The moment he saw Gatling, Mark was stunned.

Despite possessing the Holy Shroud, Mark doesn't think he can stand up to Gatling.

After all, in the vision Mark saw that day, the Holy Shroud was a core outfit rather than a defensive outfit.

"Where the hell did the madman come from?"

Pointed at the muzzle of the black hole, Mark only felt his eyebrows jump.

Before he had time to think about more movements, Mark decisively raised his hands.

The power of the Sacred Shroud was activated, and two white bandages burst out of his hands, one fiercely rolled towards the other and the other directly towards the chandelier.

At this moment, Mark has no way to retreat.

The only places that can get out of the room are the door and the window.

But outside the window, someone was aiming at a rocket, and someone was carrying a Gatling at the door.

Faced with this situation, Mark can only find a way to solve one first.

Burst~!!!!

Before the bandage could hit the opponent, there was a piercing sound, and the muzzle of Gatling's gun spun violently.

Almost instantly, the barrels of the guns turned red, and countless red-hot eggshells popped out from the side of the guns.

Metal Storm On!

The sound of Gatlin's shooting was not the legendary thud, but a fart-like sound.

As soon as the barrel is rotated, the popping sound will continue until the end of the rotation.

Between the tongues of fire, the large-caliber bullets were like a violent wind passing through, easily tearing Mark's bandage.

The white bandage dissipated into light shavings, and Mark took advantage of this opportunity to rise into the air.

The bandages tugged at his body, quickly sending him upside down on the ceiling.

Looking at the enemy who was about to lift Gatling with great difficulty, a rich light suddenly appeared in Mark's eyes.

Divine Heat Sight!

Two divine rays of light shot out of his eyes, blazing hot and carrying a powerful impact.

How fast is light?

Faster than lifting a Gatling anyway!

The thing itself is heavy, and with the recoil during the shooting, it is still very laborious to lift.

Mark's hot gaze is different, as long as it is within the sight, he will point wherever he wants.

Airplanes!

With Mark's gaze, the divine heat gaze directly bombarded the other party's chest, causing his whole body to fly upside down.

"Stay honest with me!"

Seeing this, Mark kicked his legs on the ceiling and rushed straight towards the enemy.

Before he could land on the ground, a bandage flew out, wrapping the other party into a dumpling.

"Say!"

"Who the hell sent you?"

Mark grabbed the other man's neck, his eyes so dark that he could drip water.

Anyone who was almost shot to death would not be in a good mood.

But the man just smiled and didn't answer Mark's question.

"Don't say yes?"

"I'll let you speak!"

Mark's heart moved, and the bandages wrapped around the other party's body suddenly shrank.

As if being strangled by a python, the bearded man suddenly let out a painful wail.

Da-da-da-da!

It was at this moment that the rapid gunfire rang out again.

The moment he heard the gunshot, Mark made evasive actions without even thinking about it, and bullets passed him one after another.

“AK47？”

"Terrorists in the desert?"

While Mark dodged the bullets, he also spotted the figure with a gun.

After combining the previous Gatling and Bazooka, Mark already had such a guess in his mind.

"For Allah!"

In the midst of the dense gunfire, someone shouted feverishly.

"Fack!"

"Sure enough, it's these crazy people!"

Mark cursed.

Being targeted by such a group of crazy people, he is destined to be unable to continue to hide, so he can only leave here as soon as possible.

God knows what weapons these madmen have, in case a lot of people die because of themselves, it is estimated that they will not be able to mix in Cairo.

Realizing this, Mark no longer kept.

His gaze looked at the man holding the AK, and his hot gaze instantly exploded.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, the hot gaze turned against the man, causing him to slam heavily on the ground.

At the same time, Mark is like a rampaging Spider-Man, using the power of the Holy Shroud to quickly shuttle back and forth in the corridors.

The terrifying speed made Mark like a white ghost, easily knocking down one opponent after another.

The sound of gunshots and wailing shook the entire apartment, and someone hurriedly called the police.

But there are also those who are bold enough to quietly open the door through a crack, and suddenly see a scene that looks like a myth.

In the dark and cramped corridor, a bandaged mummy was fighting a group of enemies under the constant lights that kept on and off.

His enemies, all armed with guns, were routed one after another by the power of the mummies, like miscellaneous soldiers.

"Allah, am I not awake?"

"The mummy is resurrected?"

"Am I hallucinating?"

"Can anyone tell me if it's a movie!"

As the gunfire ceased to be dense, more and more people began to open the door to check, and then couldn't help but exclaim.

The entire hallway was in shambles, the ground was littered with unconscious humans, and the smell of gunsmoke filled the air.

In the hallway, a bandaged figure seemed to be leaning against the wall.

His body was riddled with bullet holes, and the blood had stained the bandages blood-red.

Ding Ding Ding...

Everyone held their breath and looked at Mark in disbelief.

They watched as Mark's wounds glowed, bullets being forcibly squeezed out and falling to the ground with a crisp sound.

No one dared to make any noise.

Because they don't know if the mummies that seem to come out of mythology will hurt them.

Mark doesn't care about being watched now, and even those who are secretly filming videos, Mark doesn't have the energy to stop them.

"A bunch of goddamn lunatics!"

"When I can leave Cairo, I must make you disappear."

Mark gasped and diverted himself from his attention with constant self-talk.

It hurts so much!

The weapons that these madmen are armed with, the whole Nyima, are large-caliber firearms.

You can ignore small-caliber firearms, but you can't ignore them.

Although it is not fatal, the feeling of tearing flesh and blood, and even breaking bones, is really not something ordinary people can bear.

Even Mark, who was the Sun Knight, was so white in pain at the moment that cold sweat was already covering his whole body.

In Qin Ran's setting, the Sun Knight is more powerful during the day.

This is a small setting to force Markor to show up.

But just because you're more powerful during the day doesn't mean you're not extraordinary at night.

Unable to soak up the sun, Mark, although not as powerful as during the day, is still a Sun Knight.

Under the ability of the Sun Knight, in about fifteen minutes, Mark recovered his approximation.

"It's almost time to go."

Looking at the pair of eyes and the camera in the crack of the door, a touch of helplessness flashed in Mark's eyes.

I was going to be a masked hero and slowly spread the belief in the god Ra.

Well, now I might be on fire.

Even if the official may manipulate public opinion, he will eventually enter the eyes of many people.

It's not the same as the previous petty fights.

"I can only take one step at a time."

Mark took a deep breath, ignoring the fearful and curious gazes, and walked towards the window at the end of the hallway.

He had to get out of here before the official arrival.

At that moment, with the creak of the door, a ball rolled over.