So that in just one tenth of a second, he brought a series of sound barrier clouds to completely penetrate the building from top to bottom.
No steel or concrete, at this speed and intensity, will be stronger than soap bubbles.
So all of a sudden, all the floors of the building were completely filled with layers of terrifying bursts of sound and chaotic airflow.
All the human beings spread across these layers of buildings were like pieces of fragile tissue paper, instantly torn into pieces of large and small limbs by these sound waves and turbulent currents, mixed with pouring blood and rain.
It filled the surrounding walls and floors.
As for Yan Qingyang, who had emptied the entire building with one move, he had already walked out of the big hole he had made in the lobby on the first floor. He left the slowly collapsing building slowly and quickly, heading towards the outside.
Walk to Casino Street.
At this time, the streets a little further around the building were already filled with a large number of onlookers.
They looked at the building that was filled with billowing smoke and had even begun to collapse slowly, and they all exclaimed:
"Kisses!"
"Omega's!"
"Wortfalk! What happened to this building?!"
"Is there a fire?"
Just when the onlookers were panicking, a tall figure slowly walked out of the large swath of smoke and dust and walked in front of them.
It is Yan Qingyang himself.
Without waiting for any reaction from the people, he walked into the crowd and grabbed a short, fat bearded man. He spread his palms and grasped the person's head tightly, and began to search for memories.
"Ahhh!"
The bearded man was drilled back and forth in his brain by Yan Qingyang's mental power unscrupulously, and he couldn't help but scream, "Help...Help! Someone help me!"
Faced with this unexpected incident, the crowd around him was frightened by his ferocious expression and dispersed. No one dared to step forward to rescue him.
And Yan Qingyang, who had gone through all the memories in the bearded man's mind in a short period of time, the confusion in his eyes became less and less.
He finally had a general understanding of this world.
"Hogwarts star...cars...airplanes...magical technology...cell phones...computers...homo sapiens...six continents and four oceans...the United States of Magic...right governance...World War II...Magic Network...Magic Fed...Oil...Fox TV station...
The Moon…the Milky Way…the observable universe…”
At this moment, Yan Qingyang finally knew where he was.
It's a place called the United States of Magic on the planet Hogwarts.
This is an extremely "free" country that is the strongest on the planet in terms of military, economy, science and culture.
Internally, the people are infinitely divided and exploited in the name of "freedom" and by various means.
Externally, it also uses the name of "freedom" and more means to carry out endless oppression and bullying against other countries.
"Since this country is so free, it should..."
Yan Qingyang casually dropped the bearded white man with bleeding from all his orifices, grinned and said, "You won't stop me from killing people freely, will you?"
He has gradually discovered.
In the successive killings, as the more he vented his murderous desire, more memories emerged from his mind, and the more power he gained.
"So what are you waiting for?"
Yan Qingyang looked around at the white and black people far and near, and smiled, "All of them die!"
After saying that, he looked up to the sky and shouted: "Gan!!!"
boom--
Suddenly, an extremely violent and violent sound wave field centered on Yan Qingyang, roaring and agitating in all directions.
Dozens of Molijian people who were closer didn't even make a sound, they just exploded on the spot into large pieces of blood and flesh, and no bones were left behind.
Those who were further away were wailing and howling in pain, their faces twisted and limp to the ground, and blood was gurgling from all their pores as their whole bodies trembled. In the end, no one survived either.
As for those who were farther away, their eardrums were shattered, their eyes and noses were bleeding, and they collapsed on the ground and died with their internal organs collapsing.
So Yan Qingyang killed thousands of people with just one roar.
But there are only such a small number of people, and they are still ignorant and stupid.
Therefore, Yan Qingyang could only let out a little bit of his murderous intention. A few memory fragments appeared in his mind, and his overall strength was only increased ten times, which was unable to satisfy his boundless murderous desire.
Therefore, Yan Qingyang narrowed his eyes, a cold light burst out, and shouted ferociously:
“It’s boring, it’s too boring, the quantity is small and the quality is poor.
Without resistance and struggle, without despair and wailing, such killing... is meaningless!"
