Chapter 58 I really want to make progress so much, you are forcing me
Feng Ju used all his strength to catch up to the gate of the community and had to stop.
The black-faced evil elements and the special correspondents have all disappeared.
“I can’t keep up with the special commissioner. Damn it. If my bones were better and my martial arts skills were higher, I might be able to keep up, even on the spot in the room. The evil element was killed."
Feng Ju felt that he had missed the great achievement of the sky. The feeling of regret and powerlessness gripped his heart. Feng Ju's breathing became depressed. He really wanted to make progress. .
Then,
A Senbai mask without facial features zoomed in quickly in his field of vision.
"Another one?" Feng Ju was shocked. A chill ran up his back from the soles of his feet, and his Adam's apple squirmed unconsciously.
Then, his eyes shot out with blazing light, and his whole head heated up: "Here comes another one!"
The surprise of regaining the enemy filled Feng Ju's chest, making him His adrenaline surged, and for a moment, he forgot and ignored the danger of the extremely evil elements.
Feng Ju shouted a warning, and at the same time, he bent his arm sideways and stabbed the Bone Mask straight with the short knife.
“This man looks familiar, he turns out to be Feng Mu’s cheap dad.”
“But I am not Feng Muye, I am now the extremely evil member of [Destiny], Mask. ~"
Feng Mu lowered his head indifferently, without any emotion in his eyes. He had no love or hatred for Feng Ju, and he would not deliberately increase the intensity of his attacks, nor would he spare any force.
Just like the mask’s face without facial features, it treats everyone equally with indifference.
Raise the hook of your hand, hold the blade with two fingers, and rub it into a twist.
Feng Ju's eyes flashed, and he jumped into the air. The mask disappeared from his sight, and he fell heavily to the ground, smashing into pieces.
Feng Mu stepped on Feng Ju's chest and suddenly rushed with all his strength. The latter's eyes turned black again and blood spurted out from his mouth.
Feng Muhun didn't care whether Feng Ju was alive or dead. He pushed past the other party's obstruction and rushed towards the nearest arresters like a thunderbolt.
As he expected, they had just watched the evil Black Face go, and they did not expect that the Evil Mask would pop up again.
Everyone's nerves had just slackened, and without warning, the speed at which they took out their guns and aimed their guns was obviously unable to keep up with the ferocious enemies who were charging into the crowd.
As soon as a head catcher put it on the gun, Feng Mu took the lead and grabbed Li Xiao with his finger hooks, cutting off the gun body like a foam, and a few smooth-cut fingers dropped together.
The other catcher had just taken out his gun, but before he could take aim, Feng Mu got close and his eyes were gouged out with a dragonfly strike.
There was another catcher who had no time to draw his gun, roared and hugged Feng Mu from the waist, trying to capture him, but his spine was pulled out from behind by one of his claws, and his whole body suddenly fell limply to the ground.
Feng Mu is not as fast as Swarthy Face, so he cannot be distanced by these head catchers or kited at him. He does not have the flexible footwork to dodge bullets.
Therefore, he must deal with the number of killed and captured heads as quickly as possible, not seeking a sure kill, but only seeking to destroy the opponent's ability to draw a gun with one blow.
If he dies, the opponent is destined to die. If he doesn't die, he won't be able to hit the target, which is a waste of time.
Feng Mu was trying to seize the initiative and time, because the arresters had also reacted and were panicking to distance themselves from him.
They also saw it. Unlike the black-faced man whose movements could hardly be seen clearly, the masked movement in front of them was not that fast, but the power was terrifying and the claw skills were vicious. As long as they were rubbed at close range , the bones and fascia will be poked with holes like tofu.
"One, two, three...six, seven!"
Feng Mu silently counted in his mind. When he eliminated the seventh arrester, the gunshot finally rang out.
Feng Mu felt pain in his lower back. A bullet penetrated into his lower back. His intestines seemed to be broken by the bullet, and blood gurgled out from the bullet hole.
Feng Mu's eyes turned red instantly, and when he stepped on it, he was like a hungry tiger pouncing on food.
