapped his toes. His figure was like flying catkins, flying away, and while keeping a distance from the werewolf, he calmly raised his gun and fired.

Bang bang!

Two gunshots, the last two bullets in the magazine, accurately hit the werewolf's eyes, bursting out a ball of dirty blood.

Unfortunately, the bullets were just ordinary bullets. Even if both bullets passed through the eye sockets and penetrated the skull, the werewolf just tilted his head back suddenly, let out a painful and angry roar, and then continued to pounce on Li Xingzhou as if nothing had happened.

Shooting the eyes out is meaningless. The werewolf will not lose its target because of temporary loss of vision. Its keen sense of smell allows it to easily lock on to Li Xingzhou's position.

Li Xingzhou shook his head and did not try to wrestle with the werewolf head-on - he devoured Jason's power with "Heavenly Demon Flesh Erosion", and after strengthening his body, his strength increased greatly, but it still belonged to the category of mortals.

In a competition of strength, even with the quick-made true qi, I am afraid that he is not the opponent of this werewolf who is more than two meters and three meters tall, with arms thicker than his thighs, and claws that can tear the concrete floor when kicking the ground.

He just urged his true qi, performed Qinggong, and stepped on mysterious steps, as if dancing on the tip of a knife, calmly and gracefully dodging the wolf's mad dog attacks again and again.

The wolf roared continuously, sometimes attacking with two claws, sometimes biting with his mouth, and sometimes crouching down with four claws on the ground to savagely collide, but every time he clawed, bit, and collided, he brushed the corner of Li Xingzhou's clothes, and every time it seemed that he was just a little bit away from hitting, but it was always a little bit away.

A minute later, the werewolf finally forced Li Xingzhou to the corner of the wall, and swung his claws with all his strength, but Li Xingzhou actually jumped up on the spot, soared into the air, and flew nearly four meters high, flying over the werewolf's head and returning to the open space.

The wolf's claws grabbed the wall, and the sparks flew off the wall, and the smoke and dust splashed, leaving several deep claw marks.

But no matter how powerful the claw attack was, it would be useless if it didn't hit.

The werewolf became more and more angry, and suddenly turned around and pounced on Li Xingzhou again, drooling and growling:

"Aren't you a superhuman? Why don't you dare to fight me? Can you only jump around like a monkey?"

Li Xingzhou ignored its ridicule, just dodged calmly while reloading and shooting, either hitting the head, or hitting the eyes, or hitting the throat.

However, the attack of ordinary pistol bullets is like scraping for the werewolf.

Even if the eyes, temples, throat, mouth and nose are shot, the werewolf will not be killed at all.

So in addition to shooting, Li Xingzhou will avoid the werewolf's attack and collision, go around the back of the werewolf, and slap the werewolf on the back.

The muscles on the werewolf's back are extremely tough, like rubber tires, and ordinary people's fists and feet can't break through the defense at all.

But Li Xingzhou's palm strength was different.

He uses the "Blood-Transforming Palm", a demonic martial arts that can directly attack the enemy's bones and internal organs with a gentle and vicious penetrating power, causing the enemy's bones to be broken into pieces and the internal organs to turn into blood.

Unfortunately, even if his palm power can penetrate the werewolf's muscle defense and reach its spine and internal organs, it can be seen from the werewolf's reaction that after being hit, it will only spit out one or two mouthfuls of blood, and then it will be as if nothing happened.

Of course, Li Xingzhou also noticed that every time the werewolf was hit by a palm, his subsequent movements would slow down by half a beat, and it would take more than ten seconds to return to normal.

Obviously, the recovery of its internal injuries will involve and consume part of its energy.

So, is it possible that werewolves could slowly run out of regenerative energy and die?

Li Xingzhou was a little curious and wanted to give it a try.

If that doesn't work, he still has a trump card——

He had captured Freddy's nightmare steel claw, and used his spiritual power to slightly modify and temper it, making the magical weapon with nightmare characteristics that could travel between dreams and reality more powerful than what Freddy had in his hands. Stronger.

Li Xingzhou can use this claw to damage or even tear the souls of his enemies.

He didn't believe that a werewolf's soul was as hard to kill as its body.

However, before Li Xingzhou could test it properly, an accident happened.

Just as Li Xingzhou avoided the werewolf's attack again and raised his hand to shoot it three times, the skylight on the roof of the warehouse suddenly burst open.

When the glass fragments splashed down, a short-haired woman wearing a tight-fitting black leather jacket, a long black leather trench coat, and high-top leather boots suddenly descended from the skylight breach despite the wind and rain.

The warehouse skylight is five or six meters high from the ground, which is almost the same height as the ground between the third floor and the first floor of an ordinary residence.

But when the black-haired woman in the windbreaker landed, she didn't even bend her knees. She completely ignored the impact of landing from a height of five or six meters. She stepped straight forward, pulled out her pistol, and walked forward step by step, while charging towards The werewolf fired repeatedly.

Bang bang bang bang...

The woman in black emptied the magazine in one breath.

As for the werewolf who couldn't be beaten, after more than a dozen blood spots burst out all over his body, he lay on the ground whimpering in pain and growled weakly and vaguely:

"Damn...sucking blood..."

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, the woman in black who had changed the magazine shot him in the head.

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