God said that the world should have light, so there was light.

God said that all beings are equal, and all killing is sin, so most people in the world can live in peace.

But a certain God said that I am going to be upset and I still care about whether I am a damn sin or not. Because I am a God, I am the biggest, so they die better than me, so I will kill.

And this so-called god was just sealed by Gao Xiaodong. His name is Wang Yang, and this kid is fighting hard.

The gun in his hand is called M1 Galand. His initial shooting speed is 865 meters per second, and the entire gun with a bayonet weighs 4.75 kg...

At this time, the gun was the only weapon that Wang Yang could rely on. He knew that there were four children in the gun and five enemies. All the data of the steel gun in his hand appeared in his mind. At this time, he actually felt that he wanted to thank Gao Xiaodong because he would never give up the gun in his hand. It would be like giving up his beloved woman. The gun also has feelings. When you need it the most, he will save your life.

The blood in the whole body is boiling, and every cell in the body is becoming extremely sensitive. If a person fights his life, the potential it bursts out is enough to shock the world.

He was walking through the dense forest at an extremely fast speed that could be called the limit of humans. He was familiar with everything in the dense forest. He knew that it was more reasonable to settle in that place, but it made it difficult for the enemy to lock in his figure. He was like an old hunter hunting in the jungle. He approached his prey calmly and quickly. As for the threats from some weak animals to him, he was disdainful.

There was another enemy on the right side, two enemies on the left side, one on the lower left, and one on the lower side. Wang Yang's eyes were covered in blood, full of fierce murderous aura. His body seemed to retreat three steps back, allowing the two enemies on the left to aim and shoot, and there was almost no need to watch back. As soon as his right foot slipped down, he happened to hide into the tree behind him. The bullets quickly chased after him, and the tree chips flew straight.

In an urgent situation, his body suddenly squatted down, then turned sharply, slanted to the left seventy-two degrees, holding the gun under his cheeks with both hands, and his arms were as stable as a precision instrument. When he arrived at the right position, he quickly fired. A bullet roared through the dense forest and hit the target with a gun.

“Shit…”

Two bangs and bangs and shot Wang Yang's place, and a bullet hit the trunk of the tree where Wang Yang was. Perhaps if Wang Yang did not suddenly fall down, then he would probably be shot in his chest at least, but there is no if in this world...

If the first bullet is accurate, then the second bullet is already aimless. Not only did the bullet not fall to Wang Yang's current position, but instead raised his head to shoot in the sky. The reason is that he fired almost at the same time as Wang Yang, but what is incredible is that Wang Yang seemed to have eyes on his back, and he leaned down at the moment he fired, then turned around in an almost perfect way, raised his hand and shot, but the bullet immediately took away all his vitality as if he had eyes.

The US military almost died with his eyes open. He had never seen a shooter like this, and he might have never heard of it. However, he only vaguely remembered the moment when Wang Yang turned around. Looking at the bloody eyes, he felt like he was murderous in an ice kiln. Wang Yang stopped in a flash. The accuracy and judgment of the shooting also made him know that he was not unjustly dead. He was sad because this kid actually started to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger and played with him. You must know that his opponent has such shooting ability, he will never rush up even if he dies.

Time passed by in an instant, but in a fight, a person's life and death could be determined in an instant. Wang Yang had no time to think about whether he was pretending to be a pig or eating a tiger at first. He only knew that his brain was in an extremely excited state now. After solving the US military, his body had already pounced forward. The hillside was extremely steep, and he leaned forward, like an evil tiger leaping out, allowing him to slide downward for a long time, and the enemy he was staring at was ahead of him.

Originally, there was a South Korean soldier directly below Wang Yang. He was almost shocked and watching the US military fall, he found a figure rushing towards his location. The rushing figure turned the distance of more than ten meters into a short distance. He subconsciously stood up to hold the gun and prepared to shoot, but the rapidly coming figure was faster than him. The black muzzle had been pressed against his top door, and the gunshot was knocked away almost at the same time.

