ultimate cannon fodder

But soon, the joy on his face turned into horror. Before he could react, Ma Jianyao had already rushed in front of him, and slashed his throat with his knife. The light suddenly turned sharply, like a dream, and it turned out to be like

Like a sharp dagger, it cut most of his throat open. He still maintained a horrified expression on his face, and a stream of blood spurted out, most of it spraying on Ma Jianyao's face and body, making him look more like

He is a devil who chooses people and devours them, making them soul-stricken.

Another hail of bullets came, and most of them entered the dying man, almost beating him into a sieve. His whole body was beating involuntarily in the stormy rain of bullets. A few bullets even directly penetrated his body.

On Ma Jianyao, Ma Jianyao still seemed to be unconscious. He picked up the man who was already dead and threw him to others. The huge impact knocked down several people who were shooting on the opposite side, and the bullets were gone.

I know where it went.

While throwing the corpse in his hand, Ma Jianyao followed him at an astonishing speed and quickly moved forward, tiptoeing to the ground, almost flying forward. With the cover of the corpse in the air, just a face-to-face was enough.

When he arrived in front of everyone, he pierced the scattered formation like an awl and jumped up and down. His eyes were filled with murderous intent and his expression was as ferocious as a ghost. It was extremely frightening. No one could describe the speed of his attack, even if it was compared with lightning and flint.

It is difficult to perfectly interpret this suffocating speed. Almost every time he takes a shot, it is always accompanied by the sound of blood splattering and falling to the ground.

To say that these people can survive to this day, they are by no means ordinary people. Even everyone's hands are stained with the blood of others to varying degrees, and they survived by stepping on other people's bones. But in front of Ma Jianyao, they

As fragile as a child, there is not much ability to resist at all. Many people died before they even reacted, and their necks were broken or their stomachs were disemboweled. Ma Jianyao's hands were actually sharper than a hundred steel knives.

And his strength is so great that it can tear apart a strong human body as easily as chopping melons and vegetables.

And among those excruciating screams, there were even more "clicking" and "thumping" sounds mixed in. Although these sounds were far less horrifying than the screams, they sounded exceptionally clear, so clear that it seemed to be creepy.

Even his bone marrow felt a chill as sharp as a sharp needle.

Looking at Ma Jianyao, he was like an unkillable demon, taking away lives one after another with every move he made. Even Wang Xuejun crawled out from the pile of dead people, but he could not help but break out in cold sweat. His face was twisted and his throat was dry.

It was as if it was filled with sand and he couldn't say anything. He even took advantage of Ma Jianyao's unpreparedness, greased the soles of his feet, and sneaked back secretly.

It's terrible, it's really terrible! He has never encountered such a terrifying opponent, and he has never experienced such a terrifying scene. If he had known that Ma Jianyao was so difficult to mess with, he would not have dared to give him a few more courages.

Of course, in this world where the weak can eat the strong, it is very common for people to eat people. If he had not taken advantage of others by force, Wang Xuejun would not be alive today.

The only thing he thinks about now is to run as far away as possible from the devil Ma Jianyao. Although there are walking corpses everywhere outside, if you are not careful, you will be buried in the corpse's mouth and become a delicious meal in the mouth of the walking corpse. But

In Wang Xuejun's opinion, those cannibal walking zombies are much cuter than Ma Jianyao. He would rather survive among the walking corpses than face the terrifying Ma Jianyao.

But as soon as he slipped to the door of the terrace, he heard a frightening and sharp roar. The next moment, he felt his scalp numb. A cold and penetrating object whizzed away against his scalp, and then there was a sound behind him.

There was a sound of "snatching" a sharp blade entering the body.

This blow made Wang Xuejun lose his mind. He looked up fearfully and saw a dagger piercing the iron door of the terrace. The heavy iron door was penetrated effortlessly like tofu under the dagger. The force was so great that

Even the entire door shook slightly. The exposed blade exuded a bright and dazzling cold light under the sunlight, and there were still a few strands of his broken hair floating in the air.

Wang Xuejun felt as if his chest was being held by a magic hand, his breathing was suffocated, he was sweating profusely, and his heart was floating tremblingly like a piece of unkempt hair. He turned around in shock, only to find that someone was already on the terrace.

Corpses littered the fields, blood flowed into rivers, and the bones and broken bones everywhere were dripping with blood. The air was filled with a thick smell of blood, making you want to vomit after smelling it. It was like a hellish Shura field on earth.

The only one still standing was the murderous Ma Jianyao.

