205 Screaming Death
"I'm afraid it's not as simple as modifying firearms. A lazy mature girl rubbed her fair face and lightly admonished everyone, "I don't know if you feel it, but when those corpses exploded into fireworks, I smelled strangely the salty smell of the sea and the strange smell of wine." Don't you think it's weird?"
"That's the smell of rum!" The yin owl man immediately added with an ugly face, and said in a low voice, "Madam, what you said is very right, if it is **, it is impossible for the corpse to be shattered so completely, and it actually bursts into a blood mist." β
"Yes, there is no smell of **** at all, and there is no smell of sulfur or burning! If it was a big explosion, some of the flesh would have been burned. In that case, we will definitely be able to smell it. β
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"Nani?"
Countless people began to gossip, and many people's faces became strange and frightened.
"Zhou Qiang is likely to be a person with strange abilities, and people like him are also the most difficult to deal with in the world. The lazy girl sighed, and then said very angrily, "The description of his information on the ghost network doesn't mention this at all! That means that the Qi family who rewarded Zhou Qiang is a major mistake!"
"Perhaps, it's just that his AK-47 is weird. β
"Zhou Qiang has a magical weapon in his hands, or he has a strange ability. We, ordinary mortals, are delusional in our desire to hunt him down, it's really ...... Kill yourself!" Someone roared, his heart full of anger at being played.
At this moment, under the unfinished building, there was a familiar gunshot.
The sweet smell of rum reached everyone's nostrils.
All the killers changed color, and instinctively looked at the place where the noise appeared, only to see two more killers burst into a mist of blood in the sky, fluttering and sprinkling.
Zhou Qiang, who was holding the golden AK in his arms, was standing by the street lamp at the bottom of the building, smiling weirdly, making an arrogant gesture of cutting his throat at all the killers on the roof, and then escaped into the shadows before the bullets of the counterattack arrived.
Night falls.
The darkness did not provide any sense of security to the killers, and everyone felt creepy.
Zhou Qiang didn't flee, he came back...... This bloodthirsty demon!" one of the killers cried out in fear as he nearly broke down, "he must be holding a grudge against us for beating him and trying to break us down one by one." The night will be his best cover, and he will hunt all of us with his own strength!"
This sentence is also the common idea of all killers.
They never imagined that in the past, only they were responsible for assassinating others, but today, the prey has become the most clever hunter, treating them as a good meal on a plate!
"Must be evacuated!" the lazy girl said abruptly, "He is only one person after all, his strength is limited, and he lacks skills. This is his strongest strength and his biggest weakness. There are so many of us that we will flee in all directions, and he will only be able to chase down two or three at most. But if we all stay here, he'll be able to hunt us all down so easily!"
"Run, run, run!"
After only ten seconds, the killers reached a consensus, they are not knights, nor are they some big people with heads and faces, there is no need to care about face, so simply fleeing neatly is the best policy.
As a result, the menacing killers scattered as birds and beasts, and soon all escaped completely.
At the same time, the ghost network has also received a large number of complaints, all from the killers who carried out the mission.
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Aegean Sea.
Lighthouse Cottage.
Uncle Ghost was comfortably grinding coffee beans and munching on delicious oysters, browsing the news from the ghost network by the way.
However, after a moment, he was dumbfounded.
"What's the matter?"
Because in just 10 minutes, a large number of killer feedback and complaints flooded the backstage of the ghost king, and he also received a lot of angry station letters, which were full of raging anger at the Qi family's grass and people's lives and deliberately trapping the killers.
"Heh, I didn't expect this kid Zhou Qiang to be so beautiful. Uncle Ghost closed his mouth wide open, and the shock just now almost dislocated his jaw.
He also understood Zhou Qiang's strategy almost instantly, he wanted to use the killers' terrifying casualty rate to achieve the conditions for the ghost network to withdraw the mission, and also put pressure on the Qi family through the fear of the killers.
"It's kind of interesting, it seems that that AK-47 is quite easy to use. Uncle Ghost crossed his fingers and looked at a half-breed girl with delicate and picturesque eyebrows on the other side of the hut, with a deep sense of awe in his eyes, "Miss Tia, the black witchcraft firearms you provided me are indeed extraordinary, just 24 hours have passed, and Zhou Qiang, who received the goods, easily broke the siege of the ghost net killers. β
"That's rightfully so. The girl bowed her head slightly and smiled faintly, "It's just that I'm curious, Uncle Jack, that AK-47 can be said to be my proud work, a birthday gift I gave you on your 60th birthday, and a souvenir of our Bosumian witch family working with you for 20 years." You actually gave it directly to a hairy boy. You know, if that black magic firearm were to appear in an underground auction house, the final price would probably be around $500 million. And you, you actually gave it to him?"
"I suspected that he was your illegitimate child, but I soon discovered that you are of orthodox Aryan descent, and that he is a decent Chinese, 100% pure-blooded Chinese, and there is no way that you are related by blood. A smile tugged at the corner of Tia's lips, and she looked at Zhou Qiang's photo with interest, "Why do you take such good care of him?"
