No matter how thick and durable the fat layer on the body of a biochemical sumo wrestler is, it is still a human-based creation, and the protection of the head, especially the eyes, is nothing in the face of a steel projectile!

「eiyaaaaa——！」

The biochemical sumo wrestler, whose head was hit by several blood holes in a row, let out a super humiliating scream, and the green biochemical body fluids trickled out, and the warhead that shot into the brain through the eye socket brought irreparable fatal injuries to it!

After wailing and rolling on the edge of the pond for several times, the lump of pure white flesh finally submerged in the lake and fell silent as a soft ball of light slowly emerged into the air.

"Beautiful! Your spear pressure skills are still so powerful, and I can't even do it if you can limit all eight rounds to such a small range."

Moyin looked at Nuomi's marksmanship with envy, which had completely surpassed the limits of human beings, and said with envy and hatred.

"Hahaha, I also rely on skills to do it, it's nothing, isn't your ability ......."

Glutinous rice, who exited the overclocking state of the brain, returned to the good old man state that is harmless to humans and animals on weekdays, touched his head and said with a smile, and just as the two were about to step forward to recover the fall, a male voice as cold and hard as steel came from the rear!

"Domo, the first time you meet, I'm in the steel tongs, I have something I want to ask you about, can you spare a little time?"

Nan Wusan! Demon Yin and Nuomi jumped around like frightened rabbits and looked behind them, and more than ten meters behind them was a ninja dressed in black and greeting politely, judging from the cross-edged double-edged logo made of gray alloy on his mask, which revealed the meaning of slaughter, there was no doubt that the other party was a low-level ninja from the head office!

Ninjas from the world of ninja and killing all follow the ancient etiquette that has been passed down from generation to generation, sacred and not to be lightly violated - before fighting the opponent to the death, they must first report the name of the ninja and greet each other, of course, before greeting can carry out a sneak attack, if it is an opponent who can't even catch a move, then there is really no need to greet him.

And the steel tongs have already approached the place ten meters behind the magic sound glutinous rice, and they have not yet been discovered - if they had made a sneak attack, the two of them would have separated without realizing it, this guy's greeting at this time is not so much a courtesy, but more like a naked contempt for a weak opponent!

"Lackey of the clubhouse, let me ask you a big-headed ghost!"

"What a steel tong, go to you!"

The magic sound and glutinous rice of the partners for a long time have already been full of tacit understanding, and they don't need words to communicate, and the two of them scolded angrily at the same time and shot at the steel tongs, they have nothing to say to this crooked way, just fuck him!

Nuomi overclocked his brain to 20% power again, knowing that he would always be a ninja, he didn't keep his hand this time, his fingers grabbed AK's trigger and never let go, and directly poured out all the firepower of the entire magazine in one breath, and more than seventy percent of the warheads were still aimed at the head of the steel tongs - what a delicate control, actual master!

In just one minute, he entered the overclocking state twice, and Nuomi's brain also received a lot of trauma, two blood lines flowed down from his nasal cavity, and the green tendons on his temples swelled to the point of bursting - but this tension next to death stimulated Nuomi's use of the brain more and more deeply, if he could go back alive this time, he would probably soon be able to break through the 20% mark of overclocking power, and even awaken his spiritual power without relying on the development of the main god!

And while his companions are in full swing, of course, Demon Yin will not be idle - the ability he extracted is called the Hand of God, which is said to be the stunt of a god with a double surname Kato and a single eagle character, so that he has an unimaginable extreme hand speed!

I saw that the magic sound instantly put the semi-automatic sniper rifle SKS behind him in his hand, and at the same time, the fingers quickly twitched (meowed) and almost left an afterimage, and in less than two seconds, he pulled the trigger seventeen times, and the seventeen bullets combined into a lore net, enveloping the whole body of the steel tongs!

"Ahh

In the face of the Jedi counterattack of Moyin and Nuomi, the steel tongs did not have the slightest intention of dodging, although his ninja dynamic vision could not capture the trajectory of the bullet at several times the speed of sound - but by observing the movement of the muscle groups on the two bodies and the deflection angle of the muzzle, he could still easily predict the landing point of the attack, but he chose to resist head-on!

Nan Wusan, is this guy crazy! Although there are many strong people in the world of ninja killing, there are no shortage of existences that regard the rain of bullets and bullets, such as the male protagonist of the ninja killing world, the ninja killer who is possessed by the mythical ninja - Naraku, can easily catch the bullet storm that shoots at him with his bare hands, but the ninja soul attached to the steel tong is just a mere ninja, and his body alone wants to compete with the sharp weapons of modern civilization!

"Invincible!"

I saw the steel tongs crossed their hands in front of their chests and shouted out the name of their moves!

With the surging karate energy, the flesh of the steel tongs turned directly into a gray solid that reflected a strange luster—it looked exactly like steel.

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-

No, it didn't just look like steel, but his flesh really turned into steel! Dozens of bullets struck the steel tongs, but they only exploded into a series of clashing sounds of gold and iron and scattered sparks, unable to break through the defenses of his body, leaving nothing to achieve except a few inconsequential shallow depressions.

"Damn it, what the hell is this!"

Moyin and Nuomi emptied the entire magazine in one go, but they didn't even scratch the enemy's skin, and the frightened two began to change the ammunition in a hurry, but how could the steel tongs give them this opportunity!

"It's stubborn, babbling ——!."

The arms of the steel tongs flicked into the air like a long whip, and three shurikens were spun and thrown at a speed no inferior to that of bullets!

「ei.... Ahh

The two shuriken accurately smashed the AK and SKS in the hands of the magic sound glutinous rice into a pile of tattered parts, and the remaining one slashed half of the throat of the glutinous rice, and the spurted blood column splashed all the way to five or six meters away, he tried in vain to cover his wounds, his throat was like a dilapidated bellows and let out a hoarse roar, but he could only feel his life passing weakly.

"It's really a way to die that matches the rat in the gutter, and only one is enough to live."

The steel tongs that lifted the invincible posture let out a merciless mockery on the side, and he quietly came behind the two, and then grabbed the face of glutinous rice with five fingers, as if he was deliberately abusing him.

Cluck-la-la-la-

Goo Wow!!

The grip of the steel vise was really as strong as a steel vice, and it only took three seconds for the glutinous rice face to be miserably compressed like a tomato, the viscous plasma mixed with the collapsed eyeballs shrugged out, and the facial features were completely kneaded into a ball that was inseparable from each other - this was really beaten to the point that even the might not be recognized.

"Bastard, what did you do!"

The best friend who had known each other for many years was tortured and killed in front of him, and for a while, the burning anger in his heart overwhelmed the instinctive fear of predators, and the surviving magic voice pulled out the tactical dagger pinned to his waist and rushed forward with red eyes!

Useless struggle, in the eyes of the steel tongs, Moyin's movements were no different from that of an old man in his nineties who was lying on a rattan chair basking in the sun, he casually slashed out a hand knife, directly smashing Moyin's wrist holding the knife, and then before Moyin's screams came out, he went around behind him and stepped him on the ground.

"Why do you want to do such a futile act, you won't get hurt if you don't resist.

I've heard that a group of little mice are quietly groping around here, so come on, and confess all the information about your accomplices, so that Uncle Ben may be able to show mercy and let you die without pain."

While slowly increasing the strength of his feet, while comfortably admiring the screams of the magic voice full of powerlessness and resentment, the steel tongs could barely suppress the corners of his mouth - watching the weak wail and cry in front of him, he could always reap supreme joy and satisfaction from it!