Chapter 759 Slave Master
This monster with bat wings that is good at sneak attacks is called a gargoyle and has very strong defense.
If you use an AK47 to attack, you can finish a magazine and hit all the hits, but you can't kill one of them. However, Lin Baici's lamb hunting gun is very lethal. Once a bullet passes, it will be hit. Half dead.
Squeak! squeak!
The gargoyle screamed and struggled to get up.
Lin Baici did not finish the attack because another gargoyle hiding in the branches and leaves nearby flew down.
Extremely fast.
Lin Baici raised the muzzle of his gun and activated the shotgun's special effects.
Heartbreaking iron rain!
Bang!
The gargoyles that swooped down like bombers were directly bombarded by bullets into a ball of meat. Less than one-fifth of the body was left, and it fell down like a torn sack.
Bang!
Wow! Wow!
The meat sauce fell down and smeared on the ground.
Lin Baici loaded the gun.
"These zombies are endless. I don't think I can escape, so why not kill them all at once!"
Huang Cheng is annoyed and wants to solve the problem once and for all.
“It is also a good idea to kill them before their physical energy is exhausted!”
Zhong Shuman agreed.
"Kill...kill them all!"
Wu Shitong couldn't run any more, and now he fell again and was in pain all over his body, so he eagerly hoped that Lin Baici and his party would stay and fight.
“Don’t make any noise, listen to Lin Shen!”
No matter what choice he makes, Old Man Luo doesn’t care, because he has no worries about protecting himself, so at this time, he still wants to shoot Lin Bai Quit flattering.
"Then kill..."
Lin Baici paused before he finished speaking, because the zombies that were rushing towards him were like robots that had lost their power, they were all frozen in place. The ground stopped moving.
"What's the situation?"
Li Yintong turned the butterfly knife: "Could it be that they know that we are going to go all out, so they are afraid?"
"Can you think less? "
Old man Luo was speechless: "The real master is here!"
Obviously, these zombies are being controlled by someone, and the real master is planning to appear, so he stopped them temporarily.
Everyone immediately concentrated and alerted the surroundings.
Lin Baici's ears twitched and he turned his head to look to the right.
In the white morning mist, there was the sound of cowhide boots stepping on the grass.
"You discovered me so quickly?"
A loud voice of praise came: "Yellow-skinned monkey, your perception is good!"
Lin Baici's impression of this guy was instantly bad.
Whoosh!
Everyone looked over.
Wu Shitong panicked and crawled back using his hands and feet, because the man was coming towards him.
Before Wu Shitong could climb a few steps, with a hiss, a golden leather whip shot out from the morning mist with a sound of breaking wind, and struck Wu Shitong hard on the back.
pia!
“Ah!”
Wu Shitong screamed, curled up in a ball in pain, and rolled on the ground.
Soon, a man came out.
High nose bridge, blue eyes, typical Caucasian.
He was about 27 or 28 years old, tall and powerful. He wore an Air Force flight jacket on his upper body, yellow jeans on his lower body, and a pair of high riding boots on his feet.
There are spurs on the back of the boots. When walking, the spurs spin.
“Hey, yellow-skinned monkeys, hello!”
White man greets.
He was wearing a red triangle scarf around his neck, a cowboy hat on his head, a bullet belt on his waist, and a holster on the left side with a revolver inserted.
Coupled with the leather whip in his hand, this image is that of the most typical western cowboy in America. He has his own large ranch, raises cattle and sheep, and likes to drive a pickup truck.
This is not a greeting, it is purely humiliating.
Zhong Shuman and Li Yintong wanted to scold him back, but since the other party could contaminate the rules on such a scale, they were unsure of the other party's strength and did not dare to speak nonsense.
Lin Baici doesn't care about this: "White-skinned pig, good morning!"
"Spray him, spray him to death!"
Li Yintong cheers.
“Haha, I still like people like you who can resist!”
The white-skinned man smiled, with a sense of superiority in his tone and cheeks: “Because you are more Resistance, when finally being stepped on The more miserable I am, the more pleasure I feel!”
“You are so stubborn, you think you can win!”
Li Yintong said disdainfully: “I know. Who is this? ”
"It's no use to anyone!"
The white-skinned man looked at Lin Baici: "I see that you are very strong!"
"How about it? Do you want to be my slave?"
The white-skinned man rolled up the whip. It was about three or four meters long.
"Lin Shen, can you bear it when he says such things? Fuck him!"
Old Man Luo fanned the flames.
"You should be lucky, because you are very strong, that's why I came out to see you and give you a chance. If it were these people..."
The white-skinned man pointed with a whip Looking at people like Zhong Schumann: "I just fed them to my little pets!"
