Reason told Commissioner Huang that he did not have the ability to aim west and fight east. He should still be more realistic and objective. Isn't the most important thing in life a person to be down-to-earth and recognize himself?
Of course, this so-called rationality was only confirmed after a shot hit Chu Zifeng's long knife.
However, Huang Xiaobei also confirmed the fact that his marksmanship was indeed terrible, because he was clearly aiming at Chu Zifeng's thigh...
Sighing as he reloaded the magazine, Commissioner Huang was in a melancholy mood. To be honest, before he touched the gun, he still had high expectations for his marksmanship. He always felt that he could sweep the floor with such excellent marksmanship.
It won't be that bad.
I don't know how he came to this conclusion.
But such a cruel reality can not help but make the special correspondent very frustrated. He always feels that if there is nothing unexpected in his life, he can only become a cleaning talent and shine in the field of environmental protection and sanitation.
Retreat thousands of armies with a smile, destroy everything with a palm? Well, it's better to dream, anything can be achieved.
"Qianqian, help me suppress them!"
The bullets in Brother Maozi's Gatling are about to be exhausted, but without Gatling's terrifying fire suppression, the dozens of intact monsters on the opposite side will rush over in an instant. At this time, someone must replace his bullets.
Suppress the monsters' attack beforehand.
The little girl said oh, she also knew the importance, so she quickly ran over to help with the rifle, Commissioner Huang? Then there is no need to count on the elder brother. He was holding the rifle and was thinking about how to change the ammunition and clip...
Soon, Brother Mao Zi finished changing the bullets neatly, but just as he was about to rejoin the battle, Brother Mao Zi suddenly noticed a figure slowly emerging from the ground in front of Huang Xiaobei.
"Senior, in front of you!"
"What did you say?" Huang Xiaobei, who was thinking about how to change the magazine, looked up in confusion. The next second, what caught his eyes was a handsome and innocent face.
Looking at this person who appeared in front of him at some point, Huang Xiaobei touched his chin and looked at him strangely.
"Eh? This brother looks so familiar. Have we seen each other before? Oh, I think about it now. Isn't this Senior Randall? By the way, Senior Randall, you stand in front of me and do it.
What?"
Looking at the pale face and empty pupils of Randall in front of him, Commissioner Huang was not nervous at all. Instead of kneeling down immediately and shouting, "Daddy, don't eat me," he said arrogantly, "Senior Randall, come on, come on,
Please excuse me and don't stop me from practicing my marksmanship. After all, this opportunity is relatively rare. Apart from playing games, I have never had such a good time playing with a gun."
Seeing that Randall was still standing in front of him, staring straight at him, Huang Xiaobei slapped his forehead suddenly, "Oh oh oh, I understand, what the hell, Ka Papi is behind me, senior, you are looking for him
Please go ahead, you don’t have to worry about me, don’t worry, as long as your devil party can win, I will sneak over and surrender."
It's hard to imagine that the cowardly Commissioner Huang dared to talk to Randall who had become a blood servant so recklessly, talking nonsense in a swaggering tone, as if he was chatting with a passerby.
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If it were Karl and Chu Zifeng who talked to Randall so easily, it wouldn't be surprising, after all, their strength lies there.
But if it was Huang Xiaobei, that would be a bit strange, after all, the strength is there.
In fact it's not that complicated.
Huang Xiaobei is not afraid of Randall. It's actually very simple. It's sad to say that because the special commissioner feels that he can't stand in the eyes of the devil's party at all, so he doesn't need to worry about what Randall will do to him, not to mention that he doesn't
That's very clear.
I am just a grassroots, I will fall wherever the wind blows. If you are strong enough, I will surrender with the white flag right now.
Furthermore, from Huang Xiaobei's point of view, how could someone as powerful as Senior Randall come to trouble him? Not to mention how arrogant Karl's grandson is now, starting to chase the blood servant with two broken guns.
Doesn't this arrogant guy deserve a beating more than he does?
