Chapter Seventy-Four: Only the Dead Are Not Shameless

The armor-piercing bullet hit the tire of the new car, and the wheel was not shot, but it deflected the bullet.

This car is the latest combat vehicle produced by the Beetle, and the Beetle is a high-quality product, and its wheels can resist ordinary armor-piercing bullets and flesh-crushing bullets.

He was sure that the goal of these people must not be himself, otherwise he would not have been so easy to deal with. It can't be these imps.

Although I don't know why this shot missed, now is not the time to wonder about this problem, the hero slapped the fat man's ass and said: "Be honest with Lao Tzu in the future, otherwise Lao Tzu will wipe the toilet with you." ”

With that, the hero headed straight for the building.

Twenty seconds later, the hero appeared on the roof of the building, leaving nothing to be found except for a few drops of blood on the ground.

Judging by the hero's experience, if there is no accident, someone will definitely die this time. Something unexpected must have happened here that caught the mechanic off guard and forced him to shoot.

There was a breeze blowing on the roof of the building, and the hero suddenly sniffed his nose, it was the smell of blood. This slight smell of blood is so weak that even animals can't smell it, and only plants are more sensitive than animals' sense of smell and touch. It was the roots in his nostrils that smelled the blood. Ever since that completion of life creation, every hair of his body has become a root.

The mechanic must have been injured, and despite his best efforts to hide the smell of blood from his wounds, he still couldn't escape the hero's freak.

Although there are no abnormal patrols in this small place, there is an energy fluctuation monitoring station that is secretly put into use, which is located in the local police station. The fluctuation of the red-haired spider's shot caused the energy fluctuation monitoring station to call the monitoring station, targeting the building where the incident occurred.

In the afternoon of the town, the local dog walking by the roadside looked listless with his head on his head, and there were few passers-by on the road.

In a dimly lit warehouse, a figure flashed in, found a hiding place and hid, and then poured the red potion from a reagent on his right shoulder with bated breath and gritted teeth, causing him to almost faint in pain.

These potions not only mask the smell of blood emitted from the wound, but also make good golden medicines.

He was suddenly attacked by a shadow, and he was almost about to break his neck by the shadow, but luckily he reacted quickly. In the end, he was able to get out at the cost of a hole in his shoulder blade.

How is it that the paranormal who walks in the darkness does not know about the existence of shadows?

The shadow is too strong.

Although I don't know why this shadow attacked him, if he really pushed himself into a corner, death would also drag him down to the bottom.

Just in case, the red-haired ground spider has the weakest sense of breathing, and only needs to stabilize life. He had suffered a severe injury to his right shoulder, and he had just been given the medicine, and it took a little time for the medicine to take effect, during which time he could not move, and if he was not careful, he could lose one shoulder.

He was engrossed in the movement in the warehouse, guarding against shadows that might appear at any time in the darkness, but he did not notice that there were some more roots at the foot of the walls of the warehouse. The hero was crouching outside the warehouse, and he had followed the faint smell of blood, and the prey was inside.

None of the mechanics who can use armor-piercing bullets are weak, and if they mess around, they will hang up in it.

The roots that had infiltrated discovered the location of their prey, and in a moment, dozens of vines had pierced their feet.

The red-haired spider leaned against the corner of a shelf, feeling the tickling sensation from the wound, like a worm wriggling in the flesh. He couldn't help but know that the medicinal power was working, and it was breeding meat shoots.

How could a hero give him a chance to heal himself? Just as the red-haired ground spider was enduring the pain of the growth of flesh, he suddenly felt creepy, this danger came from the ground!

"Here comes the shadows?" Thinking of the shadow, the ground spider immediately jumped up. His fear of shadows has reached the point where all vegetation is shadowed.

The weakness of the shadow is that it can't get off the ground!

Just as he soared into the air, dozens of vines burst out of the ground.

"Not a shadow? Naturalist? "How rich is this earth spider's combat experience, while wondering, when the gun in his left hand fired several shots into the ground with an instinctive reaction, his soul emblem activated at the same time.

The ability poured into the gun like a torrent, activating the Freeze Emblem in the gun boring, and the bullets were blessed with a frost effect as they passed through the gun boring.

The vines shot up from the ground were frozen in an instant before they could entangle the ground spider.

As soon as a wave of vines was frozen, dozens of vines shot from the foot of the wall in the distance, and the ground spider immediately turned its spear.

His attention was attracted by the dozens of vines that shot over, and before he could shoot these vines, he felt that his body could not get up and down in the air, and he was tied to dozens of vines and tied to the shelf.

A large hole had been pierced in the right shoulder of the ground spider, and when he tried to break free from the vines, the slightest force made his body tremble. In this ten-thousandth of a second of distraction, the hero grabbed the sample meeting, and dozens of whiskers penetrated into the wound on the ground spider's right shoulder.

This red-haired spider has gone back and forth between life and death many times, and has experienced desperate things. There have also been sneak attacks by naturalists.

He mistook the hero for a naturalist, which is a beautiful misunderstanding. The red-haired spider switched weapons in an instant, and raised his knife as soon as the dozens of tendrils were pierced into his shoulder.

This is an incomparably sharp vessel, and dozens of roots have been cut off like noodles.

The red-haired spider doesn't want to be tied to the shelves as a live target, he is a firearms flow aptitude, and if he can't use his gun skills, he will be like a waste.

The red-haired spider burst into a gulp, and the ability of its whole body was infused into a fiery red shield in the inner armor, which was a shield of rage.

The only effect of the Shield of Fury is an explosion of rage, which instantly shatters or shatters the person who binds him or closes in front of him.

Regardless of the school of ability, anyone who doesn't practice some defensive abilities is a short-lived ghost.

The shield of rage was activated, and a red-hot rage erupted from the shield, and under the control of subtle abilities, this rage was like the roar of an angry lion, emitting a lion roar that shattered the air. This is the Shield of Fury's Bundle Breaker: The Flame Lion's Roar.

At this moment, the red-haired earth spider suddenly felt ** incontinence, and the bundle breaking technique was leaked along with the filth in the body.

There are four things that make people feel the most pleasure in the world, all of which have nothing to do with women, namely: opening big and pulling small noses and ears.

At the moment, the red-haired ground spider is the size of an incontinent together. Thanks to the tendrils, the hero sent two vials of the enhanced Qi Barrier Pill into the red-haired spider's body.

Even if the red-haired ground spider cut off these root systems in time, it would be too late, because he mistook the hero for a naturalist.

Who prescribed that the use of roots and vines was a naturalist? Couldn't it be a life master with the talent of a natural teacher?

No one would have thought that a life master would be so shameless. But who says that a teacher can't be shameless?

Only the dead are not shameless in this world.

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