The mountain is relatively flat, and Zhao Ziyang, who has his hands in his trouser pockets, walks slowly and leisurely. And his move up the mountain has long been seen by the ruling round table.

This is the headquarters of the Ruling Roundtable, and it is extremely closely monitored. Not only that, but there are three ramparts of defense against sudden shocks that may be suffered. Of course, the opportunity for a sudden shock is impossible, and in this world, the position of the ruling round table is transcendent, and neither the state nor the organization, even a terrorist organization, dares to face the ruling round table head-on.

They can impose an arms blockade on a certain area and an arms embargo against a particular country or organization. This is even more ruthless than economic encirclement, and it should be clear that with the exception of a few superpowers, almost all of the rest of the countries rely on imports of weapons.

"Magpie! Magpie! An order sounded from inside the castle: "Dissuade those who want to go up the mountain, dissuade those who want to go up the mountain." ”

"Roger! Roger that! ”

The first line of defense closest to the foot of the mountain, the "Magpie", received the order and immediately sent two strong men in black suits to walk towards Zhao Ziyang.

This line of defense, which is not equipped with weapons on the surface, is also the most basic and friendly. The main purpose is to warn any visitors that this is private territory.

The three lines of defense are "magpies", "geese" and "eagles" in turn, and you can drive straight into the castle by breaking through the eagle defense line.

Each line of defense is a small group of buildings, inhabited by the convoy that rules the Round Table.

"Sir, this is private territory, if you receive an invitation, please show your invitation. If you don't have an invitation, change your route immediately. A strong man made a voice at Zhao Ziyang.

The voice is polite, but mixed with an air of indisobedience. Coupled with a strong body, it is easier for people to give in and choose to leave.

"Is this the Ruling Round?" Zhao Ziyang asked with a smile.

Hearing this, the two strong men glanced at each other, and the expressions on their faces began to become solemn. Because there are not many people who can call out the round table here, but anyone who can call it knows what kind of storage zài is here.

"Sir, do you have an invitation?" The strong man asked.

"Yes, of course." Zhao Ziyang raised his fist lightly and said with a smile: "This is my invitation." ”

Fists, the flamboyance of force, the table of provocation!

"Sir! Please get out of here immediately or we will ......"

"Bang!"

Zhao Ziyang punched the strong man in the chest, and forcibly blocked back what he wanted to continue to say.

The fist shattered the sternum, shattering the heart with an unbelievable force, and then breaking the vertebrae, burrowing out of its back.

The strong man's eyes instantly widened, almost bursting out. He stared at Zhao Ziyang, and the brilliance of life in his pupils quickly drained.

The strong man next to him watched this scene in shock, his body was trembling, and his legs were weak. Because he's never seen that person can punch a person's body through, because......

"Whew!"

Zhao Ziyang flashed in front of him, lifted his blood-covered right arm, and struck him in the chest in the same way.

The moment the fist hit, the strong man wanted to retreat, wanted to retreat frantically. But he found that he couldn't move at all, as if he was frozen by something, he was imprisoned to death, and he could only watch the opponent's fist hit him without any fancy blows, and he was powerless to dodge.

"Bang!"

The fist pierced the strong man's chest with ferocity, shattering the sternum and shattering the heart, and burrowing out of the back of the heart.

The red blood flowed down the wound, and the strong man's body twitched, his head slumped, and he vomited blood and died.

Killing the two lightly, Zhao Ziyang took a deep breath and withdrew his right arm.

The entire right arm was covered in blood, and even the remains of internal organs, emitting a breathtaking blood-red glow, and a pungent smell of blood.

"Phew!"

Zhao Ziyang spit out chewing gum and continued to stride up.

He simply broke through, there was no tactic, no better way, that is, to use the strongest side, through guò killing and fighting, into the castle.

Nothing could be more straightforward to him; For him, this is the easiest and most time-saving method!

Seeing someone forcibly going up the mountain, the ruling round table reacted immediately. The people of the Magpie defense line rushed out and rushed towards Zhao Ziyang with weapons.

"Kill or kill!"

"Kill or kill!"

"Kill or kill!"

“……”

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ……”

The crisp sound of pistols rang out one after another, and one bullet after another flew towards Zhao Ziyang who walked over.

Facing the attack of at least a dozen people, Zhao Ziyang smiled slightly, and his body rushed forward. The moment he rushed wildly, a terrifying, suffocating storm seemed to rise at the foot of the mountain, and it swept in a raging rage.

That's right, it's the storm. The moment Zhao Ziyang rushed away, he was a storm, facing the rain of bullets, indomitable, and rushed without flinching. This is his style, the simplest, most rustic, yet furious!

"Poof! Burst! Burst! ……”

One warhead after another hit Zhao Ziyang's body, splashing blood flowers. Under the penetrating force caused by the warhead, the body also showed a slight shock that was blocked. But this slight concussion did not affect the speed of his rush in the slightest, not only did it not have an effect, but it became faster.

In an instant, Zhao Ziyang rushed into the first line of defense in an instant, rushing into the crowd, covered in gunshot wounds all over his body, and blood from head to toe.

Is this a monster? Can't a bullet kill him?!

A sense of fear rose from the minds of everyone in the Magpie Defense, and what they saw was a monster, an out-and-out monster that could not be killed by bullets!

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and Zhao Ziyang smashed his fist into the head of one of the defenders, smashing it backwards and flying up.

After flying, this guy's seven orifices instantly flowed blood outward, and he died of anger. And the sound was like a ripe watermelon being hit hard, and it was certain that his head had been completely turned into a muddy sauce under the punch.

"Hehe......"

Zhao Ziyang smiled, his body shuttled through the crowd like a loach, waving his fists and hitting with the simplest way of attack.

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ……”

A dull bang rang out, and one by one lay on the ground. Or the chest was directly blasted, or the head was blown out, or the body was pierced by fists......

In a short period of time, Zhao Ziyang killed everyone in the first line of defense!

Looking at the corpses and blood all over the ground, he slowly took off his shirt, naked, and leaked gunshot wounds one after another.

"Roar!!

A dragon's roar came out of his mouth, and the muscles in his body swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With the expansion of the muscles, a pistol bullet was squeezed out of the wound and fell to the ground.

Immediately after that, the second warhead was squeezed out, the third, the fourth......

The wound closes and recovers at an extremely fast speed, and Zhao Ziyang, whose cell regeneration ability surpasses that of ordinary people, is the real monster!

He can barely die, unless his head is separated from his body!

PS: 9 p.m., 2 in a row. Update returns to normal, and from tomorrow onwards, try to keep 4 updates a day. R1148