It all looked so miserable. The entire toilet was destroyed and everything within a kilometer radius was reduced to ruins.
Wang Jian had to restrain himself from this, otherwise, the whole city would be ruined.
He has no scruples, but he cannot act recklessly.
He thought that destroying this island was nothing.
If he really does this, it means that this is his purpose. He doesn't care whether there are people accidentally injured in the process, or tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of people.
Because he knows very well that to achieve certain goals, you have to pay a corresponding price.
The deaths of these people were considered worthy deaths.
Don't they all have the spirit of Bushido? Everyone is buried together, which can be regarded as neat and tidy.
Just like in the Xiuchundao world, Wang Jian still takes those people who were captured and used as slaves on the road.
Because in his opinion, these people deserved to die.
He sympathizes with this and feels sad, but he will never stop.
But this is only when he really wants to do it, he will not stop himself for the sake of some innocent people.
But usually, he would not hurt innocent people unless necessary.
Although these people cannot be said to be innocent, everyone has more or less the blood of sin and deserves to die.
But there is no need to argue with them when it is not necessary.
A strong man does not have to use the lives of innocent people to demonstrate himself. Everyone has their own different personalities and habits.
Wang Jian can sacrifice people who can be sacrificed for his purpose, but it has nothing to do with him anyway.
But when it is not necessary or is not his target, he naturally has to restrain himself and cannot harm outsiders at will.
This is his method, and he doesn't think there's anything wrong with doing it.
This shot of gun light completely destroyed the toilet.
All the Yin Qi was shattered by this shot.
The countless screams and the eerie atmosphere in the sky were all gone, as if they had been cleansed.
Although the sky was dark and still shrouded with murderous intent and murderous aura, the gloomy feeling and violent aura had dissipated a lot.
Wang Jian felt extremely happy and wondered if at this time, if he was the villain, he should laugh wildly.
Looking up at the helicopters in the sky, the troops roaring in the distance, and the looming auras approaching, I knew that tonight's entertainment was far from over.
It just so happens that this country has been unhappy for a long time.
Even if the island is shattered, he still needs to vent his anger first.
What's more, he hasn't decided yet whether he wants to be so cruel.
The m4a1 fired wildly into the sky, bullets piercing the windshield of the cockpit and taking away a few blood splatters.
A helicopter immediately spun around out of control and was about to fall at any moment.
The passenger tried to help, but the bullet still penetrated his body.
Boom!
The helicopter crashed into a building and exploded. The entire upper half of the building was swept away, and the flames were raging into the sky. It looked extremely gorgeous.
Wang Jian stepped forward, shooting as he moved.
Logically speaking, it is impossible for these armed helicopters to be so inferior, and he destroyed so many of them with guns.
However, this is not a very good battlefield.
During the day, it was on the street. Could a helicopter still launch missiles at the ground?
This is a toilet, but it is a "sacred" place in the minds of these people, and they are thinking about walking the path of the dead all the time.
Certain powerful weapons cannot be used.
Wang Jian was looking forward to it. If he found that the toilet had been blown to pieces, he didn't know whether these powerful weapons would directly plow the ground.
The probability is quite high, but I don’t know what kind of news there will be after tomorrow.
In other words, the history of this country is all fabricated, let alone the news.
When the time comes, the blame will definitely be placed on him, even though that is the fact.
Wang Jian's marksmanship is very accurate, mainly because his strength has improved and his perception has become sharper, so he can hit the target even if he doesn't specifically aim.
With this method, the armed helicopters in the sky were easily dealt with.
At this moment, the army also arrived around the toilet, and there was a faint tendency to surround it.
Wang Jian could feel without looking that pairs of men and horses were coming towards this direction, and some teams even drove armored vehicles.
Wang Jian paid no attention to them, but focused his gaze in a certain direction in the distance.
"Your breath is a bit strange, who is it?"
Wang Jian muttered, but his voice reached the roof of the building over there.
There was a man with an ordinary face, who even gave people a slightly ferocious and sinister look.
This guy was wearing a red leather jacket, holding a knife in his hand, and was looking here curiously.
Wang Jian can be sure that the other party's eyes are on him.
When the sound passed, he also looked in another direction.
Kazuo Yamamoto was followed by several people, standing in another corner.
I sensed the other party's arrival at first, but I didn't expect that there were far more people coming to watch than I thought.
Because besides these, there is a group of monks in the other corner.
Wang Jian felt that the most powerful forces in this country should have come here.
He didn't care about the others, but stared at the man in red clothes. He was just a supporting role, so why would he specifically remember it when he was watching it on weekdays?
But after becoming an immortal, his memory improved, and the other party's information quickly appeared in his mind.
"I remembered, you are the Thirteenth, or rather, Luo!"
When it came to the last name, Wang Jian felt very angry.
Once you have seen this mythology, you will have a certain mind set.
In other words, the myths you first hear and see are often the ones you think are the most appropriate.
It's just that in the past, many myths were not widely spread.
But there are also some that are known to everyone and have been deeply rooted in the bone marrow for a long time.
For example, Nuwa mended the sky, Kuafu chased the sun, Zhu Ronggonggong, Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, Dayu controlled the floods, Hou Yi shot the sun, etc., especially the last one, it is logical that Dayi is the one, but I have heard too much about Hou Yi shooting the sun.
It was filled in naturally.
Later, Wang Jian read Honghuangliu novels and became more familiar with other novels.
In his impression, Luo was a ruthless man who could compete with Taoist ancestor Hongjun for sainthood. Even though he failed later, he still founded the demon clan and became a being that Xuanmen monks talked about.
Such strong men, even the saints who later became saints, would not dare to provoke them easily.
And now, this guy in red leather clothes actually dares to call himself Luo.
He even had to be someone else's dog. How humiliating it was for the Demon Ancestor.
It's just a zombie, and it's just after the general. No matter how strong the general is, how strong can he be?
The Drought Lord of the Zombies is no more than a golden immortal at best, and the generals in this world are just dolls raised by the Tathagata Dharma and Guanyin clones.
Wang Jian didn't like Luo, and never thought about having any interactions with him.
Even he was cowardly, after all, it was an extraterrestrial demon. The inner demon that Xuanmen monks always talked about was created by the Demon Ancestor.
Wang Jian instinctively felt displeased that such a clown dared to be called Luo.
He is also an immortal and can hate others, but he must not trample on the dignity of the strong.
Because he also belongs to the strong group, he naturally does not allow others to trample on the strong ones.