The head catcher who fired was horrified and fired two more shots. The next second, the barrel of the gun exploded, but Feng Mu blocked the hole of the gun with his fingertips. The barrel of the gun exploded, and bullet fragments shot out from the breech, smearing his face.
His pitiful howl made the hearts of the other catchers who were about to shoot tremble.
They are all old police officers from the patrol room. It’s not like they haven’t seen some powerful warriors before. For example, the black-faced woman just now and the scar-faced woman before were also very scary. They killed people. It's like mowing grass.
However, we are still made of flesh and blood, and we still have to dodge bullets instead of confronting them.
Is this still a human being who blocks the hole of a gun with his finger? The most terrifying thing is that it is the barrel of the gun that explodes, not his finger?
Feng Mu pulled out his finger, and the skin and flesh on the finger belly was blown away, revealing the ferocious hook-like bony fingers.
The finger hook moved forward, drawing a white light under the night. The screams in front of him stopped suddenly. The blood sprayed from the carotid artery sprinkled red spots on the white mask, making it look more and more weird and evil.
This is Feng Mu’s first last-ditch attack tonight.
Feng Mu lowered his head and used his fingers to dig out three bullets from his stomach. Three bloody holes were gurgling out.
The [Crazy Blood] icon on the retina shines brighter than ever before.
Thoughts of bloodlust and killing filled his mind, and violent emotions stirred up his nerves.
Feng Mu stepped on the ground, making a footprint in the ground, and his speed suddenly increased a lot.
Looking at the bloody mask rushing towards him, the head catcher's heart was beating wildly, his index finger was welded to the trigger, and bullets were fired continuously.
In Feng Mu Yin Hong's field of vision, he could vaguely see the shadow of the ballistic trajectory. He suddenly staggered and used the most rudimentary footwork to dodge nine bullets with terrifying power and soaring speed. .
Only one shot hit his chest, passing through the gap in his ribs and piercing the right lobe of his lung.
Breathing suddenly became painful, and his lungs seemed to be on fire, and then came more tyrannical power and speed.
With a slight flick of the finger, a frightened head flew up into the air, and the severed neck didn't seem to react. It paused for a moment before spurting blood straight up.
It’s a long story, but in reality it was just the beginning of the rabbit’s rise and the fall of the falcon. In less than half a minute, a dozen or so head catchers were either dead or injured and were destroyed.
And Mu had been shot four times, [Crazy Blood] was so hot, [Feast] that his hunger and thirst were uncontrollable.
Wang Yilin was a little timid. He left a total of 30 arresters to set up an ambush. They were severely damaged by the blackfaces and masks. Now only less than half are left.
But why does this mask seem to get stronger the more it is shot?
The strength and speed seemed to have increased exponentially. I must be too tired and hallucinating~
Wang Yilin rubbed his eyes fiercely and said angrily: "Shoot everyone, shoot, he was shot, this is Fight to the death and kill him together. When the time comes, I will collectively ask for credit from the special commissioner.”
Bang bang bang bang——
There was a loud sound of gunfire.
Feng Mu stood there and took a deep breath. He could smell the residual bloody smell of more than 1,000 people in the air.
The icon of [Feast] is beating violently with the heartbeat, as if it is about to come to life completely.
It's like a mouse entering a rice barn. Originally, he could suppress his inner impulse, but now he has been injured and lost blood, and his hunger and thirst have doubled. How can he hold it back~
As soon as Feng Mu stepped under his feet, the air seemed to explode with an explosion of energy, and he rushed straight towards Wang Yilin.
The dense bullets behind him hit his back, tearing his clothes to pieces and exposing a dense mass of white bones, like a weird armor made of bone, not like a human body.
The thermos cup in the satchel was shot to pieces by bullets, and blood soaked the bag and clothes.
"You forced me to do this~" The sound of grinding teeth coming from under the mask was chilling.
This was the last sentence Wang Yilin heard in this world. In front of him was a ghost face completely stained red with blood...
(End of this chapter)