The mournful siren echoed around Jango.

Countless policemen and city guards armed with automatic rifles and RPGs, doctors and nurses in big white coats, reporters with high-definition cameras and unemployed survivors who simply watched the excitement surrounded Yang Ge's big truck, all looking at him and Laifu with a look of fear and a little excitement, not to mention two or three hundred people.

Yang Ge sat on the hood of the big truck, holding down the restless Rifle with one hand, holding a cigarette in the other, calmly smoking one after another, directly treating the two or three hundred people around him as air.

He really didn't foresee that bringing a viscount-level ghoul back to camp would cause such a big commotion......

I don't know if it's because he's faced too many knight-level dark creatures in recent times, or if even a famous high-ranking vampire like Dracula has become his trophy, which makes his mentality drift a little, in short, he has now lost the sense of awe he had for knight-level creatures when he was a reserve witcher.

So much so that he forgot what a viscount ghoul meant to the survivors of the camp who were struggling to survive under the high power of steel and ultra-high voltage power grids.

Murderous, powerful, bloodthirsty, invulnerable, invincible...... To sum it up, in one sentence: terrible, very terrible, very, very terrible......

It seems that now, two or three hundred people are surrounding him, plus the thirty fixed gun nests behind the steel wall, there are a total of more than a hundred automatic rifles, high-powered anti-materiel sniper rifles, and RPGs aimed at him and Lyvor, but still no one dares to get within ten meters of the truck, and even Sam, who has a good personal training with Yange, sneaked into the crowd while he was not paying attention.

Jango didn't care, though.

His calm posture is really not forcibly pretending, in fact, he himself doesn't know why, now looking at these trembling survivors, he can't help but feel a sense of contempt from the top down in his heart, that indescribable feeling, it is a bit like letting a graduate student look at junior high school, the feeling of absolute crushing from the intellectual level and the feeling of being overwhelmed from a high place.

The levels of life are all different, so what is the equality?

He himself knew that this mentality was very bad, so even now he was surrounded by so many people as a monkey, even if he was very unhappy with being pointed at so many guns, he still didn't say anything, and he didn't take any means of protest.

He waited patiently, he knew that no matter how sensational and difficult it was to solve, the camp maintenance council and the demon hunter guild would come up with a charter to solve it, and it would not be possible to spend it like this all the time.

......

He guessed correctly, but he was a little surprised by the appearance of the high-ranking members of the Demon Hunter Guild along with the officials of the camp maintenance association.

He looked up and down at the middle-aged black man in front of him who was wearing a suit and tie, but the people who were watching and himself felt very awkward, and teased in surprise: "Old fellow, how long has it been since you saw you?

Old Johnson's face was a little embarrassed, and he wanted to reach out and pull the tie that was strangled to his neck, but his hand had just reached out to tie it, and he seemed to feel that it was a little indecent to tear the tie in front of so many people, so he could only endure the embarrassment and awkwardness, and try to make a serious outfit with a straight face: "Dear Mr. Carno Scott, the Witcher, I am Johnson J. S. Scott, the executive deputy of the Witcher Guild. Dwayne, on behalf of the Witcher Guild, I will have a friendly discussion with you regarding the entry of your viscount ghoul servant into the camp, and you can fully express your views and provide the corresponding materials, of course, the final decision is still in the hands of the Witcher Guild!"

Yang Ge patiently listened to him finish this nonsense official talk, and then sneered evilly: "Yo, the official face is good, I worked hard to memorize it several times before I came, right?"

When old Johnson heard this, he immediately stared his eyes into bull's eyes with anger, stepped forward, and almost couldn't help but smash his fist that was about to explode into Yang Ge's face, "Son of a bitch, if you dare to speak in a weird way, believe it or not, I'll hammer you to death here?"

Yang Ge made a "I'm so scared" expression, then stretched out an index finger and pointed to the dense crowd around him, "Be reasonable, so many people are surrounding me as a circus, how do you think I can talk well? In other words, if I don't want to talk well, do you think I will tolerate those rotten tomatoes rotten bird eggs that are trembling and pointing guns at me until now? For the sake of you being my godfather, I didn't get angry with you, and just now I was going to discount the leg of the representative of the Demon Hunter Guild!"

