A rocket, with a long tail flame, flew out of the bazooka and blasted straight towards the car in the distance.

At the moment when Cesar pulled the trigger, the soul immediately shot the long arrow. The arrow came first, as if transcending time and space, instantly piercing the bulletproof glass, nailing the old driver's forehead, piercing his head, and sticking the arrow to the backrest to reveal a large section.

This story tells us that old drivers who drive a lot are not destined to live long!

With the help of a telescope, Cesar aims at the amount in advance, and there is naturally no problem with grasping the amount in advance, but he can't stand the old driver's experience, and he can slam the steering wheel to avoid it urgently. In order not to embarrass his boss, Yifa decided to make his own decision and shoot the driver first.

Therefore, Cesar's trailing rocket could accurately hit the target vehicle, and with a loud 'boom', the fire soared into the sky, and the car was blown into the sky, spinning and falling again, smashing huge pits and countless cracks in the ground, making a piercing sound of metal deformation, and constantly rolling forward, startling the surrounding poor people to scream and flee.

"Listen, this is the art of explosions!" Cesar shouted madly, dropping his bazooka and standing on the roof with his arms outstretched. It's a pity that there was chaos below, and no one noticed him, and this B was in vain. The younger brothers behind him also ignored it, but the scum was still enjoying it, feeling that he had comprehended the true meaning and beauty of 'chaos and evil'.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, the top of the vehicle, which had been crushed and deformed by the explosion, was suddenly kicked into the sky by a huge force, and then a black shadow crawled out of it.

"Hey, he's not dead!" said Cesar, who stretched out his hand to the radish and said, "Mask!"

Radish nodded, handing Cesar a clown mask. Then he took out two sharp radishes with a metallic sheen from his waist and rotated them twice in his hands. Hold it suddenly.

Putting on his mask, Cesar kicked open the green wooden box at his feet, pulled out a magic-guided automatic rifle, and then jumped down the tenth floor.

Under the tremendous acceleration of gravity, Cesar dented the roof of a sports car. Then he stepped on the cobweb-covered glass, jumped lightly to the ground, and walked towards the chaotic road. While walking, he strafed and set off a field of chickens and dogs. His movements and shapes are indescribably stylish and chic, full of anarchism's pursuit of freedom and beautiful yearning.

With Cesar's movements, the Goblin Avengers also jumped off one by one. Gray Ears smashed a huge pit in the ground, and the dung pluck treasure easily flew to the ground with the help of the 'dung pulling artifact'. The turnip jumped down. Steady landing. One shot into the soul is even lighter, like a feather. Only the refrigerator rider was too bulky, half of his body was trapped in the cargo box of the truck, and he kept calling his companions, 'For the sake of the Women's Federation, pull the brothers'......

In the distance, a burly gray-haired man stood up straight, poking his entire upper body out of the car that had lost its roof, a burly and muscular man. The gray-haired man saw a man in a standard military uniform from a distance. A guy wearing a playful clown mask is carrying a rifle. Strafing all the way to this side.

Behind the clown mask, there is also a group of strange people of all kinds, including the circus clown bunny, the huge bloated mecha, the green skinning giant, and the flickering thunder dung plucker...... How to look at this lineup. It seems to be a cosplay from a circus?

"Young Master, the origin of the assassin doesn't seem to be simple, it should be the Holy Hunger Demon of the Death Knell, do you need me to inform the other team members?"

Dahan saw the dress of Xisara's gang clearly, and he was not surprised why there were members of the death knell in the military headquarters. In Ceylon. All kinds of part-time jobs happen from time to time, and everyone has long been accustomed to it. It is understandable that one or two high-ranking military officials dislike the low wages and degenerate into the 'death knell' to earn extra money.

"Holy Famine? Interesting, just let me move. I originally thought that the summit would only have endless boring banquets, but I didn't expect such unexpected surprises. Test their strength for me and see if they are qualified to let me shoot?"

"This ......" The big man hesitated, and the four cars next to him opened their doors one after another, and twelve men in black coats appeared, surrounding the wreckage in the middle. It's a bunch of dedicated bodyguards.

"With my strength, do I still need your protection?" the man said unhappily.

"Yes!

The strong man nodded respectfully, and then his face suddenly became hideous, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and then he roared angrily and made a knife swing in the car. In the car, which could not be seen by the naked eye, the strong man held a long knife in his left hand, against his waist, and grasped the handle of the knife with the other hand, and drew the knife in an instant.

The sharp and terrifying air blade was created when the curved blade rubbed against the scabbard, and finally exploded in a small space, with a 'boom' sound, dust splashed, and the broken car was split into several pieces by the man's knife in an instant, and exploded in all directions.

When the smoke and dust subsided, Cesar in the distance still fired his guns at the sky, emptying passers-by, leaving only a bunch of cars that had stalled, and the flying machines in the sky had already dispersed.

On the other side, dozens of pieces of metal wreckage with smooth cuts, 'Ping Lang Lang' fell into the distance, and a huge figure held a long knife, slowly walking towards Xisar step by step.

Behind the strong man, a man in a black trench coat with his cheeks covered by his long hair was sitting steadily in the back seat of the only remaining car, thinking about what problem with his head half-bowed? The breeze blew, raising the corners of his clothes and long hair, and an invisible momentum permeated his body, not taking Cesar and the others in his eyes at all.

"Tsk, it's more windy than me! The annoying smell is really the damn Scorpion King Armor!" Seeing that the person who came was even more arrogant than himself, Cesar felt that everything he had prepared was for this black-clothed boy to pretend to be B as a foreshadowing, and he was very unhappy, so he picked up his rifle and shot it.

Dada......

A barrage of bullets shot forward from the ground, and now countless sparks erupted on the floor, and then the trajectory finally broke off the ground, and finally shot at the guy who was sitting still, motionless. It's a pity that before the bullet hits, he was slashed off by a sharp long knife with a super speed that is difficult to see with the naked eye.

The long knife in the strong man's hand danced, turning into countless dazzling silver threads, intercepting and smashing all the bullets fired by Cesar, making the dregs feel embarrassed. I'm a boss.,Actually stopped and attacked by the opponent's horse.,Where to put your face when you say it?

"Guys, stop that group of weirdos, this clown-faced, hand it over to me to deal with! Don't disturb the young master's rest. The gray-haired man said.

"Yes!" The twelve black-clothed men instantly dispersed and rushed towards the dung treasure and the others. (To be continued.) )