So don't be afraid, the strong have their own dignity and will not attack the weak.
"Senior, senior, please step aside. My marksmanship is not accurate, so don't hurt you. We are all a family after all. In my opinion, from now on, either the Secret Party will be gone, or the Demonic Party will be dead.
Yes, the boss must die, like Karl, and the one with a cramp in the head must die, like Karl, but what does that have to do with us? Why do we have to beat them so hard, right?"
Clinton in the distance smiled and shook his head.
"Is it wise to be foolish?"
Xiaolan rolled her eyes.
"Obviously he is afraid of death. How can he get any wisdom? Besides, no matter how powerful a person like him is, he will always be a nobody."
Clinton didn't say anything, which was regarded as acquiescence, but for them, this was good news.
No matter how powerful he is, Huang Xiaobei, who can only be a nobody in this life, is indeed what they want to see.
At this time, Randall, who was listening to Huang Xiaobei's nonsense, finally had a reaction.
Slowly raising his head, he silently stared at Huang Xiaobei's very handsome but extremely mean face for a long time. The next moment, a short knife appeared in Randall's hand, and in an instant, it was pointed at Huang Xiaobei's head.
Cut down horizontally.
"Fuck me, you're going to fall out just like that!"
"brush!"
Randall cut off the rifle that Huang Xiaobei subconsciously raised with one knife. Without any pause, he quickly changed his moves and slashed towards Huang Xiaobei's neck!
This sword was as fast as lightning, and it was accompanied by a roaring sound that broke through the air. Even Chu Zifeng would secretly nod his head and express his appreciation when he saw this sword.
Their outstanding abilities cover up their own strength, but in fact, the elites of Vanzhuo Academy have never been people who only rely on their abilities to fight! All of them have extremely excellent fighting skills, not to mention Randall.
During his lifetime, he was an instructor in the North American branch who was responsible for training newcomers' fighting abilities.
There is no doubt that Huang Xiaobei couldn't dodge this knife, because the knife was too fast, because it was Randall who swung the knife, and because he was too close to Huang Xiaobei.
But a shocking scene happened. At the critical moment, Commissioner Huang, whose legs were weak in time, was so frightened that he sat down on the ground with a bang when facing the roaring long knife, and he just managed to hide.
The knife passed over the head, how can one be so unreasonable!
Good guy, this guy Karl Chu Zifeng relied on his physical skills and brains to evade the attack. When he got to his old man's place, it was all about luck!
Looking at the knife across his head, Commissioner Huang, who was sitting on the ground, was so moved that he almost cried.
"What a coincidence!"
Even Clinton, who was watching the battle from across the street, almost had his eyes popping out when he saw Commissioner Huang's luckless evasion skills.
"This luck... is really, really, really like shit."
Obviously, the knife he was absolutely sure of just now did not hit Huang Xiaobei, which made Randall, who became a blood servant, feel a little surprised. But soon, another knife struck down, and it went straight to the top of Huang Xiaobei's head.
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"Holy shit!"
The special correspondent screamed strangely, made his arms and legs together, and was so frightened that he crawled away, narrowly escaping the knife.
"Kapapi, help me!!" the special correspondent shouted for help.
Karl, who once again smashed the head of the female blood servant and left two bloody holes in her chest, heard the screams from Huang Xiaobei behind him and couldn't help but turn his head and look.
Then he smiled and turned his head.
"Senior, please come on."
"Damn it, you dare not save me! I... Hey, hey, senior Randall, senior Randall, why are you targeting me? I don't want to let you go either.
I didn’t offend you, did I? By the way, do you have the nerve to take me as your opponent? You should go find trouble with Ka Papi or Chu scumbag, they are on the same level of strength as you!"
Huang Xiaobei, who was rolling and crawling to escape, collapsed and shouted. In just six or seven seconds, Commissioner Huang really tried his best to avoid the pursuing long knife behind him.
At the same time, Huang Xiaobei also expressed his disdain for Randall's behavior of picking on weaklings!