After saying that, he turned his head and looked into the distance, looking at a small city thousands of miles away.
There is Washington City, the seat of the White Demon Palace, the highest authority of Morijian.
Yan Qingyang suddenly thought of an idea.
That is... simply seize the position of the great commander of Demon Li Jian, occupy the white demon palace as his lair, and then whip the world to crush the whole world.
Just do it if you think of it.
Yan Qingyang was about to soar into the sky and rush to the distant White Magic Palace of Washington.
But at this moment, a group of local Las Vegas Auror police detectives drove up in black and white crystal cars and surrounded Yan Qingyang inside and outside.
"Hands up!"
"You are under arrest!"
As soon as these Aurors got out of the car, they raised their pistols and yelled at Yan Qingyang, completely treating him like a black man from the slums.
This made Yan Qingyang very unhappy.
So he immediately stopped, his eyes turned scarlet red, and he shot a laser eye at an Auror's head.
Chirp——
In a flash of scorching light, most of the Auror's head was evaporated, exposing his steaming blood-red brain, and then he collapsed to the ground limply.
All the Aurors present who witnessed this scene were stunned and stunned.
No...how can this suspect still have laser eyes?!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! That’s not what I said on the phone just now!
Before these Aurors could continue to say or do anything, Yan Qingyang, who was impatient, immediately scanned the laser eyes horizontally.
Swish swish swish——
Under the sweep of the red light, all the Aurors immediately followed suit. Each one of them was reduced to half their height, wailing or screaming, and began to make the most painful struggle before death.
Yan Qingyang, on the other hand, randomly picked a crystal car, got in, and drove away in a crooked manner.
Coincidentally, just when he had driven a few hundred meters away, the phone in the car started ringing.
Yan Qingyang picked up the phone curiously, and then heard a steady voice coming from inside:
"Jerry Auror, the headquarters received a call for help. In an apartment on Elm Street about three miles away from where you are, there is a couple holding a gun due to emotional entanglements. You are going there with the Angel Auror.
Take care of it in case the situation becomes worse."
"O~K~" Yan Qingyang responded with a strange smile, and then hung up the phone.
He suddenly didn't want to go to Washington so soon, he wanted to... have some fun in this city before talking about it.
Three miles away, in front of the Elm Street Apartments.
"You damn bastard! Damn Fuck!"
A white woman with glasses and messy hair raised her gun high and pointed it at a tall, thin black woman covered in tattoos who was hiding behind the corner of a wall dozens of meters away and screamed:
"When I went out to buy a pack of towels, I met five fucking bitches who slept with you! Go to hell!"
As she roared, she opened fire and fired several bullets.
Bang bang bang!!
The wall was hit with debris flying.
The thin black woman was also frightened and screamed repeatedly, then she raised her gun and said loudly:
"Oh, my baby, you know, the person I love most in this world is you. Those bitches are lying. They are all lying to you. I don't know them at all!"
"Fake Squid!" The bespectacled woman spat and cursed loudly, "Do you think I will still believe you?"
Just as the two were fighting fiercely, Yan Qingyang drove a crystal car to this place.
He opened the car door, smoothed the large Auror costume he had found somewhere, put his hands on his hips and asked with a smile:
"This lady, this... oh, this is also madam, what happened between you? It's so bad to have such a bad relationship with each other in the street."
Yan Qingyang's attitude is very gentle, but the two women, black and white, are completely opposite.
When the bespectacled girl saw him, she immediately frowned, covered her mouth and nose, and said in disgust:
"Oh God, the man is here, full of male hormones...it smells so good."
The black girl with tattoos was also extremely arrogant and shouted at Yan Qingyang from a distance:
"Hey, White Ghost Auror, drive your shabby car and get away quickly. We don't need the intervention of your little toothpick here. It's too thin, you know."
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk~"
Yan Qingyang shook his head and laughed, "It's really unfriendly."
While laughing, he snatched the bespectacled girl's pistol, pointed it between her eyebrows, and shot her.
The woman fell to the ground and died instantly.
Then Yan Qingyang returned to the car, stepped on the accelerator and crashed into the black woman who was stunned by the corner.