His body was covered in cuts and bruises. Some of the wounds revealed red and white flesh and blood inside, and they were bleeding outwards. There were also some staggered wounds where whole pieces of flesh fell off and looked fragmented. It was hard to believe that he was still alive.

The living person no longer bleeds, and the muscles at the wound squirm at a speed visible to the naked eye, seeming to be repairing. His own blood and the blood of others are stained on his body, dripping down the skin bit by bit, under his feet

It formed a pool. The wind carrying the hot gas blew by, and his messy hair, which was even stained with scattered pieces of meat, flew lightly. The black light and the bottomless pupils made him feel like he was in hell.

Paint a beautiful picture.

Wang Xuejun couldn't breathe, and he didn't dare to act rashly. Twenty or thirty gun-wielding men were slaughtered by Ma Jianyao in less than a moment. It was easy to kill him. His heart seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss.

He kept sinking, his forehead and body were dripping with cold sweat, and his whole body was even trembling with fear.

But soon, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, because he saw a woman quietly crawling up from the pile of dead people behind Ma Jianyao, holding a knife in her hand and tiptoeing towards Ma Jianyao.

Although she is just a woman, this woman is anything but simple. All those who despised her were sent to hell by her own hands. And the knife in her hand, which glowed with a strange blue light in the sun, was stained with something unknown.

Where did you get the poison that even walking corpses can't bear, let alone ordinary people? Because of this, this woman is called a poisonous scorpion by them. Everyone, including herself, is afraid of her and dare not hit her.

His idea was that he was afraid of being stabbed by her at some point. And she was the only woman who had not been fucked by Wang Xuejun.

Closer, closer!

Wang Xuejun didn't dare to express his anger, his heart almost rose to his throat, but he didn't dare to show anything strange, for fear that Ma Jianyao would discover the flaw and their success would be ruined. And the poisonous scorpion's attack was already their last

opportunity.

With a "plop" sound, in his deep prayer and expectation, the knife was inserted into Ma Jianyao's waist, up to the hilt, as he wished.

After seeing the knife piercing the flesh, Poisonous Scorpion couldn't help but relax a little. To be honest, she didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

Poisonous Scorpion has never seen such a terrifying person. She was still dying two days ago and was slaughtered, but in the blink of an eye she turned into a terrifying murderous demon. At the moment when Ma Jianyao went on a killing spree, she didn't even have the courage to take action.

She hid aside and pretended to be dead. It wasn't until she realized she had an opportunity that she secretly took out the knife. Even when she stabbed the knife, her whole body was tense and her upper body leaned sideways, preparing what she would do if she missed.

Be prepared to run away as soon as possible.

But before she could breathe a sigh of relief, Ma Jianyao's red eyes appeared in front of her like a nightmare.

"Not good!" Fear just flashed across her pupils, and her nerves had not yet responded. Ma Jianyao waved his hand casually, as if he was shooing away flies, but his speed was extremely fast, with an indescribable force of deterrence.

Sweeping it on her head. Her head suddenly exploded like a watermelon, and a large amount of sperm and blood even splashed several meters away!

Before Wang Xuejun had time to show a proud smile on his face, he was so shocked that he even forgot to dodge. He just stood there and was showered with the poisonous scorpion's thick liquid!

"What other last words do you have?" Ma Jianyao pulled out the dagger from his waist and threw it on the ground with an expressionless face. The burning pain had already covered his whole body, but other than that, he could no longer feel any other pain. He

He walked up to Wang Xuejun and said coldly, his eyes were like looking at a dead person, and there was a sneer-like cruel light in his cold and ice-like eyes.

Wang Xuejun trembled violently, as if he had just woken up from the panic, and stammered inexplicably in horror: "No, it's not my fault, it's all Chen Lei, this bitch, she asked me to harm you, you

Show your noble hand and let me go. I, I will definitely look after you in the future..."

"No, no!" I don't know where Chen Lei was hiding just now. She was not injured, but the bloody killing still shocked her. Her face turned pale and her whole body was trembling. But she could hear Wang Xuejun shirk all the blame.

When he came to her and left himself completely, she immediately jumped out from the hiding corner and refuted loudly: "Don't listen to his nonsense. He forced me. He used drugs to control us and forced us to do it."

These unscrupulous things!”

As she spoke, she seemed filled with indignation, but she glanced at Ma Jianyao from the corner of her eye. She tried hard to raise her chest, and deliberately deepened her breathing to make the rise and fall of her chest more obvious and attractive. In this precarious situation,

In troubled times, there is nothing more realistic than being attached to a powerful man. Although the bloody killing that Ma Jianyao just showed is frightening, from another perspective, it also gives people a sense of security.