The little pets in this white-skinned man's mouth refer to zombies, ghouls, and those scarecrow.
Wu Shitong endured the pain, stopped screaming, and climbed behind the big tree nearby.
The white-skinned man waved his riding crop.
pia!
“Ah!”
Wu Shitong twitched in pain.
“Let me see what this is? An old, smelly rat!”
The white-skinned man ridiculed: "We are all going to die anyway, so why struggle?"
"I...I am Wu Shitong, the richest man in Haijing, can you let me go?"
Wu At the same time, he begged for mercy: "If you let me go, you will gain more than killing me!"
"Wow, the richest man?"
The white-skinned man was surprised: "What a big fish. ! ”
"No matter what, we can talk!"
Wu Shitong thought he had a chance. He wanted to stand up and show off a bit of the richest man's style, so as not to be looked down upon. But as soon as he stood up, Baipi The man's leather whip came over.
Pop!
Wu Shitong was hit on the face and his mouth was smashed. Blood and broken teeth spat out.
“Do I give you permission to stand up?”
The white-skinned man shouted coldly: "Kneel down!"
Wu Shitong is also a person after all. He has self-respect and does not want to kneel, but the pain in his body makes him afraid to stand, so he simply fell to the ground.
“Ha!”
The white-skinned man sneered and flicked his riding crop.
Whoosh!
The horsewhip wrapped around Wu Shitong's arm, and then with the white-skinned man's strong tug, Wu Shitong was thrown out and rolled all the way.
Pop!
The white-skinned man snapped his fingers, and the zombies who stood motionless immediately roared and pounced on Wu Shitong.
“Don’t kill me!”
“No!”
"Help me!"
"Nephew Lin!"
Wu Shitong let out a shrill scream as he was bitten by the zombies.
“Is it fun to torture people?”
Lin Baici did not save Wu Shitong, because even if he rescued him now, he would fight with the white-skinned man later and no one would help him , he will still die.
"It's no fun to torture people!"
The white-skinned man shook his head: "But torturing the yellow-skinned monkey is very interesting!"
"You don't think you will win, do you?"
Li Yintong sneered.
“Haha, please allow me to introduce myself!”
The white-skinned man smiled and looked at Tai Mei as if she were looking at a frog in a well.
"What is your relationship with the slave owner Dustin Hoffman?"
Old man Luo suddenly spoke.
"Huh?"
The white-skinned man was slightly surprised: "You actually know my father?"
"Hiss!"
Newcomers like Lin Baici don't know much about slave owners, but old man Luo, old fritters like Zhong Shuman, and even Li Yintong, after hearing the white-skinned man admit After he was the son of a slave owner, they all gasped, fear appearing on their faces.
I’ll beat your lungs out!
How did you meet such a giant?
“I’m Dustin Pete, a cowboy who likes to herd cattle!”
The white-skinned man grinned, showing his big white teeth: "But I am not herding cattle and sheep, but people!"
I have to say that this sentence is paired with the screams of being bitten by zombies next to him. Wu Shitong still felt very oppressive.
【If you dare to be so arrogant in front of the king at the top of the food chain, you must be killed and fed to the dogs! 】
“This guy’s father is very powerful?”
Lin Baici asked.
"More than powerful!"
Old man Luo spoke with a vibrato: "There are several giants in North America who are said to be strong enough to kill gods!"
"For example, the Yellow Stone Group Shakira, the great shaman, Musk, the Silicon Valley boss, and Newton, the god of gravity, they all founded their own groups of god hunters. The team is very famous in the circle!"
"These people are very famous, very powerful, and have a neutral and lawful style of conduct. As long as there is no conflict of interest, if you don't mess with me, I will hardly do anything. I'll mess with you!"
"But there is a giant man who is an exception!"
Old man Luo swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"Is this guy's father?"
Huang Cheng was curious.
“Yes, you can tell by his nickname, slave owner!”
Zhong Shuman was frightened when he mentioned this man: “Anything he likes, he must get it. I believe in the law of the jungle and have no sense of morality or guilt!”
"Some people are dissatisfied with him, but those who are dissatisfied with him have become his slaves and were enslaved and tortured to death by him!"
To put it simply, he is strong and bad!
You don’t like him, but there’s nothing you can do about him!
"On the same level as Shakira?"
Lin Baici knew the level of the great shaman and wanted to make an analogy.
"She should be better than Shakira, right?"
Zhong Shuman doesn't know. After all, they have no chance or qualifications to contact such a big boss.
If other people heard someone saying that their father was a bad guy, they would definitely be furious, but Dustin Pitt didn't. Instead, he smiled proudly.