Uncle Ghost smiled faintly, did not answer Tiya's question directly, and did not tell her that Zhou Qiang was "Q".
"Zhou Qiang, if there is revenge, it will be avenged, and if there is kindness, it will be repaid. Uncle Ghost said calmly, "Therefore, any investment in him will eventually get ten times his return." So, you don't have to worry about losing money. β
"It's worthy of being the old-timer who knows how to do business the most in the killer world. Tia's beautiful and delicate face showed a hint of appreciation, "I remember that all the people you invested in, Uncle Ghost, eventually rose in the dark world without exception and became big shots. So...... I'm thinking about whether to give this Zhou Qiang some help to win his favor?"
Uncle Ghost shrugged: "That's your private matter, Miss Tia, and I won't give any advice." β
"Heh, the words are still so leaky, no wonder he can stand tall as the owner of the ghost net. You know, your ghost net is coveted by many people. Those careerists are desperately searching for your whereabouts, trying to wrest the supremacy of the ghost web from you. Tia said.
Uncle Ghost smiled indifferently: "A few clowns who jumped off the beam also wanted to seize the ghost network that I had worked hard for many years and finally established a reputation? Besides, Miss Tia, I'm sure the Bohemians must be on my side, aren't they?"
"Of course, the cooperation between the Bohemian family and you has always been a win-win, and it is very rare for us to have no prejudice against our witch family and get along very well. Tiya said with a straight face, once again expressing their family's attitude.
"Oh, then why did you come back to me?" Uncle Ghost poured Tia a full glass of red wine from the Zurich estate, which was more expensive than the '82 Lafite, and belonged to the royal family.
Tiya said solemnly: "Don't you think it's very strange? Why am I, who is not yet 30 years old, able to make that AK called 'Dark Demon'? The manufacture of witchcraft firearms is very complicated, and often only a master of about 50 years old can have a small probability of success. β
"I think Miss Tia is a genius. Uncle Ghost complimented.
Tia laughed wildly, her long scarlet hair on her shawl exuded an indescribable strong temptation, and her trembling breasts could be described as tearing out of her clothes, seducing her soul.
"Thank you for the compliment, but unfortunately I know my level very well. I'm not the genius you call me, and it's a pure accident that I became a 'dark demon'. Tia frowned and said solemnly, "The reason why I was able to succeed is because the threshold for making witchcraft firearms has been lowered!"
"Huh?" Uncle Ghost was stunned and asked confusedly, "Your Bohemian family has made progress in witchcraft research, so the technical threshold has been lowered?
"No, the Posumian family's sorcery firearms manufacturing technology has been stagnant for 50 years, and nothing has changed. Tia smiled wryly, and the conversation changed, "However, times have changed, do you understand? Originally, there was a lack of witchcraft energy in this world, and that was the main reason that hindered us from making witchcraft firearms. However, when I created the 'dark demon', I didn't feel that kind of difficulty. β
Uncle Ghost's color changed, and his eyes burst into a bright glow.
"Looks like Mr. Jack is aware of that, too. Tia crossed her fingers and smiled.
"Definitely. β
Uncle Ghost didn't hide it, looking at the deep starry sky, his eyes flashing with wisdom: "I feel that the aura that was originally lacking in heaven and earth seems to have increased. It's just that this is a very important event, and I don't dare to jump to conclusions. But if it's true, I'm afraid...... It's going to change!"
Tia's beautiful eyes flashed with intense longing: "Yes, if the mysterious energy on the earth, that is, the aura in your mouth, becomes a little more, we witchcraft families hidden in the darkness, the ancient martial arts families in the east, the onmyoji of the Japanese kingdom, and the supreme council of the west will all be greatly benefited by this! β
"At that time, on your ghost network, I'm afraid that those famous ruthless characters such as 'Q', 'A', 'K', 'Z' will have to move backwards. Some truly strong people will become the king of killers. Tia said jokingly.
"Mortals retreat, monsters rise. Uncle Ghost spit out eight words, and there was only a light breeze between his eyebrows, "We just need to wait and see what happens, and go with the flow." β
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The night was like smoke.
Unfinished building.
Zhou Qiang indifferently dragged the three corpses back and inserted them directly into the iron fence, which was the result of his one-night tail-end pursuit, and three more unlucky eggs were killed.
Then, he stuck the rest of the killer's corpses, all on the iron fence.
When he was done, he clapped his hands, turned around and sneaked into a small hotel around the corner, and unknowingly came to a small room with no one and began to rest.
Wait until dawn the next day.
Those killers who had just arrived in Yanjing City all trembled and saw an incomparably spectacular scene: those famous killers, like pig's heads hanging from a butcher in a butcher's shop, were all ** on the iron fence one by one.
The corpses were stiff, mostly broken, but the skulls were intact.
And they still have a terrifying fear on their faces.