Rifle withstood the rain of bullets and bullets, jumped into the steel city wall in two big jumps, and in the next second, a hysterical howl sounded inside the steel city wall.

And Yang Ge below, after exerting the vampire's bullet time to the extreme, ran along the circle of vehicles surrounding the truck at great speed, and when he saw the gun, he stepped forward with a sword, and directly cut off the body of the gun with the incomparable Dracula sabre, if he encountered someone who dared to shoot at him with a gun, the position of the sword was a little back, and while cutting off the body of the gun, he also cut off a few fingers of the gun-wielder, or half of the palm.

The battle broke out suddenly and ended quickly.

Half a minute later, the dense gunfire came to an abrupt halt, replaced by wails everywhere.

The sound of wails and the strong smell of blood wafting through the air made the outside of the gate look like a battlefield!

Yango's figure appeared on the hood of the truck again, he was holding the Dracula saber with an expressionless face, the wounds on his right shoulder and sitting ribs had scabbed, and a cruel killing intent was surging in his body, standing on the hood, like a murderous spear stabbing into the endless sky, more dazzling than the snow-bright long sword in his hand filled with a faint blood-colored halo, which made people feel pain in their eyes at a glance!

After half a month of bloody battles, Yang Ge finally condensed his unique cruel momentum, this momentum, the creatures that are stronger than him may not play much role now, but the creatures that are weaker than him are enough to form a psychological sense of being crushed.

In just half a minute, it was simply a replica of ordinary people facing knight-level dark creatures: the speed couldn't keep up, the reaction couldn't keep up, and even if they could shoot, all the bullets would float away, and in this case, no matter how powerful the firearm was, it was no different from a burning stick.

After slashing indiscriminately, Yang Ge's heart finally calmed down, and he glanced at old Johnson with a little weakness.

The old guy was now expressionless with a thick cigar in his mouth, sitting on the hood of a police car with his hands crossed, and he didn't even look at him.

But Yang Ge was not empty in his heart...... That old guy is a gunpowder temper, he will explode at a moment, just because he is Yang Ge's godfather, if he is really angry, he will definitely rush up directly to greet the big-eared scraper and the big-footed girl, then what kind of posture will he pose with him!

His gesture that seemed to be sulking should be done for others to see, and at the same time, it was also a hint to Yang Ge: Continue your performance......

Combined with Sam's previous statement that there had been some changes in the camp, and the camp's overreaction to his desire to bring blessings to enter the camp, Yang Ge had some vague speculations in his heart.

"There must be some kind of conflict between the Demon Hunter Guild and the Camp Maintenance Association in the camp!"

He frowned and thought for a few seconds, then raised his head and whistled.

"Ula ......"

Rifle jumped out from behind the steel wall, stepped on a police car on the ground, and then jumped again and landed in front of the truck...... This product is getting smarter and smarter, and they all know that they have to take care of their own things.

Yang Ge looked at it quietly, and when he saw that there was no blood on its mouth, he immediately felt a lot more relieved...... As long as this thing doesn't eat people, it's killed, and it's also a legitimate defense, dark creatures have no human rights, but a slave of a powerful demon hunter, who dares to say that there are no human rights?

"Since you can occupy the word 'reason', then simply make a big fuss, your camp maintenance will dare to make an example of me killing chickens and monkeys, don't blame me for letting you kill chickens and not be a counter-erosion!"

Yang Ge bent down expressionlessly to pick up the M16, changed the magazine, pulled the bolt, pointed the gun at the police car where the big fat high-ranking official of the camp maintenance association was hiding, and pulled the trigger.

"Dada. ”

Two shots blow up the two front wheels of the police car.

"That's how your camp maintains the attitude toward a witcher?"

"Dada. ”

Two more shots, shattering the windshield.

"Attitude towards a demon hunter who lives and dies for the camp, for you pig-like officials?"

"Dada......"

This time, the trigger was pulled and it didn't let go, and a shuttle of bullets poured down on the road around the car.

He didn't keep shooting the car, fearing that if he blew it up, it wouldn't be fun.

"Click. ”

A magazine shot empty, Yang Ge pulled out the magazine with an expressionless face, picked up another magazine and installed it, and then aimed at the police car again and pulled the trigger.

This time, instead of shooting at the road around the car, he shot at the top of the car, the bullet on the steel canopy, and the dull sound of gold and iron made everyone's eyelids jump.

......

The San Francisco Camp Maintenance Association, formerly known as the San Francisco "Federation of Chambers of Commerce and Industry", was founded in the late Ice Age, at the beginning of which it was only a democratic power organization elected by the middle and lower class workers and small traders of San Francisco to "loosen up and tighten down" the policy of the San Francisco City government.

After the collapse of the former San Francisco City Government, this organization that fought for the interests of San Francisco's middle and lower classes began to slowly turn sour.

By the time the San Francisco camp was established, the Federation of Industry and Commerce changed its name to the Camp Maintenance Association, and the management of the camp's garrison and police station was taken over, this democratic power organization had completely degenerated into a dictatorial warlord-style power organization.

Now, everything in the camp is completely maintained by the camp, and the survivors have neither the right to be heard, nor the way to appeal, even the witchers with extraordinary abilities, and the witchers' union is forced to transform from a folk club into an official body, which is a sign that the camp maintenance will bring the witchers into the scope of rule.

Now Yang Ge's behavior of openly shooting the executives of the camp maintenance association with a gun is to put it mildly, but Yang Ge personally expresses his dissatisfaction with the way the camp maintenance committee handles, and at the worst, it is tantamount to the demon hunter group openly slapping the camp maintenance club in the face!

What's more, as a representative of the Witcher Union, Dwayne Johnson, the executive vice president of the Witcher Union, has been standing by with a cigar in his mouth, which is even more intriguing.

At this point, after Yang Ge shot through the windshield, when he saw that old Johnson still had no intention of coming over to coordinate, he came back to his senses.

If he had a choice, of course he wouldn't want to be a representative of the Demon Hunter Guild, or the Demon Hunter Group and the Camp Maintenance Association, but since he didn't have a choice, he didn't mind doing things pretty.

He is a witcher, and the Scott family is a witcher family, and this position can be changed.

......

When Yang Ge finished shooting the two shuttle bullets and was about to pick up the shotgun to continue shooting, a "white flag" with a wiper carrying flower underwear was erected in the police car, well, let's count it as a white flag.

PS: There is one more chapter later, continue to ask for recommendation votes.