Chapter 117: My Portrait (Asking for Recommendation Votes)

"Woohoo!" Two shots pierced the bearded man's hands, but the last shot pierced his knees!

“Fuck!” The bearded man fell to the ground with a cry of pain and shouted, "Under the car! ”

Without saying a word, several of his subordinates immediately took out a grenade.

At the same time, Shen Feng had already grabbed the leg of a bald man in black.

The bald head only felt a huge force coming from the other party's hand, and the strength was so great that it didn't look like a human being, and he screamed, and in a blink of an eye, he had been dragged under the car!

"Frankie has been caught!" A man in black shouted, holding down his companion's hand as he prepared to pull the grenade away.

Hearing this, the other party cursed, put away the grenade, and replaced it with a pistol.

Unlike Minnes, who was beaten into a sieve, everyone in this party counted as their companions, so they could not be buried with them in order to kill or damage enemies.

A group of people in black were about to lie down and look at the bottom of the car, and at this moment, a black shadow suddenly burst out from under the car, and the speed was extremely fast!

Everyone immediately opened fire at the same time, and the gunfire was loud.

The figure that had just rushed out was beaten into a sieve even if it was wearing body armor, and everyone realized that it was Frankie, who had just been dragged down!

Everyone's hearts were shocked, and several of them even showed grief, but at this moment, Franci, whose head was broken, suddenly stood up!

In the next moment, Shen Feng, who had been hiding behind Frankie, suddenly erupted!

The thick leg muscles in the combat form made his beast-like body instantly pounce behind a man in black next to him, strangled the opponent's neck, and then began to use this person's body as a shield, put the gun on his shoulder, and began to shoot wildly at the black-clothed people around him!

Shen Feng's marksmanship is average, otherwise he wouldn't be so fond of shotguns, but at such a close distance, it is too simple to hit, and he only needs to have a flat muzzle!

"Dada-da-da!" Gunfire rang out, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people had been knocked down.

Although the men in black were also shooting wildly, most of them hit the meat shield.

And they were horrified to find that even though the enemy wearing sunglasses and masks was shot several times, the other party only let out a muffled snort of pain and did not fall down at all!

He was hit by a bullet in the shoulder, and a white powder flew up, and it did not bleed!

And his ghost backpack seems to be bulletproof, it is even stronger than an explosion-proof shield, and the bullet actually slipped aside!

Although the meat shield was wearing body armor, he was shot dozens of times in the blink of an eye, his bones were broken and he didn't know how many, and blood flowed from his mouth.

There were only nine men left in black at this time.

Shen Feng smiled, threw away the automatic rifle that had been emptied, pulled out a pistol directly from the meat shield, and threw the meat shield at the two enemies, and the whole person followed closely behind the meat shield, like a gust of wind.

A headshot was fired within a distance of two or three meters, and then another man in black was grabbed and thrown at the remaining enemies.

The few remaining enemies desperately shot at Shen Feng, but they found that the person in front of him was simply a turtle, a backpack, body armor and a helmet, and he seemed to be extremely defensive, and the bullets were useless!

Soon, there was only the last standing enemy left, Shen Feng smiled fiercely, pulled out his dagger, and pounced in front of the opponent like a fierce beast, stabbing directly through the eye socket.

The man in black fell softly, and Shen Feng stood in a pool of blood, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

His fighter skills were still too crude, and his marksmanship was much worse, otherwise it would have taken much less time.

I've been working on the game for a while.,I really don't have time.,Just after I was free, I immediately received a game task.,There's no way to train systematically.。

After returning to normal from battle mode, Shen Feng checked his body and couldn't help frowning.

Although he has body armor, a bulletproof backpack, and a helmet, he will also suffer surface damage when hit by an automatic rifle at close range.

At this time, there were skin breaks on his shoulders and limbs, and some blood began to flow out after returning to his normal state.

Taking off his helmet and wiping a handful of blood from his forehead, Shen Feng couldn't help but sigh.

I'm TM too hard.

"Ah...... Ah......h

Shen Feng sighed, took out a pistol with a silencer from a corpse, and began to replenish the guns one by one.

Lift the opponent's body armor directly and shoot it in the heart, quickly and painlessly.

Soon, the voice disappeared, Shen Feng came to the pickup, squatted down, looked at the bearded man leaning on the wheels, and asked with a smile:

"Who are you?"

The bearded man was knocked through his hands and knees at the beginning, and he lost his combat effectiveness, and at this time he could only sit here and watch his men be wiped out by the other party.

Hearing Shen Feng's words, a hideous look appeared on the bearded man's face, and he suddenly spat out, and said with a cold gaze:

"Antichrist! You're just a mortal, you're going to be hurt, you're going to bleed, you're going to die! You can't stop the Final Judgment! The world will be purified! ”

Dodging the other party's spit, hearing this, Shen Feng couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, grabbed a pistol and smashed it down on the bearded face, and burst out a series of national curses while smashing:

"Kiki Kiki...... Uncle Ji! Fuck you uncle! Isn't it just a fucking purification society? Where is Ksur? How the hell do you know about me? ”

The bearded man was a little stunned by Shen Feng, but he still gritted his teeth and didn't say anything, but a martyr's fanatical smile appeared on his whole face, and then he suddenly used his remaining two fingers to pull open the grenade ring hanging on his chest!

Shen Feng frowned, pulled down the grenade, and casually threw it into a piece of ruins in the distance.

"Boom!" The grenade exploded, the martyrdom failed, and the bearded man's expression became a little embarrassed for a while.

Shen Feng snorted coldly, didn't bother to deal with him, and began to let Jingwei search for information about the beard in the online world.

As long as you have this face, everything is easy to say.

Soon, Jingwei had already got enough information.

The bearded man, whose real name is Faulkner, was once a member of Sanssouci and a patient of the Purification Society.

After the fall of the Purification Society, Faulkner joined Blackwater, where he became a mercenary and eventually a director.

Just five years ago, he broke away from Blackwater and began to set up his own mercenary company, and took over the business in war-torn areas such as the Middle East and South America.

However, there is very little information in the last five years, and Volkner himself appears to have disappeared frequently.

For Shen Feng and Jingwei, this is nothing.

No matter how little information there is, as long as you live in this world and appear in a society with a public network, you will leave information.

Apparently this person is also a member of the brainwashing and hypnotic group of the Purification Society.

Even if such people are tortured to extract confessions, it is useless.

Shen Feng immediately aimed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger.

The bearded pupils began to dilate rapidly, but the moment he completely lost consciousness, there seemed to be a trace of confusion in his eyes.

Shen Feng casually searched in the pocket of his beard and found a very neatly folded piece of white paper.

He frowned, opened the paper, and immediately a sketch of a person's head appeared.

A man wearing sunglasses and a mask.

Melon seed face, short hair.

Most of the mask was stained with blood, there was a bullet hole on it, and one of the sunglasses was broken, and the frames were broken and drooping on the face.

Half of his eyes were peeking out behind his sunglasses, and his gaze was as sharp as a sword.

Shen Feng frowned, walked quickly to an abandoned building next to him, found a dilapidated mirror, wiped it clean and took a photo.

At this time, his modeling, and in the sketch,

Same.

At the same time, Jingwei's voice suddenly sounded:

"Shen Feng, a satellite just passed by, and I borrowed it to take a look around Sanssouci Town...... Someone came, a lot of people! ”