Ren Xiaosu was standing on the rooftop wearing a black poncho, and he could see the shadow of the killer approaching, but he was not panicked.

"Belong to the forces?" Ren Xiaosu looked at the sniper who had already broken his hands and feet: "To be able to install so many people in Los Angeles in advance, it has to be something that a consortium can do, let's say, which consortium does it belong to?"

The sniper was lying on the ground struggling in pain, his headset was greeted by the sound of his teammates asking, and the communication equipment was open, so Ren Xiaosu's voice could also be transmitted through the headset.

Ren Xiaosu squatted beside him and ripped off his headset: "You tell me which consortium you belong to, and I will spare your life." ”

The sniper was breathing heavily from the pain, as if hesitating about something.

"Don't worry, as long as you tell the consortium behind you, I will leave immediately," Ren Xiaosu said, as he spoke, he pinched the broken bone of the sniper's arm, and with just a little force on his two fingers, the already broken bone was actually pinched and shattered.

However, in the next second, the sniper bled to death as soon as he opened his mouth.

Ren Xiaosu was obviously stunned for a moment, isn't this a means of tinder, as long as it is possible to defect, he will die immediately.

Is Tinder going to kill Jiang Xu, obviously Tinder is in danger now.

No, Ren Xiaosu took out a black knife and cut the sniper's chest, only to see a black bug inside tightly hugging the sniper's heart.

Seeing this scene, Ren Xiaosu suddenly felt extremely disgusted.

It's just that when Ren Xiaosu just wanted to pick the bug off with a black knife, the bug turned into a ball of black energy and dissipated.

It's the power of some transcendent to control the dead!

For some reason, when Ren Xiaosu found out that this was not a means of fire, he was a little relieved, after all, those people had just fought against the expeditionary legion.

Which side of the force is it, and why have you never heard of such a transcendent being before?

Yes, how could a transcendent being used to do such a dirty thing be exposed to the sun.

Ren Xiaosu got up and looked down from the rooftop, only to see that the black-clothed killers who were surrounding him were about to arrive downstairs, he picked up the sniper rifle on the rooftop and killed the four nearest killers one after another, and then walked down the stairs calmly.

The gunfire was still hovering in Los Angeles, and all the people of Los Angeles knew that the events caused by Jiang Xu's death were not over, or rather, it was just the beginning.

At least, for Ren Xiaosu, this revenge has just begun.

This time, he did not use Lao Xu, nor did he use any other means, so as not to expose his identity.

Hiding his identity is not for fear of being found for revenge by someone with a heart, but because he is worried that the white mask will appear and scare these people away.

Now, he uses the sound of sniper guns to attract everyone's attention, calmly facing all sieges and dangers, just to kill them all.

It's too troublesome to find and kill them one by one, so let these people go together.

The sky was hazy and gray, just like Ren Xiaosu's mood.

There was no light in the building, and when you walked down the stairs, only a few windows let in a faint light.

Ren Xiaosu shuttled between light and shadow, the black raincoat was like a cloak swaying, light and darkness rotated in his eye sockets, cut with the bridge of his nose as the boundary, as if the light and darkness in his heart were rapidly intertwined.

The moment he walked out of the building, a killer was lying in ambush against the wall of the building, ready to shoot.

The black-clothed killer pulled the trigger the moment he saw Ren Xiaosu, but he only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and Ren Xiaosu just dodged the muzzle of the gun with a flash, and then simply and decisively pressed the killer's cheek with his palm and pushed it towards the wall.

There was a crisp click, and the skull smashed against the wall.

Ren Xiaosu didn't go to see the killer again, but resolutely turned around and left, walking towards Peony Avenue south of Los Angeles.

didn't hide his whereabouts, didn't escape quickly, Ren Xiaosu was like a target that suddenly appeared in Los Angeles, waiting for a sharp arrow to come.

The residents of Los Angeles have all hid in their homes and are afraid to go out, only Ren Xiaosu walks silently on the streets, and the sound of footsteps is also hidden in the dense drizzle.

The black killers flanked from both flanks like wolves, and the crisp sound of bolts being pulled from both sides of the street was faintly heard.

At the moment when they were about to complete the encirclement, Ren Xiaosu suddenly turned towards an obscure alley, and the black-clothed killer inside raised his hand to shoot when he saw Ren Xiaosu.

But he suddenly found that he couldn't press the trigger anymore, because the gun body had been tightly held by Ren Xiaosu.

Then, Ren Xiaosu's left hand poked out like lightning, and the sudden burst of power was transmitted from the arm to the fingers, and then the hard index finger knuckle was used as the landing point, and the sharp tap was accurately hit on the upper left side of the killer's abdominal cavity.

The killer's spleen ruptured, the toughness of the spleen capsule was destroyed in an instant, and a large amount of blood began to fill his internal organs, and he was hopeless, and he would suffer for a long time before he died completely.

The alley is paved with gray tiles, and when rain falls on it, it will flow down the cracks to the ground, and the killer can't make a sound in his mouth, and lies weakly on the ground and gradually loses consciousness.

He could only watch Ren Xiaosu walk away slowly, and the hem of the black poncho disappeared at the next intersection with his footsteps.

The encirclement that hundreds of black-clothed killers had just completed was torn apart so easily.

However, the killers did not give up, they didn't even pay attention to Luo Lan anymore, but went all out to hunt down this murderous teenager who suddenly appeared in Los Angeles.

In their opinion, since Ren Xiaosu did not confront them head-on, it means that although the other party's strength is strong, it is also limited, and it is impossible to confront hundreds of them on his own.

Therefore, thinking of this, the pace of the black-clothed killers accelerated, and the encirclement was reorganized, rushing towards Ren Xiaosu like a big net.

It's just that they have quickened their pace, and Ren Xiaosu has also quickened their pace.

As fast as they were, Ren Xiaosu was as fast as they were, as if they were several parallel lines between them, and they could never get close.

The distance between the black-clothed killers and Ren Xiaosu completely depends on Ren Xiaosu's mood.

Ren Xiaosu was traveling from north to south, he was going to the National Treasure Garden on Peony Avenue, and the killers saw Ren Xiaosu going all the way to the south, and they probably understood the direction of Ren Xiaosu's travel.

The black-clad killer called out to his companion in the headset: "Sniper No. 2, look for a firing position in the south in advance!"

"Sniper?"

"Sniper No. 2?"

At this time, the black-clad killers were stunned to find that their only remaining sniper had disappeared at some point, and his life and death were uncertain.

When Ren Xiaosu walked through the streets of Los Angeles, he suddenly remembered whether Jiang Xu would walk here like him in the past, watching the Luo River cross Los Angeles like a jade belt, looking at the lush Luopu Park, and looking at this world that people love and hate.

Thinking of this, Ren Xiaosu wanted to kill even more.