Blood gushed like a fountain, splashing Wang Yang's military uniform, but his eyes were as cold as a bayonet. He grabbed the enemy with his right hand and protected him. Several gunshots shot on the left. The South Korean soldiers who had just died had four more gun holes on their bodies. The enemy was obviously frightened by Wang Yang's series of movements, and could only be frightened and shot wildly. When the gun in his hand sounded crisply, the poor enemy found that the bullet had been empty, and he immediately let out a desperate howl.

Wang Yang didn't know why he was so calm, nor did he know how he became so cold and had no feelings. His life was meaningless to him at this moment. He even clearly found that many numbers 4, 3, 2, 1, 0 appeared in his mind...

The enemy has no bullets!

A black gun hole stretched out from the dead enemy's scepter. After the bullet hits the enemy, there is only one dead end. Bloody killing has no feelings. The gunshots are gone. Wang Yang seems to have never wasted a bullet. His bullet is like the sickle of the god of death. Once it touches your body, it will take away a living life.

In a blink of an eye, six enemies died at Wang Feng's gun, but Wang Yang did not hesitate for a moment. He rolled up and stood up with the rush, like a strong African leopard pounced on his food again.

There is no doubt that as the friendly troops around fell one by one, the only two remaining South Korean soldiers had completely collapsed. They had seen Niu B, but had never seen such an outrageous person. The volunteer soldiers in front of them were like a god of killing from the sky. No one could block his progress. All obstacles were so vulnerable in front of him. Their weak combat power was as small as a snatch in the ocean.

Seeing Wang Yang rushing towards them, the spirit of a South Korean soldier was so scared that he lost any reason. He was crazy and rushed towards Wang Yang like he was desperate, but he let out a storm of disgrace in his mouth. Life is precious, and no one knows it very well.

But he didn't think about these things when he was killing the volunteer soldiers. He didn't think about these things when he was insulting the volunteer soldiers. But he understood this truth in Wang Yang's angry and determined bloody killing. He really wanted to survive. Although he was scared and incontinent, it did not hinder his efforts to survive. He only hoped that the box of bullets he shot gave him a ray of possibility of survival.

But how could a weak lamb roar in front of the lion? Facing the rabbit's fierce look on its face, he received a contemptuous blow from the King of All Beasts. A bullet greeted his head almost unquestionably. With a strange sound, his brain seemed to explode. The South Korean soldiers with incontinence had to fall helplessly.

He was liberated! He no longer had to think about survival, but the final fear was left to his companions.

In fact, at this time, Wang Yang already knew that there would never be another bullet in the gun. He was only a few steps away from the only South Korean soldier. If the South Korean soldier mustered up the courage to shoot at him, he didn't know whether he could dodge it. But as long as he saw the South Korean soldier's face full of horror and his eyes were scattered, he knew that all this worry was actually unnecessary.

Not to mention shooting at Wang Yang, the only South Korean soldier left at this time was no longer brave enough to look at Wang Yang. He beat nine of them, and was surrounded by a group of people. What is this God? So how can ordinary people like God be shaken by God’s majesty?

He had no courage and believed that he did not have such ability to challenge the light of God, so he could only roar, throw away the weapons in his hand, and then fled down the mountain with crying and shouting. He did not need to fight anymore. The tragic battle scene and Wang Yang's bloody murderous intent had already made him lose his soul. He had no choice but to try to make all this a dream, and he did not want to believe that all this was true, and turned around to escape.

But Wang Yang, who was murderous intent, had no mercy. His attack never stopped while walking. Although he had no time to change ammunition at this time, he did not prevent him from reaching his right hand to his waist and taking out the dagger. A trace of mocking cold light flashed in his eyes. His hand waved his dagger like a cold light that cut through the entire sky, and inserted it into the back of the soldier's head like a scattered soul.

The enemy attacked was completely wiped out, and Wang Yang did not stop. He caught up with the enemy who had just escaped with one step. With a force in his hand, a blood arrow bloomed with the cold light, and the dagger returned to Wang Yang's waist.

Several gunshots came from the opposite mountainside. The cold eyes of the ocean were glowing with blood, looking at the enemy camp opposite. Several figures flashed through the edges in the camp and were having a great time.
Chapter completed!