This monster with bat wings and good at sneak attacks is called a gargoyle and has a strong defense.

If you attack with AK47 and hit all of them, you can't kill one, but Lin Baici's lamb shotgun is very lethal, and when a bullet passes, it will be half killed.

Chirping! Chirping!

The gargoyle screamed and struggled to get up.

Lin Baici didn't make up the knife, because another gargoylee hiding in the branches and leaves of the big tree next to him flew down.

Blazing fast.

Lin Baici raised the muzzle of the gun and activated the special effect of the shotgun.

Heartbreaker Iron Rain!

Bang!

The gargoyle that came down like a bomber was directly blasted into a ball of meat sauce by the bullets, and less than a fifth of the corpse was left and fell down like a broken sack.

Bang!

Wow! Wow!

The bolognese fell and spread on the ground.

Lin Bai resigned.

"These zombies are endless, I can't escape, it's better to kill them all in one go!"

Huang Cheng was annoyed and wanted to solve the problem once and for all.

"It's also a good idea to kill them before you run out of energy!"

Zhong Schumann agreed.

"Kill ...... Kill them all!"

Wu Shitong really couldn't run, and now he fell again, and his whole body hurt, so he desperately hoped that Lin Baiqi and his party would stay and fight.

"Don't make any noise, listen to Lin Shen!"

No matter how he chooses, Luo Laohan doesn't care, because he is worry-free about self-preservation, so at this time, he still wants to pat Lin Bai's sycophancy.

"Then kill ......"

Lin Bai didn't finish speaking, and paused, because the zombies that were rushing over were like robots that had lost power, and they all froze in place.

"What's the situation?"

Li Yintong turned the butterfly knife: "Could it be that they know that we have to go all out, so they are scared?"

"Can you make up for it with less brain?"

Luo Laohan was speechless: "It's the Lord who is coming!"

Obviously, these zombies are being manipulated, and the main owner is going to make an appearance, so let them stop for the time being.

Everyone immediately paid full attention and watched the surroundings.

Lin Baici's ears moved, and he turned his head to look to the right.

In the white morning mist, the sound of cowhide boots stepping on the grass sounded.

"Spotted me so soon?"

A rough voice of praise came: "Yellow-skinned monkey, your perception is good!"

Lin Baici's impression of this guy was instantly bad.

Swish!

Everyone looked at it.

Wu Shitong panicked, and crawled back with his hands and feet, because the person was coming towards him.

Without waiting for Wu Shitong to climb a few steps, with a bang, a golden leather whip shot out of the morning mist with the sound of breaking the wind, and slammed on Wu Shitong's back.

pia！

"Ahh

Wu Shitong screamed, and the whole person curled up in pain and rolled on the ground.

Soon, a man walked out.

High nose bridge, blue eyes, typical Caucasians.

He was about twenty-seven or eight years old, tall and powerful, with an Air Force flight jacket on top, yellow jeans on the bottom, and a pair of high riding boots on his feet.

There are spurs on the back of the boots, and when you walk, the spurs spin around.

"Hey, yellow-skinned monkeys, hello!"

The white man greets.

He wears a red triangular scarf around his neck, a cowboy hat on his head, a bullet belt around his waist, a holster on his left side, and a revolver stuck in it.

Coupled with the leather whip in his hand, this image is the most typical western cowboy in America, with his own large ranch, raising cattle and sheep, and likes to drive pickups.

It's not a greeting, it's pure humiliation.

Zhong Shuman and Li Yintong had the heart to scold back,

But the other party can make a rule pollution of this scale, they can't figure out the strength of the other party, and they don't dare to talk nonsense.

Lin Baici didn't care about this: "White pig, good morning!"

"Squirt him, squirt to death!"

Li Yintong cheered.

"Haha, I still like people like you who can resist!"

The white-skinned man smiled, his tone, and his cheeks were full of a sense of superiority: "Because the more you resist, the more I feel happy when I see the miserable appearance when you are finally stepped on!"

"You're going to be on the street, and it's like you're going to win!"

Li Yintong was disdainful: "Do you know who this is?"

"It's useless!"

The white-skinned man looked at Lin Baici: "I can see that you are very strong!"

"How? Do you want to be my slave?"

The white-skinned man rolled up the whip, which was about three or four meters long.

"Lin Shen, can you bear this kind of thing when he says this? him!"

Luo Laohan fanned the flames.

"You should be glad that because you are strong, I will come out to meet you and give you a chance, if it were these people......

The white-skinned man pointed at Zhong Schumann and these people with a leather whip: "I just fed them to my little pets!"

