~.< Shuhai Pavilion >-~ Chapter 161 The Cruel Lord God
The alleys are very quiet. Outside is the noisy metropolis. But when you enter the alleys, you feel like you have entered another world. It is quiet. Moreover, the alleys are not wide, about three meters wide.
The alley was very deep, and Shi Zhong was moving forward quietly, but he found no trace of the Indian just now.
"Up there!"
Shi Zhongxun glanced at it, and a white shadow jumped up the wall and disappeared. Shi Zhong was curious and followed it from a distance. He didn't know where he had arrived, but the white shadow stopped.
This is a private courtyard. Being able to buy a luxurious villa here shows the wealth of the owner.
The Indian in white stopped at the door of the villa. He didn't make a sound and just stood there coldly. But soon, noises and curses came from the villa. It was too far away for Shi Zhong to hear clearly, but he probably heard
I don’t even know what it means.
Suddenly, the Indian in white took a step to the left. Almost at the same time, there was a "bang" sound, the floor he was standing on exploded, and a silenced bullet hit the floor.
In the distance, Shi Zhong was dumbfounded. Is this guy still a human being? Could it be that he can predict the future? Shi Zhong didn’t believe it. Although he sometimes learned about Feng Shui and other fantasy things, this prophet was too much.
Damn it!
Soon, the door of the villa opened, and a group of people, all dressed in black suits, walked out.
He's not a Westerner. You can tell from his figure, he must be an Easterner! Shi Zhong secretly guessed.
"￥#...&*!" The person protected by the black suit was a middle-aged man in his forties. He originally thought he was Korean, but when angry Japanese words burst out from his mouth, he realized he was Japanese.
people.
Murakami was very angry. He was peeling off the kimono of a beautiful girl when there was such a big noise outside. When he came out, he saw that it was an Indian Asan. Of course, this could not reduce Murakami's anger. On the contrary, he wanted to
Chop this disrespectful Indian into mincemeat and feed it to the dogs.
"The Indians are an extremely inferior country. When our Yamato nation ruled the world, the first thing we did was to slaughter all the Indians!" Murakami cursed. This time he did not use Japanese, but used a weird accent.
Tune in English.
The eyes of the Indian in white suddenly opened, emitting a frightening light. It turned out that he had been closing his eyes just now. The Indian in white spoke fluent English: "No one who has ever spoken ill of India in front of me has lived for an hour. Tonight,
You are no exception!" Although he spoke calmly, his eyes were extremely cold, as if he were a ruthless god.
"Baga!" Murakami jumped up and pointed at the Indian in white with a ferocious expression on his face, "Get him for me and feed it to the dog later. Haha, I'm already looking forward to the scene of him being chased and bitten by the dog.
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Several people around him laughed at the same time. They were used to the cruelty of this adult. Following him, it seemed that the most primitive ferocity in their hearts was slowly being aroused, and they used ferocious beasts to hunt down defenseless enemies. This
This is their favorite thing to see in Japan. Here, ferocious beasts such as tigers and wild wolves can be replaced by ferocious dogs.
There were ten black suits beside Murakami, each of them had a pistol, and two of them had submachine guns. After hearing Murakami's words, the two black suits put away their guns, grinned fiercely and pressed towards the white-clothed Indians. They were all elites in the guild.
It's not a problem to knock down two or three adults at ordinary times. Although this Indian Asan looks a little stronger than the average person, he doesn't have much to worry about.
"Don't move!" They completely treated the Indians in white as monkeys. This is the Japanese. When facing an enemy that is weaker than them, they will show their lowly and worthless pride and abuse the captured enemy.
to show one's strength.
The two Japanese wanted to grab the arms of the white-clothed Indian, but they didn't think so. The moment they stretched out their hands, their bodies suddenly stiffened, and their raised arms stayed in the air for a moment, then hung down feebly, followed by
The sound of a body falling to the ground.
"Bang bang!"
This group of Japanese is indeed an elite group. When they discovered something was wrong, they fired bullets. However, it was a pity that the Indian who was standing was still where he was. He seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. No one noticed where he had gone.
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In the distance, Shi Zhong was also startled. He was attracted by the two Japanese who fell to the ground. For a moment, when he looked up again, the Indians in white had disappeared.
"Crack!"
A Japanese man in a black suit fell to the ground silently. His neck was twisted 180 degrees, his eyes were wide open, and he didn't know what was going on!
All the Japanese were shocked and were on guard with black muzzles.
Before the surprise was over, another man in a black suit fell down, his head was twisted 180 degrees, his face turned to his back, silently, but the method was extremely shocking, simple and full of killing power.
Everyone felt a chill rising in their hearts, wondering if they would be the next to die!
"Indian Asan, you Indians are like this, you have the courage to show up and fight openly!" Murakami said in panic. As the younger brother of the president, he has always been aloof. This time when he came to San Francisco, the task was also very light, but
It's just an eye-catcher, but the other team is the elite, jointly composed of the government and the society, and the leader is said to be a master of the Japanese military.
Murakami did not hope that his words could force the Indians to come out, but, obviously, he was wrong. There was still an Indian in white standing in that place, with a ferocious look on his face and his eyes as red as blood.
It seemed that he enjoyed the killing just now, and he laughed ferociously: "You Japanese are too weak!"