"How about it? Now that you know my father's reputation, do you want to be my slave?"
Pete asked.
"Your dad is your dad, and you are you!"
Lin Baici looked at the white-skinned man: "Besides, you actually want my lamb shotgun, right?"
Lin Baici noticed that the other party had been peeking at his shotgun since he appeared.
In fact, it’s not surprising, because firearms are so rare in the circle of divine hunters.
“Yes, you must be worried that you can’t beat Brother Lin, so you came up with this method!”
Li Yintong nodded.
If Lin Baici was afraid of the majesty of the slave owner and agreed to this Pete, he would probably be killed as soon as he turned around.
"God Lin, be careful. From now on, don't give random answers. This Pete must have some control-type grace."
Zhong Shuman reminded.
There are some divine favors, and the way they are activated is very strange, making it difficult for people to guard against them.
Since Hoffman was able to establish himself as a slave owner, he obviously had a lot of skills.
“So it’s called a lamb shotgun?”
Pete smacked his lips: “A lamb for the slaughter?”
“This name is not very auspicious!”
For these Westerners, things like sheep sometimes represent a bad connotation.
Such as the devil.
On Wu Shitong's side, the screams gradually subsided, but no one cared. Now, Old Man Luo and the others were facing a formidable enemy, trying hard to think of how to avoid conflicts.
"It's not all because of your shotgun!"
Peter explained: "I like to collect a few local slaves wherever I go!"
"You are so handsome and so strong. It would be very honorable to keep you by my side as a slave!"
Just like in the past, whose slaves were good, the slave owner of that family would have face: "Of course, if you perform well, you can be promoted to a deacon!"
"Following me is better than living here in Kyushu. A broken place has a future! ”
"By the way, you are still very young, I can squeeze you for many years, haha!"
Pete didn't plan to come out at first. This rule pollution was created by using his father's sacred object. , so terrifying that it can kill anyone.
But while drinking and watching these people flee on the TV, he heard the gunfire, and then saw Lin Baici's shotgun.
This made him full of possessiveness at once.
Pete also has a revolver on his belt, but that thing can't fire, and it has other taboo effects.
Coupled with Lin Baici’s outstanding performance, Peter wanted to conquer him.
"As a cowboy, you must have a shotgun. Don't you think it is tailor-made for me?"
Pete laughed: "Thank God for his guidance, let me I came to Kyushu and met you!”
"Amen!"
"Fuck him!"
Li Yintong was angry: "Brother Lin, fuck him!"
"Shit, can you stop causing trouble? "Hey, can you beat the slave owner's son?"
Old man Luo stopped the fight.
"I can't beat him, but Brother Lin can!"
Li Yintong was unhappy: "Hey, Baipizhu, let me tell you, this is the newly promoted Jiuzhou Longyi Lin Baici, your dad is here, I don’t even dare to talk to him like that!”
“Huh?”
Pete was stunned: “Jiuzhou Longyi?”
There was obvious disbelief on Peter’s face. Because Lin Baici is too young.
"Don't you usually go to the Origin Forum?"
Li Yintong asked back.
"I will, but I will never pay attention to the news of you yellow-skinned monkeys!"
In Pete's mind, Europa and North America are the mainstream world, and East Asia is dirty The trash can looks dirty just by looking at it.
Having a sense of superiority belongs to yes.
"Then you know now?"
Li Yintong glared at Peter fiercely: "Are you scared?"
"Old sister, can you stop saying a few words?"
Old man Luo wanted to cover Taimei's mouth: "I don't think Lin Baici is as tough as you!"
For those who don't know, I thought you were Kyushu Longyi!
Old Man Luo felt that Lin Baici definitely didn't want to conflict with this Pete, so he had nothing to fear, but his father was too awesome.
“Haha!”
Pete sneered: “Yeah, I’m so scared!”
“I’ve heard a long time ago that you guys in Kyushu are very good at dealing with human relations. , You must have reached the top like this, right?”
Lin Baici is so young that Peter doesn’t believe that he has the level of Jiuzhou Longyi.
"Do you know Shakira?"
Lin Baici asked.
“You mean the great shaman?”
Pete didn’t understand why Lin Baici mentioned this person.
“Who is better, her or your dad?”
Lin Baici was purely curious.
"Incomparable, the great shaman is good at predicting good and bad future!"
Pete was curious: "Do you know Shakira?"
"Okay, nonsense. That’s it, how do you plan to die?”
Lin Bai said heartily, this hungry god not only knows her, but is also her master.
Your dad is so awesome that he can enslave that great shaman?
But I can! (End of this chapter)