The little pets in the mouth of this white-skinned man refer to zombies, ghouls, and those scarecrows.

Wu Shitong endured the pain, stopped screaming, and climbed behind the big tree next to him.

The white-skinned man wields a horsewhip.

pia!

"Ahh

Wu Shitong had painful convulsions.

"Let me see what this is? An old stinky rat!"

The white-skinned man ridiculed: "It's all death anyway, why struggle?"

"I...... I'm Wu Shitong, the richest man in Haijing, can you let me go?"

Wu Shitong begged for mercy: "If you let me go, you will gain more than killing me!"

"Wow, the richest man?"

The white-skinned man was surprised: "What a big fish!"

"Whatever you want, you can talk about it!"

Wu Shitong thought that he had a chance, he wanted to stand up and take out a little bit of the richest man's style, don't let people look down on him, but as soon as he stood up, the white-skinned man's leather whip was whipped over.

Syllable!

Wu Shitong's face was smacked, his mouth was smashed, and blood and broken teeth spat out.

"Have I allowed you to stand up?"

The white-skinned man scolded coldly: "Kneel!"

Wu Shitong is also a character after all, he has self-esteem and doesn't want to kneel, but the pain in his body makes him dare not stand, so he simply fell to the ground.

"Huh!"

The white-skinned man sneered and flicked his horsewhip.

Swish!

The whip wrapped around Wu Shitong's arm, and then as the white-skinned man pulled hard, Wu Shitong was thrown out and rolled all the way.

Syllable!

The white-skinned man snapped his fingers, and the zombies that were standing still immediately roared and pounced on Wu Shitong.

"Don't kill me!"

"Don't!"

"Help me!"

"Lin Xian's nephew!"

Wu Shitong let out a terrible scream under the gnawing of the zombies.

"Is it fun to torture people?"

Lin Baici didn't save Wu Shitong, because even if he was saved now, he would still die if he fought with the white-skinned man later, and no one helped him.

"It's no fun to torture people!"

The white-skinned man shook his head, "But it's fun to torture the yellow-skinned monkey!"

"You don't think you've won, do you?"

Li Yintong sneered.

"Haha, please allow me to introduce myself!"

The white-skinned man smiled and looked at his sister, as if he was looking at a frog at the bottom of a well.

"What is your relationship with the slave owner Dustin Hoffman?"

Luo Laohan suddenly opened

Mouth.

"Huh?"

The white-skinned man was slightly stunned: "You actually know my father?"

"Shhh

Lin Baici, a newcomer, doesn't know much about the slave owner, but Luo Laohan, Zhong Shuman, an old fritter, and even Li Yintong, all gasped after hearing the white-skinned man admit that he was the son of the slave owner, and fear appeared on his face.

I***!

How did you meet such a giant?

"I'm Dustin Pitt, a cowboy who loves to herd!"

The white-skinned man grinned, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth: "But I'm not putting cattle and sheep, but people!"

I have to say that this sentence is still very oppressive when Wu Shitong is being bitten and screaming by a zombie next to him.

[In front of the king at the top of the food chain, he dares to be so arrogant, he must be slaughtered and fed to the dogs! 】

"This guy's dad is amazing?"

Lin Baici asked.

"It's amazing!"

Luo Laohan spoke with a trill: "Over there in North America, there are a few giants who are said to be strong enough to kill gods!"

"For example, Shakira, the great shaman of the Yellowstone Regiment, Elon Musk, the boss of Silicon Valley, and Newton of God's gravity, they all founded their own team of god hunters and are famous in the circle!"

"These people are very famous, very powerful, and have a style of acting, and they are also neutral and orderly, as long as there is no conflict of interest involved, if you don't mess with me, I will hardly mess with you!"

"But there's a giant guy who is an exception!"

Luo Laohan swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"This guy's dad?"

Huang Cheng was curious.

"Yes, you know by his nickname, slave master!"

Zhong Shumann shuddered when he mentioned this person: "Everything he fancies, he must get his hands on it, believing in the law of the jungle, without any sense of morality and guilt!"

"Some people are unhappy with him, but those who are unhappy with him have become his slaves, and they are enslaved and tortured to death by him!"

To put it simply, it's both strong and bad!

You see that he is not pleasing to the eye, and there is nothing you can do about him!

"On the same level as Shakira?"

Lin Baici knew the level of the great shaman and wanted to make an analogy.

"Probably better than Shakira, right?"

Zhong Shuman didn't know, after all, this kind of big guy, they had no chance or qualification to contact at all.

