The noisy night, the crazy people, the evening breeze blew the blonde hair on Marcello's forehead.

Like a pack of hungry wolves with green eyes, the crusade surrounded the lone lion.

A fourth-order powerhouse can actually fly in the sky at short and medium distances, but the ghost hand is only at the beginning of the fourth order, and he is not a professional on the relevant side, and his flight speed is not fast, and it is not as fast as running at full speed on the ground.

If he tries to escape from the encirclement, he will be a live target.

The ghost hand could feel that there were at least hundreds of Force guns aimed at him in the crowd, especially since the old opponent was still a fourth-order [Lock Sky Gunner], if he took off into the air, the other party could kite him to death.

However, due to Marcello's usual ferocity, the wolves did not dare to attack this doomed male lion for a while.

At the end of the road, Marcelo still looked indifferent and fearless.

He looked at Zorlo, who had a scruffy beard and a vicissitudes of life, and suddenly laughed: "Zolo, you really impress me, I thought that a pedantic gentleman like you would not be able to do anything to me no matter what."

Because you follow the rules, and I don't pay attention to these things, I can use any indiscriminate means.

But today, you have incited so many people to deal with me, and you have channeled all the violence and greed in their human nature, especially in the cloak of justice, and taken care of both the positive and dark sides.

Let a group of rabble orgasm collectively, eager to tear me apart, it's wonderful, it's really amazing! ”

Zolo was a little silent when he heard this, he glanced at the crowd of people with bulging pockets and belongings, and shook his head slightly.

He thought it was ridiculous and ridiculous, and he was sincere and tried to persuade everyone to unite against the ghost hand, but not many people responded.

Now Wren has pushed out a gang leader, and with publicity and actors' deception, as well as inducements, he has agitated so many people.

Some people are intoxicated with the lofty ideal of dedicating themselves to justice, some are caught in the thrill of revenge, some are greedily watching the Skull Gang's belongings, and some people take the opportunity to vent the tyranny and lust in their bones......

Worker, groom, gangster, killer, thief...... Everyone can find what they need in the raiding team.

Some are tangible real money, while others are spiritual needs.

'Believe it or not, the reputation that you can accumulate in 10 years of doing good deeds, I only need to do it for half a year, plus the publicity and packaging, I can quickly surpass you! ’

This is what Wren told him, and he even said bluntly:

Everyone has been acting these days, and if you don't act, you've already been beaten out of your brain!

Thinking of this, Zolo subconsciously glanced at Marcelo's head, the heavenly court was full and his forehead was smooth.

Good head, but unfortunately, I'm about to be beaten out of the brain.

"Do you still think that reputation and credibility are not important?"

Zolo raised the hunting pistol in his hand, pointed the muzzle of the black hole at Marcello's head, and asked leisurely.

Marcello snorted coldly, his fists clenched, and he said lightly: "Of course it's important, otherwise why do so many people wear the mask of hypocrisy every day." ”

Marcello once wanted to join the Steam League, but he failed, and when he was young, he was a traitor, and his bad deeds were so bad that people didn't accept him.

Even if he had cleared the case record in the Sheriff's Bureau with the help of that aristocratic friend, he still couldn't hide it from the Steam Alliance.

There is never a shortage of geniuses in this world, only a lack of resources, since we want to cultivate talents, of course, we will also try our best to screen out those who have reliable character and good reputation to cultivate.

Otherwise, what good is it for an organization to cultivate unthankful, wolf-like, and unruly transcendents?

Of course, there are people who know their faces but don't know their hearts, and there are people who are just good at acting, but at least, people like Marcello who have a lot of stains on their resumes will be directly brushed off.

Even before Wren joined the Guild, the Witchers Guild investigated him.

When he learned that he, as a natural awakened person from a remote mountainous area, did not steal and rob in the case of language barriers, but honestly moved bricks on the construction site, the association spoke highly of his character.

Honest, law-abiding, reliable, and worthy of cultivation - the Witcher Guild's Personnel Audit Department.

That's right, Wren, he's an honest man!

"Compatriots, for the sake of justice, eradicate human traitors!"

Higg took out his mace and roared angrily, he didn't have the leisure to talk nonsense with Marcello, if he hadn't killed the ghost hand today, he would have died!

Thankfully, Marcello hadn't seen the four flyers, didn't know that Higg claimed to be his father, and threatened to shoot him at the wall.

Otherwise, the ghost hand would not pay attention to Zolo at all, and would definitely break Xige's body into pieces first.

"Kill, destroy the Skeletons!"

"Justice will prevail!!"

Everyone roared, the atmosphere was frenetic, they didn't have time to watch Zolo and the ghost hand "sympathize with each other", and after killing Marcello, they would continue to smash and rob.

Someone else took away the things that were late, and some people began to dismantle the chandelier and remove the doors and windows.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

There was a roar, the barrel of the gun spitting tongues of fire, and a dense stream of bullets came from all directions.

There are ordinary bullets, as well as demon hunting bullets like small silver meteors, and indestructible armor-piercing bullets.

Marcello's eyes flashed sharply, and he let out a long roar, and the golden spiritual energy on his body surged like a wave tornado, enveloping him.

With a clang, a layer of glittering golden armor was placed on his strong physique, even a helmet.

A flowing golden luster shone on the armor, which was even harder than a normal steel plate!

Spiritual energy materialization, this is one of the signs of a master-level transcendent, at this stage, even if unarmed, can use psionic energy to create all kinds of weapons!

Bang Bang! Boom!

Sparks splashed, and the bullet hit the golden armor, and it was bounced away in an instant, of course, if it was a demon hunting bullet, it would hit a small white crack, and the part of the armor-piercing projectile would appear as a depression.

There were so many bullets that they rained down, and soon, the psionic armor on Marcello's body became pitted, and he was a little tired of parrying.

"Roar!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Higg roared angrily, and crimson psionic energy came out of his body, swirling around his body like flames.

On the handle of the mace in his hand, the pale red lines lit up, and the surging spiritual energy was introduced into it, and the head of the mace suddenly turned red, and the heat wave was rolling!

The wind was howling, and he slammed a stick on the back of the ghost hand, this is from his father's love!

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

Marcello snorted coldly, the windmill-like pattern behind him shone brightly, his fists were shining brightly, and a huge fist mark slammed over!

There was a loud bang, the sound was rolling, and the sound of gold and iron clashing sounded like thunder.

Marseille's two-meter-tall golden fist mark knocked back the front Higg and even cracked his jaw.

But before he could be happy, his face changed.

"Kill!!"

It's like an appointment, Issam, Black Fox, Roy...... More than a dozen third-order powerhouses were killing him at the same time!

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