Mahavatar is one of the three major gods in India. He is known as the God of Destruction and is the master of killing. Regardless of his usual facial expressions, as soon as he comes into contact with blood, the violent energy hidden in his body will explode, revealing his ferocity.
This is why the whole world only remembers him as Mahavatar, instead of his real name Rahman.
In the distance, Shi Zhong looked shocked. He saw the figure of Da Zi Zaitian, but he only captured a vague concept. Only by using his extremely fast speed and consciously using the dark shadows, he could
It creates the effect of coming without a trace.
Is there such a strange person in the world? Is this speed too fast? Shi Zhong has an illusion that even if he fills up all the original points, he can't keep up with that person's speed. Shi Zhong is a little excited, it turns out that this world is not simple
!
Shi Zhong compared Cheng Zibing with this man. Although Cheng Zibing was once a special forces soldier, he was probably no match for this man.
"shot!"
Murakami secretly cursed an idiot, raised the gun in his hand and fired. His subordinates opened fire one after another. Two guys showed their ferocious faces and fired unceremoniously with the submachine guns in their hands.
However, they were soon disappointed. There was not one more corpse on the ground over there, there were still only two. They could still do this one plus one spell.
"I told you, you won't survive an hour!"
A sound mixed with violence suddenly sounded, and at some point, Da Zi Zaitian had already approached the crowd. Fearing that they were all his own, no one dared to shoot. They all dispersed with panic on their faces, but just as they dispersed,
Within seconds, three more people fell down. Their chests were sunken, as if they had been caressed by the palms of a giant bear. Their sternums were pierced through the black suits, and several pieces of broken livers flowed out of their mouths as red liquid flowed out.
The Japanese finally panicked. Powerful enemies are not scary. It is said that many ants kill an elephant, but invisible enemies are the most terrifying because you can't bite them even if you want to!
At the scene, only Murakami and three men in black suits were left. Without exception, their faces were filled with expressions of horror.
"If you dare, come out, Indian Asan!" Murakami fired the gun in his hand randomly. After finishing the bullets in the pistol, he grabbed the submachine gun from a subordinate and fired with a blast, leaving the ground completely disfigured.
"Bang!"
A body in a black suit seemed to have been hit by a big truck. It suddenly flew out and fell hard against the wall. A "click" was clearly audible, and the body was twisted and almost deformed.
This is simply game-like killing!
The other two men in black suits finally couldn't stand the terrifying atmosphere of being threatened with death at any time. They screamed and fled one after another. However, before they could take three steps, the body of Da Zi Zai Tian appeared in front of one of the Japanese. Da Zi Zai Tian
Grinning, a lightning-fast fist struck the Japanese, and his fist exploded like a cannonball.
The Japanese's abdomen was almost penetrated, and Da Zi Zai Tian's fists were covered with blood and even the fragments of internal organs. Da Zi Zai Tian smiled cruelly, jumped a few times, and his legs exploded with amazing jumping power, which is probably a new Olympic record.
, caught up with another Japanese, and whipped his right leg from top to bottom. The Japanese's legs were instantly broken and he knelt down. His mouth spat out mixed with shattered internal organs, and he died with his eyes closed.
"You...you are the devil!" Murakami pointed at the Heavenly Way in fear, took out his mobile phone, and hurriedly dialed the number. However, as soon as the call was connected, it fell to the ground, and the owner of the phone slowly
Slowly falling to the ground, it turned out to be a headless body.
In the distance, Shi Zhong almost vomited when he saw it. In the final blow, Da Zi Zaitian actually kicked Murakami's head away from his neck with his whip legs, with terrifying force.
"#￥&?" came a stiff voice from the other side, it was in Japanese.
Da Zi Zaitian smiled contemptuously, raised his foot and trampled the phone into pieces.
In an abandoned factory building far away from the urban area in San Francisco, a man with a face as sharp as a knife had a sullen face. He was Natsume Yoshiro, who was currently serving in a certain Japanese unit and was the commander of this operation. Murakami's team was just attracting people.
Eyes and ears, but as soon as he stepped into San Francisco, Murakami was poisoned. It seems that there will be many competitors in this operation, and they are extremely powerful. All major countries will send their own special forces, and even some organizations, just like this time in cooperation with the government
The cherry blossom party.
Yoshiro was disgusted that Sakura would interfere in government affairs, but he had to rely on their power because of their many years of business and a complex network of relationships in San Francisco, such as the weapons needed for this operation.
No one could understand Shi Zhong's pain. After the white-clothed Indian killed all the people, he did not leave, but stood still. This made Shi Zhong very difficult. He lay motionless on the ground, not daring to do anything.
Not the slightest movement.
Da Zi Zai Tian is known as the God of Destruction. He has a flame on his forehead that can emit world-destroying flames. Of course, this is just a legend. However, Rahman was born with a strange sense. This is not like the stone bell that is tempered by spiritual energy.
Refined superhuman senses.
Suddenly, Da Zi Zaitian smiled and turned to look behind him. The violence in his eyes was dissipating, but it startled Shi Zhong because his gaze was directed at the place where Shi Zhong was hiding.
He was wearing a loose white sweatshirt and white loose trousers. Although he had gone through a lot of killings, there was no trace of blood on his body, which showed the terror of the person. Da Zitian was about to step forward when suddenly, his pupils shrank and his eyes shot towards him.
He turned to the eleven o'clock direction, pondered for a while, and strode towards that direction.