"You lunatic from Omaiga!"
When the woman saw this, she screamed and hurriedly ran down the street.
How can a person's legs be compared with a motor vehicle?
That's why she ran for more than ten meters when Yan Qingyang caught up with her car and knocked her to the ground.
Then, Yan Qingyang laughed and drove the car, crushing her back and forth, until the black woman was crushed until she could no longer see her human form and then stopped.
Coincidentally, the phone in the car rang again:
"Jerry Auror, please report the status of the case."
"It's been taken care of."
Yan Qingyang picked up the phone and said with a smile, "These two people will never shoot each other with guns in the street again, I promise."
"OK." The other end of the phone praised, "Jerry Auror, your case handling efficiency is very efficient, which is good.
By the way, the headquarters just received another reporting call.
They say there are some Mexican guys selling pills outside the Crystal Lake Hotel, about four miles away from where you are. Go and warn them."
"OK, I'm very happy." Yan Qingyang put down the phone with a smile, turned the steering wheel and slowly left, leaving only two bloody corpses lying on the ground.
after a while.
Four miles away, in the back alley of the Crystal Lake Hotel.
In the damp and narrow alley, corpses were already lying on the ground.
There were only two 'lucky ones' paralyzed in the corner, hanging on for breath.
"What am I going to do with you two?"
Yan Qingyang stood in front of two old Mo's, one fat and one thin, stroking his chin and said.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up: "Yes."
Yan Qingyang looked at one of them, the fat old Mo, and his voice suddenly became deep and strange:
"After accepting my order, all your life potential will be stimulated, and your body and strength will increase tenfold."
Buzz——
Suddenly, the fat old Mo, who was covered in blood, turned pale as a sheet.
However, his physique and condition strangely doubled several times, and he jumped up from the ground as if he had received ten injections of stimulants and stood firmly on the ground.
This weird scene shocked another skinny old Mo not far away so much that his eyes were as big as bells.
"very good."
At this moment, Yan Qingyang spoke again, "Now..."
He looked at Fat Old Mo, who had empty eyes: "Use your head to explode his penis, use all your strength."
When he said this, Yan Qingyang pointed his finger at the thin old Mo lying on the ground.
Thin Old Mo: "???"
"Walterfuck!" the old Mo shouted in great horror, "What the hell are you talking about?!"
But as soon as he said this, Fat Old Mo ran up to him and slapped him hard in the face.
Thin old Mo fainted and fell to the ground.
Then... Fat Old Mo started to take off his pants.
Yan Qingyang, on the other hand, had already turned around and walked out of the alley.
However, he did not sit back in the car immediately, but stood there and waited quietly for a while.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
Suddenly, a scream full of pain and despair came from deep in the alley behind Yan Qingyang.
"Ah oh God! Help... ah help me... help ah ah ah!!"
As time went by, the screams became louder and louder, and the emotions became more and more intense.
Finally, after reaching a level, the screams turned into roars, then into wails, and then into cries.
After just a few minutes, there were no more screams and cries, only the terrifying sounds of tearing flesh and bones and shattering bones could be heard faintly.
"Perfect~"
After listening to all this, Yan Qingyang sighed with admiration in a low voice, bent down and got into the car, stepped on the accelerator and left slowly.
But just as Yan Qingyang was preparing to complete his next mission, an all-black vehicle with the word "FBI" on it stopped in front of him.
"Hello, Mr. Daxi Wang."
An agent in a suit quickly stepped out of the black car. With a very respectful smile, he walked to Yan Qingyang's car window with utmost humility, bent down and said sincerely:
"On behalf of the Molijian Baimo Palace, I would like to extend my highest greetings to you.
At the same time, Commander Morijian wants to invite you to dinner and have a deep talk with you, you see..."
"I don't like eating."
Yan Qingyang looked the detective up and down and said with a smile, "I like killing people."
The detective was so shocked by his strange gaze that he broke into a cold sweat. He tried his best to hold back the fear in his heart and said with a smile:
"Then...then, the leading student of Tatong wants to hold a wonderful killing show for you. Look...look..."
"Are you sincere?" Yan Qingyang smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go."
