Chapter 493: Who Is He?
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Bullets passed Qiao Shan's ears with the sound of whistling wind.
The small wooden boat beneath him was pierced by bullets, which burrowed into the gravel, and splashes of wood chips and sand drifted in the sunlight, accompanied by screams and screams around him.
Leng Feng immediately squatted down and hid himself behind the small wooden boat.
At the same time, Qiao Shan was dragged down.
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When I looked over, I saw the direction from which the gunshots came, and the Red Turban Army pursued the government army in this direction.
"Run!
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Leng Feng's eyes were like wolves, and he shouted at Qiao Shan, then rushed out, ran a few steps, and pounced, pounced on his godson.
Bullets flew over his head!
Just a second later, Xiao Hei's son was about to be shot.
The sudden rain of bullets made Leng Feng not care too much, so he could only ensure the lives of himself and the people around him first.
He looked back and saw that Qiao Shan was no longer on the side of the small wooden boat.
There was no time to look for it again, Leng Feng didn't see Qiao Shan's body, but when he had already run away after listening to his words, he hurriedly got up from the beach and pulled Tundu to the street.
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On the beach, several huge dead tree trunks are scattered all over the place.
After killing the fleeing government soldiers one by one, the Red Turbans did not stop their actions, holding up the AK47 in their hands and aiming their guns at the civilians on the beach.
Qiao Shan even heard their arrogant shouts.
Pickup trucks slowly approached, and dozens of Red Turbans drove civilians toward the city.
Civilians who passed by on the beach would be shot three or two times, regardless of whether the other party was dead or not.
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out, and Qiao Shan rushed out from behind the trunk.
"Bang bang bang!"
The gunshots were endless, but Qiao Shan had already rushed to the side of a red turban army, jumped up, and put a knife around the opponent's neck, and at the same time, snatched the AK47 in the hand of the red turban army.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Qiao Shan swam quickly on the beach like a snake, and the rifle in his hand changed clips simultaneously.
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βFUCK!β
The soldier in the pickup truck picked up the RPG bazooka, stood up from the hood, and was about to fire a cannonball at Qiao Shan, but before he could stand firmly, a bullet shot through his eyebrows.
The gunfire does not stop,
Every time a gunshot rang out, a red turban soldier bloomed with bright flowers on his eyebrows.
This outrageous shooting accuracy, as well as the frequency of the fall of the companions beside them, instantly frightened the remaining Red Turban soldiers, and one by one they hurriedly found cover, spoke the local language, and hid behind their pickup trucks.
Bang! Bang bang!
The retreat of the Red Turban Army made Qiao Shan appear more at ease.
One magazine, thirty rounds.
Before it was completely used up, Qiao Shan had already come to a pickup truck driven by the Red Turban Army.
Bang!
Killing the Red Turban Army who raised his gun towards him under the car, Qiao Shan jumped forward, took two steps from the front of the car to the back of the car, picked up the RPG, and aimed at the two cars.
"The Great Age of Genes"
"Oh! God~"
Boom β
Another pickup truck exploded in an instant, igniting a raging fire.
Qiao Shan stood on the roof of the car, looked around, squinted his eyes, and exhaled softly......
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It's not just on the beach, more Red Turbans are wreaking havoc in the city.
Chinese supermarket.
Several government soldiers fell in blood, and the Red Guards were fighting fiercely with Leng Feng, and after running out of rifle bullets, they directly used the rifle as a firewood stick and slashed it out.
"Crunchβ"
Johnson drove a pickup truck and parked in front of the supermarket.
As soon as he pushed open the door of the supermarket, he saw Leng Feng quickly pick up another AK47 from the ground, aiming at Qiao Shan and preparing to shoot.
"Come on in!"
Leng Feng shouted.
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Qiao Shan strode in and went straight to the cash register,
The detective took out his duffel bag inside.
"Little brother! Don't take the bag! Hide! Qian Bida hugged his head and shouted to Qiao Shan in a panic.
Whoop -
A black cloth flew out of the duffel bag and danced through the air.
Qiao Shan spread his hands and raised his head.
The cloth slowly fell on him......
Immediately after, two hands came out of the cloth, followed by a masked head...... It turned out to be a black-robed cloak.
In the shadow of the hood, Qiao Shan's very calm expression was revealed.
After putting on the black robe and cloak, Qiao Shan glanced back at a few people, his eyes stayed on the strange Chinese faces on the cold floor who were unwilling to die for a moment, and without saying anything, he turned around and rushed towards the outside of the supermarket.
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"Hey!
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"Don't go out!
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Leng Feng shouted at Qiao Shan, wanting to rush out to stop Qiao Shan, but he was a step too late.
When he came to the door, he saw a cold light flashing in Qiao Shan's hand, and the head of a Red Guard who rushed over suddenly flew high and rolled down at the door of the supermarket.
Leng Feng's eyes widened in shock, looking at everything in front of him in disbelief.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing!
A flowing black shadow wandered like a ghost on the battlefield, and heads flew up wherever it passed......
Gunshots, cannons, screams, explosions.
There was also the sound of a scimitar cutting through flesh.
A cold weapon, a flesh and blood body, on the battlefield full of artillery fire, actually showed an invincible momentum!
No!
Leng Feng Tong Kong Meng shrank!
That's not a scimitar!
Seeing the scimitar pattern in the black shadow's hand clearly, Leng Feng's heart couldn't help but beat reluctantly!
That's a scythe!
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Qiao Shan's appearance instantly attracted most of the firepower of the Red Turban Army, which also gave the civilians hiding everywhere a chance to escape.
Qian Bida saw that there was no danger for Leng Feng to stand at the door of the supermarket sluggishly, so he secretly crawled over, poked his head, quickly retracted it, and then quickly stood up with a shocked face, also stunned.
"It turns out that the legend is true......"
The voice of hometown sounded around me.
Leng Feng's gaze fell on the black shadow floating on the street, and when he heard this, he quickly turned his head and saw a surviving Chinese hugging, and said in confusion:
"Legends? What legend?! β
This Chinese compatriot doesn't look very old, only in his twenties, and at this moment, looking at the black shadow on the battlefield, he suddenly trembled with excitement, and said excitedly:
"Death! He's the Grim Reaper! There really is a Grim Reaper in this world!
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"If you're a fan of the supernatural, you'll know about him! Death, the Grim Reaper who wanders around the world! In recent years, all kinds of supernatural events in the world have been related to him! β
"I'm going to take a picture!"
"There really is death in this world! There is a transcendent being!
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Leng Feng looked at the black shadow on the battlefield, shook his head, and said, "No! He's not a grim reaper! β
"He's human! People who have reached the limits of their bodies! β
He observed the Black Shadow's movements, and was certain that they were all within the limits of what humans could do, and that he could even do some of them.
But in order to be unscathed in the rain of bullets, it requires not only physical coordination, but also control of the entire battlefield, and reflexes, control, and sensitivity......
And most importantly...... Luck!
Who is he?
At this moment, a deep doubt rose in Leng Feng's heart.
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