At this time, it was the time to get off work and eat at noon, and men and women in work clothes were walking on the asphalt road, and the crowd was endless. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It is already close to the pedestrian street, and there are a lot of snacks and people on the street, even in the hot noon.

Two or three kilometers away from them, a building was on fire, someone heard an explosion, and someone stopped to look over there while standing on the street.

Before the news came out, the pedestrians standing on the street did not know what was happening, and from time to time there were police cars and an ambulance with a cross carved on it, and someone said, 'That gas exploded.'" ’

In the middle of the crowd, Griffith saw a middle-aged man in leather shorts step over a watermelon stall on the side of the road and approach this way.

The man had white, rough skin, a typical Norse, and the pockets of his shorts were bulging, presumably armed.

When Griffith spotted him, the man happened to be looking this way.

Griffith blinked in the gap between the four eyes, and then he pulled out his gun......

"Bang!"

The human body fell in response, and the men and women who were busy with their lives beside the big demon were startled by the loud noise, and then reacted, and the screams and chaos diffused.

The people on the Genma side also heard the gunshots, and these people showed the qualities of the Genma side elite during this time, and they followed the trajectory and tried to surround them.

However, the flow of people was turbulent, as if sailing against the current, and some people were squeezed to take a step back. Immediately, in the center of the crowd, there was another 'bang' gunshot, followed by two 'bangs, bangs'.

Someone shouted 'kill people, kill people pull ......', and panic spread even more in small places. Griffith squeezed through the bewildered flow of people to the back of a Genma elite soldier who was looking straight into the middle of the crowd.

He pulled out the short knife from his sleeve, and when he passed by the other party diagonally, he suddenly covered his mouth and nose, and the bright white short knife in his hand pierced the man's waist and abdomen at the hidden angle of the body against the body.

The knife stabbed through the left side of the Genma side soldier, and then the head came out from the right side.

Griffith's expression didn't move, and he didn't even glance at the other. He stared ahead, like someone who didn't matter. It seems that it is just a passerby, a mistake, and it flows forward with the flow of people.

The figure of the tall man on the side of the Xuan Jian gradually fell down in the flow of people, and after dozens of seconds, a high-pitched scream broke out in the crowd.

Griffith continued his way through the chaotic crowd, passing by a congested roadside stall and picking up a bright yellow long-sleeved shirt and putting it on the outside.

Directly in front of the big demon is a young man wearing an exaggerated low-grade pants wearing a hip-hop hat, his hair dyed red and green, probably from hip-hop dance.

Griffith crept forward, and the young man stumbled. The big demon took the opportunity to step forward in two steps and overtook the young man. The latter steadied himself and looked behind him to find out who had tripped him.

He looked at the people for a while, but there was no clear gain, so he touched his head suspiciously.

"Huh?! Where's my hat?! ”

Putting the hip-hop hat on his head, Griffith buckled the brim with his left hand. As he walked, he rubbed his face with his hands, like a tired man at work.

However, the dough borrowed from Hua Ye reacts in the friction between his fingers and his face, changing its form.

This 'mattress skin' is made from the skin of the body of a creature from the high latitude world, and Griffith has to pay Hua Ye a certain causal point as a condition of use every time he uses it. This principle of equivalent exchange cannot be crossed even if goods are shared between oneself in the past and present.

With a simple rubbing, Griffith's hands were down, and the whole person had become completely unfamiliar.

There are billions of people in the world, one nose and two eyes, but none of the faces are the same.

The curves and textures of people's faces are very delicate and magical, and Griffith only made a few simple changes to his facial expression using his 'mattress skin' skin, and it immediately made a big difference.

After rubbing for a while, the movement of the big demon's hand slowed down, and he took the palm off his face. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that in the crowd, a young man with a middle comb was two steps away from him, against the crowd, struggling to get close to this side.

He had a black leather bag over his hand, the bottom of which was ejected by a sharp, cylindrical object. The man looked into Griffith's face, the trigger in his purse halfway off.

But Griffith seemed to be dazed, and he frowned in bewilderment at the young man who was staring at him, but then greeted him in a hurry, and in a friendly manner.

The elite soldier on the side of the Xuan Jian looked at the face of the man who was walking with the flow of people on the other side, and became a little hesitant.

This bothered him for a second, and after a second, the man's expression turned grim. He was a murderous man, his fingers were re-attached to the heavy, cold trigger, and in any case, it was better to have one more soul on his hand than to become oneself.