If others heard someone say that their father was a bad guy, they would be angry, but Dustin Pitt didn't, and instead smiled proudly.

"How? Now that you know my father's prestige, do you want to be my slave?"

Pete asked.

"Your dad is your dad, you're you!"

Lin Baici looked at the white-skinned man: "Besides, you actually want my lamb shotgun, right?"

Lin Baici noticed that the other party had been peeking at his shotgun since he appeared.

Actually, it's not surprising, because firearms are too rare in the circle of god hunters.

"Yes, you should be worried that you won't be able to beat Brother Lin, so you came up with this method!"

Li Yintong nodded.

In case Lin Baici was afraid of the majesty of the slave owner and agreed to this Pete, it is estimated that he would be killed in the first place.

"Lin Shen, be careful, from now on, don't answer nonsense, this Pete must have a control type of divine grace."

Zhong Schumann reminded.

There are some divine graces, and the way they are activated is very weird, and it is difficult to guard against.

Since Hoffman was able to break into the name of a slave owner, he obviously had a few brushes.

"So it's called the Lamb Shotgun?"

Pete smacked his lips, "Lamb to the slaughter?"

"That's not an auspicious name!"

For these Westerners, sheep sometimes represents a bad meaning.

Like demons.

Wu Shitong was there, and the screams gradually fell, but no one was there

Meaning, now Luo Laohan and the others, like a great enemy, are trying to think about how to avoid conflict.

"I'm not entirely because of your shotgun!"

Pete explains, "I like to collect a few local slaves everywhere I go!"

"You're so handsome, and you're so strong, if you take it with you and be a slave, you'll have a lot of face!"

Just like in the old days, whoever has a good slave has a face: "Of course, if you behave well, you can be promoted to a deacon!"

"Follow me, it's better to have a future than in a broken place like Kyushu!"

"By the way, you're still young, I can squeeze you for years, haha!"

Pete didn't plan to come out at first, this rule pollution, which he made with his father's divine taboo, was so terrifying that it was enough to kill anyone.

But while drinking, he watched these people fleeing from the TV, heard gunshots, and then saw Lin Baici's shotgun.

This made him possessive all at once.

Pete also has a revolver on his belt, but that thing can't fire, which is a bogey.

In addition, Lin Baici performed well, so Pete wanted to subdue him.

"As a cowboy, you have to have a shotgun, don't you think it's just made for me?"

Pete laughed, "Thank God for my guidance to come to this place in Kyushu and meet you!"

"Amen!"

"Dead in the streets!"

Li Yintong was angry: "Brother Lin, him!"

", can you stop making trouble, slave master's son, you can beat it?"

Luo Laohan persuaded the fight.

"I can't beat it, but Ringo can!"

Li Yintong was unhappy: "Hey, white pig, tell you, this is the new Kyushu Longyi Lin Baici, your father is here, and he doesn't dare to talk to him like this!"

"Huh?"

Pete was stunned: "Kyushu Dragon Wing?"

Pete's face was obviously full of disbelief, because Lin Baici was too young.

"Don't you usually go to the Origin Forum?"

Li Yintong asked rhetorically.

"I'm on, but I never pay attention to the news of you yellow-skinned monkeys!"

In Pitt's mind, Europa and North America are the mainstream world, and East Asia is a dirty garbage can that looks dirty.

The sense of superiority is full of yes.

"And you know now?"

Li Yintong glared at Pete viciously: "Are you afraid?"

"Sister, can you say a few words?"

Luo Laohan wanted to cover his sister's mouth: "I don't think Lin Baici is as tough as you!"

I don't know, I thought you were Kyushu Dragon Wing!

Luo Laohan felt that Lin Baici definitely didn't want to conflict with this Pete, he didn't have to be afraid, but other people's fathers were too awesome.

"Huh!"

Pete scoffed, "yes, I'm scared!"

"I've heard a long time ago that you Kyushu have a very good set of relationships, so you must be on top of the ladder, right?"

Lin Baici was too young, so Pete didn't believe that he had the level of Kyushu Dragon Wing.

"Does Shakira know each other?"

Lin Baici asked rhetorically.

"Great shaman, you say?"

Pete didn't understand why Lin Baici mentioned this person.

"She or your dad, who is the best?"

Lin Baici was purely curious.

"Incomparable, the great shaman is strong in divination and the future of good fortune!"

Pete wondered, "Do you know Shakira?"

"Okay, that's the end of the, how are you going to die?"

Lin Bai said in his heart that Ben Hungry God not only knew her, but also her master.

Your dad is awesome enough to enslave that great shaman?

But I can!

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