Old Johnson turned his head and glanced around, his brows slowly twisted into a ball...... He also felt that these crowds of onlookers who watched the excitement were a bit of a desecration of the dignity of demon hunters.

He didn't say anything to Yang Ge, he turned around neatly and walked to the big fat man camp maintenance committee official who was more than ten meters away from Yang Ge and couldn't stop wiping his sweat with a handkerchief, and talked to him in a serious whisper.

Yang Ge saw that the big fat man seemed to want to hold on to something, but after old Johnson stared at him and pointed to the blessing several times, he finally gave in, turned around and walked to the row of police cars where the siren was blaring, and said something with his hands and feet and spitting everywhere.

After a while, the policemen began to tremble and evacuate the crowd.

But it didn't seem to have much effect, and when the crowd dispersed somewhat, Yang Ge noticed that the police were evacuated by reporters with cameras and unemployed survivors who were purely watching the excitement, not to mention that none of the military and police officers who pointed guns at him did not withdraw, not even the doctors and nurses in big white coats.

Yang Ge had always been obsessed with the Demon Hunter Guild Research Institute, and now these doctors and nurses, wearing surgical masks and carrying medical kits, were ready to rush up at any time and rush up to give him a full-body examination that went deep into his body and soul, which undoubtedly made him even more unhappy.

Angry and unhappy, Yang Ge finally had a hot head and made a move that surprised him.

He suddenly picked up the M16, aimed it at the sky, and pulled the trigger fiercely.

"Da Da Da ......"

The dense gunfire mixed with the crisp sound of bullet casings falling on the hood exploded the tense and oppressive atmosphere of freezing at once.

In an instant, many military policemen with guns aimed at him were like gophers, completely shrinking their upper bodies under the car door used as cover, and a small number of military policemen could not stand the fright and pulled the trigger in panic.

"Da-da, bang-bang, bang-bang......"

The chaotic and dense gunfire turned the gate into a battlefield in an instant, and after 0.1 seconds, Yang Ge suddenly felt as if he had been smashed with a sledgehammer on his right shoulder and left rib at the same time...... Fortunately, it was a small-caliber automatic rifle, and the bullet passed through his muscle, not hurting the bone, leaving only a bloody hole the size of a thumb.

In a second, it had taken at least twenty shots, most of the small-caliber automatic rifle bullets were bounced off by its steel plate bone armor, but two more shots knocked off a large chunk of the bone armor on its head and left chest...... It is estimated that it is either a special armor-piercing bullet fired from an anti-materiel sniper rifle or a large-caliber bullet fired by a machine gun.

As soon as the gunshots rang out, the scene was completely out of control, and the old Johnson, who was standing in the rain of bullets, roared angrily "ceasefire", but who still listened to him at this time?

Yang Ge was shot twice, and his mind hadn't recovered from the question of how he thought of shooting into the sky, until the aggrieved "Ula" sound woke him up, and he was instantly furious.

For the safety of the camp and the future of all mankind, he Yang Ge forgot to fight with the dark creatures outside the house, and when he returned home, he had to be beaten by this group of waste materials who saw that the dark creatures couldn't even stand on their feet? (Regardless of whether his original intention of hunting demons is for the safety of the camp and the future of all mankind, but demon hunting itself is the meaning)

Is there any heavenly reason for this? Is there still a law for this?

"Counter Strike...... Don't kill!"

At the same time as he gave the command to Rifle, he jumped off the hood of the truck, and the next second, his figure disappeared at the same time as the Dracula saber placed on the hood of the truck.

"Ula!" Laifu received Yang Ge's order, roared excitedly, and at the same time that Yang Ge's figure disappeared, it jumped seven or eight meters high and jumped directly towards the steel city wall...... The ghoul holds the grudge the most, and whoever hits it hurts the most, it remembers it clearly.

I don't know if it understands what Yang Ge means when he says "don't kill".