He was extremely certain that this was the Frigga bullet.
The red bullet with anesthetic effect will explode in front of the person, producing an effect similar to being shot.
But this young man named David Miller is indeed a degenerate hybrid, and his bodyguards are also desperadoes licking blood at the tip of a knife, with fierce murderous intent on their faces.
This is also the reason why Caesar and the others did not recognize the tranquilizer bomb for a while.
"interesting."
The boy stood up from the sofa and lounge chair under the palm tree and stretched. If he guessed correctly, this should be an exercise arranged by Schneider to observe the students' handling of mixed-race riot emergencies.
Those ordinary people who escaped in panic may have been disguised by someone else. After all, although the Latin beauty ran very fast, there was no trace of panic on her face.
However, the most exciting thing about this performance that Lee Yong-yuan said was that Schneider invited a group of real degenerate hybrids to perform this scene.
They are all a group of guys who should be imprisoned in Devil's Island Prison, similar to Azkaban where Death Eaters are imprisoned in "Harry Potter".
"boom!"
Gunshots rang out from the party, and the dense spray of bullets swept past the cream cakes, goblets, and all the decorations that were stacked on the tables and chairs.
The continuous output of firepower briefly suppressed the hybrid elites present, but this was only temporary.
Caesar rolled on the spot and raised a round brown wooden table, using it as a shield in front of him and continuing to approach.
The young man with the same blond hair ignored the dissuasion of the surrounding bodyguards to retreat while fighting. When he saw Caesar rushing forward, he instantly lost his mind and rushed forward with his golden eyes opened angrily.
For some reason, he was naturally jealous of this guy who was as proud as an emperor.
"puff!"
The five sharp claws easily penetrated the oak tabletop, reflecting the cold light in Caesar's golden eyes.
Based on this contact alone, this guy definitely has a physical fitness above level A. No wonder the evolution direction is towards the complete dragon-shaped Deadpool.
Deadpools who have exceeded the critical bloodline have many forms, including dragon, snake, and human forms. There is no doubt that the one closest to the dragon form is the strongest.
In the history of dragons, there were once prince-level dragons who wanted to resist the authority of a certain monarch and launched a rebellion in their own territory. However, they were defeated by the dragon-shaped deadpool army sent by that monarch, and their huge and ferocious bodies were torn apart.
They were so bloody that even their rights to immortality were deprived.
The tall Caesar reacted quickly and threw the wooden table aside. The next second, the dragon's claws smoothly cut the round tabletop in half.
He was only wearing a pair of baggy shorts and was not carrying any weapons. The Dictado was also left in the apartment.
Who would have thought that this would happen at a college windsurfing competition?
Both the "cat" and the "rat" were caught off guard.
Even so, Caesar did not live up to his title of leader. He lowered his body and threw a punch quickly.
The Word Spirit Kamamaita is activated, and countless transparent wind monsters fly around in the field, summarizing all the information heard and transmitting it to the young people's ears.
David Miller's chest was wide open and he received a heavy punch, but the tough iron-green scales spread all over his body undoubtedly have very strong shock absorption, buffering and force-relieving functions.
He stepped forward with a ferocious smile, his golden pupils that gradually turned into vertical lines held a different kind of cruelty and joy, and the surging power that flowed crazily in his body simply fascinated him.
This is the power and power that he once dreamed of and dreamed about day and night, but now it is really placed in front of him.
"Tsk~"
A clear crisp sound sounded, and the wide membrane wings broke out of the body. He completed the most critical part of the evolution of the Dragon Deadpool. From then on, he soared freely in the vast sky.
The bodyguards in black suits around him have been subdued by the equally well-trained Kassel students one by one, and they are gradually surrounding him, but the young man doesn't care, because now that he has wings, he can conquer the world.
As for the group of mercenaries, they are just pawns that can be discarded at any time. They should feel honored to witness the great Master David Miller's rebirth.
"Don't even come here."
Caesar drank to silence the crowd.
What, if a one-on-one duel requires help from others, then he is not worthy of the name "Caesar".
Caesar's well-proportioned figure was stretching at this moment, with clear and distinct lines like a sculpted eight-pack abs, and he began to use the power in his body non-stop.
Soon, a man and a dead bodyguard were fighting together, with iron-green membrane wings covering their figures, like a totem of a fierce battle between gods and ghosts in ancient mythology.
A drop of bright red blood showed through, and Caesar's shoulder was scratched with a sharp bloodstain by the high-density tough fingers. The unarmed man was gradually at a disadvantage in close combat.
"Hey, ugly guy."
At this moment, a cloud of red mist exploded next to the young man with an increasingly ferocious face. He roared angrily and opened his membrane wings, scanning the crowd with a pair of golden eyes that were inhumane.
The girl with dark red hair was raising the Browning pistol seized from the bodyguard, and discovered the secret of Frigga's bullets. She fired several shots at Deadpool in mid-air on the spot, but she couldn't afford it.
effect.
The black-haired girl next to her had a thought, and on the rectangular table and chairs where the cups and plates were scattered, countless silver metal knives and forks began to float in the air, shooting out at high speeds like machine gun bullets, with terrifying power.
Sequence 82 of the Periodic Table of Word Spirits, Sword Control.
The releaser performs precise manipulation of metal objects in a large area centered on himself. In actual combat, he usually manipulates small sharp objects, such as scalpels.
The size of the domain, the quality and number of metal objects that can be manipulated determine the strength of the release. The most powerful can trigger operations like the legendary Sword Immortal, creating the effect of "thousands of swords firing in unison".
This type of spirit spirit is named after the legend of the sword immortal in ancient China. Ancient books record that the earliest person to possess this type of spirit and achieve the highest level of ennoblement was the Heavenly Master Zhang Daoling.
One of the lines, "In the past when I was wielding a sword, I climbed to the west of Kunlun Mountain. The dragon's wings came from behind, and the white tiger turned into a flying beast." It is enough to show the extraordinary style of the swordsman at that time.
The sharp metal knives and forks converged into a silver river, attacking Deadpool's ferocious body like a waterfall. It was even more shocking than when Caesar saw Sakura Yabuki controlling thousands of exquisite hidden weapons that flew like butterflies.
After all, there is a gap between Yanling and Yinliu compared to Yanling and Sword Control, and Su Qian herself has already begun to show the rudiment of the Sword Immortal.
David Miller roared in pain and opened his mouth to spit out strange dragon inscriptions. There were faint red flames gathering in his mouth.
But the next second, an invisible wave came from the palm forest in the distance, covering the tables and chairs at the party at an extremely fast speed and heading towards the endless sea.
Regardless of whether they were activating the word spirit or not, the students of Kassel College were suppressed, and even the golden eyes dimmed at this moment.