"What a fucking bastard, you know how to bully me! You were probably not a good person when you were alive! Sooner or later... I didn't go to this knife too fast! Grandma, what the hell are you doing?
If you have the ability, don't hold a knife! If you have the ability, let me use my hands and legs again, I will beat you to death!"
While he was running away and cursing, suddenly, a lightning-like spherical object suddenly hit Huang Xiaobei's face, knocking him over.
"Hey, let me go, what the hell is this?!"
Being knocked to the ground by something, Commissioner Huang was furious, thinking that it was Chu Zifeng or Carl who threw a hidden weapon to sneak up on him, so that Randall behind him could chop him.
But the next second, Huang Xiaobei opened his eyes and was instantly confused.
At this moment, six bloody fingers appeared in front of him, plus a roaring blood servant's head.
Huang Xiaobei was knocked down by that head just now.
Looking at the six fingers beating in front of him and the head of the blood servant with a mouth full of terrifying fangs that was howling crazily at him, the special correspondent was so frightened that his whole body shivered.
It was the head of a middle-aged man, but he must have been a patient during his lifetime, because there were deep dark circles around his eye sockets, and his cheeks were also sunken to an unimaginable level. His face was gray and pale, and he looked sickly.
But no matter what he was like in life, he is now a terrifying blood servant!
"howl--!"
The bloody head faced the night sky, roared loudly, then jumped quickly, and jumped directly towards Huang Xiaobei with six fingers.
"Help!!"
Seeing the ferocious head rushing towards him, the panicked Commissioner Huang subconsciously raised his foot and kicked it. As a result, the head bit hard on the toe of his shoe. Fortunately, he was wearing these travel shoes.
It's strong enough, otherwise if he bites it off, his toes will be bitten off.
The head bit Huang Xiaobei's feet tightly and refused to let go. The six bloody fingers jumped on Huang Xiaobei's face, yanking his eyeballs hard, and two more went to poke his nostrils.
"I'm going, I'm going, I'm going!"
The special correspondent pulled hard on the fatal fingers on his face, finally pulled one off, and replaced another one. At the same time, the head biting his shoe also howled like crazy, trying desperately to
Bite through Huang Xiaobei's worn travel shoes and taste Huang Xiaobei's feet...
Just when Huang Xiaobei was about to collapse after being tortured by the mutilated limbs of these blood servants, Randall slowly stood behind him, gazing without any emotion at Huang Xiaobei who collapsed and screamed in front of him.
After watching indifferently for a moment, the next moment, the short knife was raised, aimed at Huang Xiaobei's head and chopped off hard!
"Bang!" A sudden gunshot sounded, interrupting the dagger that Randall had chopped off. Then, a big hand appeared from behind and hooked his neck fiercely.
Karl suddenly appeared and grabbed Randall's neck from behind. The next moment, the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against Randall's back.
"Bang bang bang!"
Six shots in a row, the Desert Eagle's terrifying firepower instantly blasted a terrifying blood hole into Randall's back. Through the wound, one could even vaguely see the riddled hole inside, but it was still
In a strong beating heart!
Six shots blasted away Randall's body. Karl, whose chest was full of Randall's blood, didn't pause at all. He directly put a hand mine that had been prepared in his palm and pressed it into the terrifying blood hole in Randall's back chest.
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The next moment, Karl kicked Randall in the air and kicked him out. Almost at the same moment as Randall flew out, Karl's pure silver desert eagle in his left hand quickly raised and aimed at Randall's wound.
The hand that hit the mine pulled the trigger.
"boom--!"
A huge explosion sounded, and the grenade that Carl sent into Randall's heart exploded directly in the air. The scorching flames and terrifying explosion completely turned the senior of the North American branch into ashes.
Looking at the rain of blood in the sky, Karl smiled slightly, with a hint of pride in the smile on his face.
But the next second, the smile on Karl's face disappeared, and the blood all over his body almost stagnated!
Because that burly figure, because that figure that had been unresponsive, turned its attention to him at that moment. (To be continued)