Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety Eight: Little Witch Sees Big Witch
The four Lieyan girls looked at the back of Jiangzhou Wu Zun with adoring eyes. They were so close, but they seemed to be separated by an insurmountable gap, and they were as unreachable as a giant peak reaching the sky.
Bayilon, his armed men, and the three major firearms masters were collectively petrified on the spot.
The twelve war gods of Blackwater Company are world-famous. Among them, the black boxing king, who is known as the invincible in close combat, faced that Chinese youth and didn't even touch the opponent's clothes. He only received a slap, and his head was split and his face was sunken.
His fate was as fragile as paper, and he could not die anymore!
Not only that, even the fang mask they were wearing was shattered on the ground, revealing three blond and blue-eyed Western-looking people, but they looked very ferocious, and the eyes on the sunken half of the face were shaken and bulged out of their sockets!
This...isn't even on the same fucking scale!
Bayilon's hair stood on end, and his soul was so frightened that he was about to ascend to heaven...
If the three black boxing champions are super heavyweights, then the thin Chinese youth, whose appearance is just an illusion of mist, is actually nuclear bomb-level!
"Quick, gun master, get the incendiary bombs and blast him to death with the rocket launcher!" Bayilon shouted while hiding behind his men. Originally he played the role of a hunter, but with the appearance of the other party, he turned into a hunter.
The prey was killed, and the fish meat on the chopping board was defenseless!
Now, he can only place his hope in the remaining firearms masters. There is a saying in China that is widely circulated abroad. No matter how skilled you are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives. So what if you received a bunch of AK armor-piercing bullets with your bare hands before?
The hot weapons controlled by these three gun masters are so powerful that even the top masters dare not confront them head-on!
Needless to say, Bayilon said that the three masked gun masters had already replaced the weapons in their hands with cannon barrels and carried them on their shoulders, all burning rockets!
With this incendiary rocket developed with a lot of manpower and material resources, the Twelve Gods of War killed a half-step martial arts master named "King of Sticks" in the Philippine martial arts world!
"pound!"
"Pound, pound!"
Almost at the same time, the sound of three rocket launchers was fired, and these three gun masters put their thoughts into the shells at the same time, controlling the trajectory and hitting the powerful Chinese youth.
Their eyes were filled with ruthlessness. The Twelve Gods of War were a group of people who were bound by fate. They were cruel to others and as close as conjoined twins to each other. They used to be active all over the world without any loss, but today three of them died at once.
Still a brother who creates a stable output environment for himself!
The burning rockets were surrounded by blazing flames in mid-air, drawing three arcs as unstoppably and as fast as the wind.
That power, if hit, will create destructive power that will destroy the world!
Just when the three burning rockets were only one meter away from Zhao Fan, a golden brilliance appeared in his palm, and he flicked...
They suddenly made a sharp turn, turned around and ran towards the direction they came from!
"What's going on? That yellow-skinned boy just waved his hand and they all came back?"
"What the hell!"
"My grass, my grass, my grass!"
Bayilon and his armed men all stared wide-eyed, as the deadly cannonball returned the same way it came!
Zhao Fan didn't understand what they were saying, and he didn't care.
The next moment, the three gun masters discovered something that frightened them. They lost control of the burning rockets with their thoughts!
No matter how I release my thoughts, I cannot control the trajectory of the burning rocket...
This feeling is like flying a kite inside a tornado, with the mayflies shaking the big trees, making the small ones seem like giants!
The gun masters specialized in mind. Although their bodies were stronger than ordinary people, they could not withstand the incendiary rockets coming out of their hands. Therefore, they immediately ran around like bereaved dogs, removing the hot weapons and ammunition from their bodies as they ran, reducing their weight.
Bear weight.
Burning rockets, but the ghost still started to track!
But Bayilon and his armed men hid as hard as possible, fearing that they would be killed if they moved too slowly.
No matter how fast the gun master ran, he could not match the speed of the cannonballs. In the end, "bang, bang, bang" three explosions sounded one after another. They suffered the consequences and were blown up by incendiary rocket bombs in an instant.
