Shrike rubbed his temples, the expression on his face was quite exciting.
I don’t know since when, everything has changed.
One person in the suppression department is stronger than the other, and one in the tuning department is more negative than the other.
As the deputy director of the Suppression Department, Shrike occasionally thought about whether he should let his members carry heavy weapons with them and just kill them when they encounter difficulties.
If there is no way to go, use cannon to open it.
Unfortunately, there are very few item-type ghost stories, and there are almost no heavy weapon-type stories.
After all, no one would make up a horror story about rocket launchers.
Ordinary firearms have little effect on Kaitan. Even his own large-caliber sniper rifle only staggered the feast.
If you really want to contain them, you have to rely on your own group to cut them out one by one.
"The governing bureau is also biased. The prize they gave me back then seemed to be a thermos cup..."
Shrike sighed and continued to look at Wang Jin, who was having a duel with Feng Yan.
——
boom!
The exquisite shotgun lit up with a spell, and the huge power poured out along with the bullets without reservation.
And this is not enough.
"Burn it."
Wang Jin's eyes lit up with amber light, and he gave the divine blessing to the bullet he had just fired.
This gun is a weapon specially made by the bureau, and its high adaptability to the power of Kaitan is one of its advantages.
As long as Wang Jin is not crazy enough to attach the power of the Death Dream to it and fight it out, everything will be fine.
"ha."
Feng Yan grinned, and his smile was quite sinister.
His tentacles had no intention of attacking Wang Jin, but instead dragged themselves like limbs towards the housekeeper.
Six people will eventually be six.
After all, I am still superior.
"Um?"
Wang Jin was stunned for a moment. He instantly understood what Feng Yan wanted to do.
But he couldn't stop it.
Even if I guessed it in advance, there was no way I could contend with that kind of strange force.
All we can do is…
"Bump him away!"
Wang Jin roared and ran quickly towards the direction of the feast.
"Damn."
Mu Jue, who was squatting aside to treat the wound, gritted his teeth and looked at the feast with a shovel.
The feint to cover up Wang Jin cost him the price. Dozens of bloody wounds all over his body were rapidly devouring his physical strength.
But everyone except Mu Jue was in a weak state and could not respond at all.
Even without Wang Jin's words, he would have chosen to do this.
Sacrifice yourself to give all members a chance to survive.
"You still have to rely on me at the critical moment..."
The tall and lanky man gritted his teeth, with a hint of complicated emotions in his eyes.
He is infertile, and occasionally newbies who don't know the world will use this to taunt him.
But so what?
He, Mu Jue, is still the most classy man in the entire team.
"Come! I won't let you pass even if I die!"
Mu Jue's eyes widened and he held the gravedigger across his chest.
"Get out of the way!"
The dark umbrella suddenly opened in front of him, and there was a touch of anger in the cold voice.
Bang!
The flesh and blood tentacles of the feast swept across, knocking them both away.
"Cough cough cough..."
Mu Jue spit out a few mouthfuls of blood and stared at the nosy woman.
"Wang Jin asked me to do this."
Xia Yu narrowed his eyes and responded in an indifferent tone.
The tall and thin man was stunned.
Only then did he realize that the boy's previous words seemed to be directed at Xia Yu.
"He even anticipated my movements? It's really..."
Mu Jue narrowed his eyes and stopped talking.
This new tuner had already rocked him several times in just a few minutes.
"bring it on!"
Feast roared loudly, and then, regardless of the influence of the gravedigger, he forcibly dug out the butler from the earth with his tentacles.
Just when everyone started to guard against the repulsive ability, Fengyan made an unexpected move.
He opened the crack in the chest and abdomen and bit off half of the butler's body.
Crunch, crunch.
The sound of flesh and bone rubbing against each other was heard, and the thin body was even trembling slightly.
But strangely, no blood was shed.
"This is for hungry children."
Wang Jin squinted his eyes and unhurriedly loaded the shotgun with bullets.
The feast should now be stopped from eating the other half of the butler's body.
"Miracle Form."
Wang Jin grinned and muttered softly to the shotgun in his hand.
The latter quickly twisted, transforming from an exquisite firecracker into a ferocious-looking blood-red heavy cannon.
The first form of the shotgun corresponds to the Prince of Paradise, and the second form of course corresponds to the Miracle Flame.