Zongman: Kaijumon invades, I transform into Seven

Chapter 70

His words seemed to have pressed a switch, and the atmosphere suddenly changed.

The man’s mouth corners lifted, revealing a few white teeth and a cunning smile of success.

The man’s eyes were clearly black and white, and his eyes turned and fell on Dijing, who was only a few feet away from him.

He was very close to Dijing, so close that he could see Dijing’s face, which was full of shock and fear.

His left hand stretched out like lightning to grab Dijing’s throat. If he was caught, half of Dijing’s throat would be pulled out.

At that time, it would be really difficult for the gods to save him.

Bang!

A gunshot was heard.

But the gunshot did not interrupt the man’s movements.

This gunshot was both familiar and unfamiliar to him. In the past, when he was hunting in his own territory, he liked to attack the police.

Because when the police went out on patrol, they mostly went in pairs, and often went to places where there were fewer people.

This undoubtedly greatly reduced the difficulty of catching prey.

The police once topped his menu.

When he was hunting the police, he would occasionally be discovered by them in advance.

The terrified police would raise their guns and fight back after seeing him.

Although the bullets could not hurt him, he had heard this kind of gunshot many times.

Ordinary pistol bullets hitting his head would not hurt him at all, and he could not even feel the pain.

At this time, Horii’s expression was exactly the same as the police he had hunted before before they died.

Their faces were full of fear and panic, and they opened their mouths as if they were about to scream.

But every time he would slit their throats in advance to make their screams disappear in advance.

He believed that this time would be no different from the past.

But a sudden pain in his arm stopped his delusion.

The pain in his arm made him slightly stunned.

Horii seemed to have transformed into the world’s top sprinter at this time.

He swore that he had never been so fast in his life.

His legs burst out with unparalleled strength, starting, speeding up, and sprinting, all these steps happened in an instant.

The wind with a foul smell blew past his ears.

Horii successfully escaped from the scythe of the god of death.

He immediately threw away the junk in his hand, pulled out his pistol and stood with his companion pointing at each other.

But the man at this time did not feel any regret for the failure of hunting.

He just stared at his arm blankly.

There was a wound on his ordinary arm, which was caused by a bullet.

The bullet was still stuck in his bone.

His eyelids twitched and he felt something was wrong.

Is the technology in this world so advanced?

Yes, he had already discovered that this was not the world he knew.

After all, this city was very different from the one in his mind.

He had secretly investigated that there were no ghouls, no CCG, and no white pigeons in this world.

But he still hid in the sewer out of caution, because no one usually came here. Although the environment was not very good, it was an excellent hiding place.

The strange feeling of being a newcomer and the fear of suddenly changing into a different world tortured him and he fell asleep very late.

But in his sleep, he suddenly felt a mess of footsteps.

He opened his eyes while lying in his hiding place, and listened carefully to the sound. Although the sound was not close to him, these people did not seem to want to leave.

After thinking for a while, he decided to get up and see what was going on.

He had come to the vicinity of these people very early and had been hiding in the dark, watching them from afar.

He found that these guys in strange uniforms seemed to be looking for something.

What were they looking for?

Who would come to the sewer to look for something?

The result was self-evident.

The person they were looking for was him.

The man was a little nervous but soon calmed down.

After hiding in the distance and watching for a while, he found that these people seemed to be carrying weapons, which looked like pistols.

With a turn of his eyes, an idea came to his mind.

First pretend to be an ordinary person to approach them, and then take action.

He circled around and came to the front of these people, and deliberately found an exit to stand there, and then stepped on the plastic bag on the ground to attract attention.

Everything was going well, but he was still discovered.

The man expressionlessly put two fingers into the wound to dig out the bullet.

The bullet was a little different from the usual bullets, and the man also felt a familiar smell on it.

He frowned.

This bullet gave him a feeling of Quinque

“It looks like the new weapon worked.”

Zongfang said in a low voice as he looked at the man who dug out the bullet.

“Of course it will work! We are using their weapons against them!”

Dijing said in a clear voice.

He pointed the pistol at the other man’s forehead.

“Surrender! You can’t escape from this place! Tell me where you are from and who you are!”

The man stared at the group of people pointing guns at him expressionlessly.