Each piece of corpse was burned with dazzling flames.
One of the firearms masters was blown apart in the crowd. Nearly twenty of Bayilon's armed men were within the explosion range, and they were all mutilated and overturned to the ground, and were quickly burned into flames.
The smell of barbecue fills the canyon.
The four ladies of Lieyan were stunned. From the beginning to the end, the male god only moved one hand, causing the death of six of the twelve war gods in the gray area!
Bayilon and the remaining more than a hundred armed men had their legs and feet so weak that they couldn't even move, and they didn't even dare to fart, let alone escape.
Is the Chinese young man in their sight a god?!
Zhao Fan glanced at the six members of the Twelve Gods of War. The three gun masters had their souls smashed into pieces by incendiary rockets, while the souls of the three black boxing kings stood dumbly like dementia.
Beside the corpse, he still hasn't recovered yet.
And their souls are blood-red on the surface, which means they are carrying great sins.
Kill the soul!
Three golden streams of light shot up from Zhao Fan's fingertips, turned into threads, wrapped around the three souls, and were crushed into powder in the blink of an eye.
Then, he looked at the ashen-faced Bayilon not far away, and said with the same faint smile: "Drug lord, it's your turn next."
"No, don't kill me." Bayilon fell to his knees and begged, "God, I can give you endless money and stunning beauties!"
"First, I don't lack money. Second, I don't lack beautiful women either." Zhao Fan sneered and said, "What I lack is merit."
"Merit?"
Bailong asked doubtfully: "What is that? Tell me and I will help you find it."
"Killing you will be a meritorious deed." Zhao Fan's eyes revealed a sharp edge as he looked down at the opponent domineeringly.
The Twelve Gods of War have a sea of blood debts and heinous sins. And Bayilon, as the uncrowned king of the Golden Triangle, is one of the world's leading drug lords. Not to mention the number of lives lost, how many families have been indirectly destroyed?
This time he came to rescue Tang Shifei and at the same time earned countless merits. Zhao Fan's smile was brighter than flowers.
"Go around, or kill me..." Bayilon knew that he would not escape death anyway, so he simply stood up, and shouted with a dying struggle: "You guys, shoot, shoot at him, one shot at a time
Bullets can't kill him, but more than a hundred shuttlecocks can definitely beat that Chinese youth into a sieve!"
"Bang bang bang!"
"Ta-da!"
Various gunshots were fired over the canyon like locusts passing through, covering Zhao Fan with great force. The firepower was so dense that it cast large shadows on the ground.
Bayilon even took out two high-explosive grenades and threw them away.
Zhao Fan, on the other hand, stood calmly on the spot. Countless bullets landed half a meter away from him, as if they had hit an invisible shield, and then lost momentum and fell to the ground, forming a pile like a hill.
This was a terrifying number of bullets, many of which missed his body and jumped towards the four flame girls behind him.
However, they were all in the same position in front of them, and they all fell to the ground as if they had hit something.
Zhao Fan raised his hand and flicked Bayilon's two high-explosive grenades twice before they exploded in mid-air. One of the fragments penetrated Bayilon's body without any bias, and he was in pain.
He was rolling on the ground while covering his eyes.
"God, God, spare my life!"
Bayilon's more than one hundred armed men all threw away their firearms and knelt down in unison, raising their hands above their heads. They were desperate. Facing such a powerful and terrifying existence, all their faith and dignity collapsed...
"Begging for mercy is ineffective, die!"
Zhao Fan's voice was like the death sentence. He pointed at the pile of warheads on the ground with one hand, shot it, and then flicked it in three directions.
The warheads flew towards Bayilon's unarmed men wildly.
Almost everyone was shot twice, one in the head and one in the heart, very fair.
Many of their subordinates screamed, and their upper bodies fell down one after another. Their heads were on the ground, and their whole bodies were in a kneeling posture. What amazed the four Lieyan girls was that the direction in which the enemy was kneeling after death finally converged into a focus.