However, just as he was about to pull the trigger desperately, a slender shadow behind his head stabbed at him.

It was like a scorpion's tail, with a spinning triangular cone at the end, and each clasped chain glowing silver.

The dark hole pierced through the back of the man's head, and the triangular cone iron penetrated through the heart, slowly turning.

Cleaning up the Xuanjian side elite who was looking for it, the big demon subconsciously stroked the ring on the middle finger of his left hand while following the flow of people, and in the crisp sound, he raised his eyes to look around.

At this time, there were already about four Xuanjian side elites surrounded on the opposite side, and one of them also looked up, and the four eyes were stunned for a moment in vain.

"Gerry......" The man was about to shout, but the demon drew his gun and shot him.

The guy who was probably a capable man couldn't dodge Griffith's shot at such a close distance, and his skull was blown off, and he then fell to his head with his head up, white and red brains flowing down the top of his open head to the ground......

Then someone shouted, and the gunfire suddenly erupted.

Griffith shot and ran, and the men on Genma's side were also shooting.

Many of the people in the midst of these people were suddenly disturbed, and then two were shot by a sudden stray bullet. Someone fell to the ground.

One man was hit in the right eye and died instantly.

Another person was shot in the right chest, and the bullet got stuck in the alveoli, leaving him with no strength to scream.

"Griffith, you can't run away......"

Someone shouted loudly at this time, and the big demon fired two shots at the location of the sound source by feeling.

In the distance, someone seemed to snort and fell silent. But after a while, someone shouted: "Surrender and don't kill......"

Ignoring the sound of gunfire, the chaotic crowd of screams, or the shouts of the Genma's elite, Griffith walked past a street corner, tossed away his hip-hop hat from his head, and tore down his bright yellow kaftan and tossed it at a crushed fruit stand selling oranges.

The screams and the buzz of noisy and multitude of people and objects were in my ears, rumbling like a huge gray whirlpool, floating above the low city.

At this time, the clouds began to gather, and the scorching midday sun was briefly obscured by heavy shadows. On the other side of the line, heavy clouds and eerie shadows obscured half of the city, slowly moving over.

Griffith rushed headlong into a ready-to-wear store, and a minute later, he spun out of the other side of the store, dressed in plain white shorts and a turtleneck.

The big demon didn't look back, and tied a short red tie to his shirt as he walked......

The people on the side of Genma were scattered in the crowd, and there was no trace of Griffith. But they're consciously moving closer this way.

Directly in front of him, the two elite soldiers on the side of the genma were leaning against the corner of the wall to this side, Griffith lowered his head, turned around, opened the glass door of a beef noodle restaurant and plunged in.

He walked through the chaotic halls and the scattered tables, chairs and benches to the back door.

The shop was also full of people, and on a few tables that had not yet collapsed, a middle-aged man in his forties was eating calmly.

However, Griffith had just walked through the middle of the hall, and through that angle, he could already see the back door of the restaurant. The wooden door panel snapped open with his fingers, revealing half of the gap.

In the crack, the first thing that came out was a swarthy Glock pistol barrel, and the gun was held by a man, and on the man's hand, a scorpion with a high tail was tattooed - this was the man on the Genma side......

As the back door squeaked, Griffith sat down in front of a middle-aged woman who was holding a bowl but had forgotten to eat noodles because of the noise outside the store. He smiled kindly at the woman, who was stunned and smiled in return.

Then, the glass door of the front door of the beef noodle restaurant was also opened, and from the reflection of the water cups on the table, Griffith judged that they were the elite soldiers of the Genma side who had walked against the flow of people along the corner of the wall before.

The Genma side elites who came from front to back nodded to each other, and one of them pulled the bald man who was squatting next to the counter shivering, and whipped him hard with the butt of his gun.

The bald man's forehead was bleeding from the hard object, running down his brow.

"Tell me, who's here to just join......"

Two minutes later, a figure jumped out of the front door of the beef noodle restaurant and disappeared into the crowd. Another twisted human body smashed through the heavy glass door and lay on its back - blood all over his face.

Further down into the storefront, a hole in the black smoke blasted open from the side wall of the beef noodle restaurant. There was a man with a scorpion tattooed on his hand half-lying in the hole, his whole body blackened, and his clothes still emitted smoke and dust with the smell of burnt dust.