Only Feng Zilong's resolute pace has not changed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

One step at a time, without hesitation.

This is the baptism of life.

This is a hymn to life.

No one dared to face such a behemoth in front of him like him.

And until now, he, like Zhao Min behind him, didn't see what the monster in the fog looked like. Even if he died, he would die a heroic death, and if he wanted to live, he would have to live a shocking life.

He raised his gun.

The gun seemed almost nothing against the shadow of the huge monster, and he, too, could be ignored by the monster, because in its eyes, he was the size of a sesame seed.

With one kick, it trampled him to pieces.

But he was not timid.

Timidity, not his character.

Courage is his nature.

Kill!

With the long roar rolling out of his throat, the bullet with his hopes and dreams spun out of the chamber and whistled towards the behemoth.

The stone enters the sea, and the water waves are not prosperous.

The bullet sank into the behemoth, and the blood did not splash.

The behemoth is still the same as I have walked all the way, with an awe-inspiring expression and a terrifying momentum.

Kill or not?

Kill again!

Feng Zilong, who was not afraid, gritted his teeth and pulled the plate machine again.

Trumpet!

The whistling bullets roared with rage, all the way to the behemoth's body.

The bullet disappears.

The whistling sound disappeared.

The behemoth is still there.

But Feng Zilong took a step back. What kind of monster is this? The bullet hit it, and it didn't bleed a drop. Does it have no body at all? Because only an imaginary thing without a body will not bleed!

It must not be. Because if this view is true, then one of the propositions that we are studying in philosophy -- that matter determines consciousness -- is a false proposition, because consciousness also exists in concrete forms.

The behemoth in front of you, this behemoth that is not afraid of bullets, should be the support of this theory.

Fuck, there are such monsters in the world that can't be killed, and even more so can't be defeated.

If you can't kill it, you have to kill it.

Feng Zilong inserted the gun into the holster, pulled out a homemade bomb, pulled off the pull ring, and threw it at the monster. Don't underestimate his bomb, this is a terrifyingly powerful bomb, because the bomb he developed has an explosion yield of 100 kilograms. The bomb he threw at the monster at this moment was equivalent to the power of a hundred kilograms of explosives.

Not to mention a monster, even a mountain will be carried up into the sky by this bomb.

Rumble!

The air wave generated by the explosion of the bomb directly shook Feng Zilong to the ground, and even Zhao Min in the distance could not avoid it. Of course, he did the corresponding treatment when he developed this bomb, otherwise as soon as it exploded, not to mention him Feng Zilong, even Zhao Min in the distance would be blown into pieces.

It can be seen that Feng Zilong himself is a master of explosives.

Only a master of demolition like him can research this kind of self-made bomb with a controlled yield.

The stones and clods on the ground burst into the sky with the sound of explosions, and they exploded all over the sky, and it looked like a rain of stones, and the scene was spectacular.

But when Han Feng Zilong raised his head, the whole person froze on the spot.

Oh my God, the monster that was blown in half wasn't dead.

The blood it shed turned the ground red. The bloodless stones are full of small flowers as delicate as blood. Stone blossoms and horses give birth to horns, this is a phrase that people used to say when they bet that time is long gone. What this means is that your dreams may not come true after time has passed, or waiting for someone to wait for the stone to blossom and not wait for him or her.