"Bang, Shakaraka......"

The pale lights lit up the bar, interrupting the madness that was climbing in the darkness.

The concussive music was still ringing in the ears, but the sudden light still made everyone feel strongly uncomfortable, I don't know how many heads were gathered in the bar, after a long pause, they reacted from the state of madness, and after adapting to the strong lights around them, they turned around to look around, and their eyes fell on Wei Wei, whose palms were slowly withdrawn from the direction of the electric switch.

In their field of vision, a new face appeared.

He doesn't look very old, only eighteen or nineteen years old, but he has a calm and sophisticated temperament.

He quickly took out an unclear ID, shook it casually at everyone, and then put it away with a faster speed.

"Excuse me, guys, to bother you."

Wei Wei squeezed out a professional smile on his face, and spoke very politely: "I'm from the Supernatural Research and Investigation Section. ”

"Your worship of demonic power and the spread of demonic factors are the first type of dangerous behaviors strictly prohibited by the Executive Agency."

“…… So, please stand in line and come back with me for an investigation, okay? ”

“……”

"Investigation Division?"

Before Wei Wei finished speaking, the people present were taken aback.

Then I don't know how many people looked slightly frightened, and their eyes subconsciously looked at the goth man on the stage.

Some people wonder: isn't Mr. DJ all done?

Some people also wondered: what does the Investigation Bureau do?

In all kinds of doubtful eyes, the gothic man also reacted suddenly, first took a quick look at the location of the elevator entrance, and found no other suspicious figures, and then quickly scanned the monitoring screen, and there was no other movement outside the building.

Although he didn't understand how he got in, he quickly regained his composure, with a smile on his face, and said:

"Is there some misunderstanding?"

“……”

He spoke politely and in a gentle tone.

But soon, the people on the dance floor reacted, squeezing slightly inside, blocking the idol of life behind them, and the DJ's voice continued to sound softly: "We worship one of the twelve main gods who control the life force: the goddess of life." He was born from the boundless ocean of spirit, bringing life and health to this world, as well as bringing us spiritual comfort......"

"It is He who helps us to heal our sickness and heal our wounds, and it is He who guides us, the lost Lambs, to ......"

“……”

In Mr. DJ's soft tone, the eyes of many people around him gradually became confused, and a sense of piety rose spontaneously, and the panic of being interrupted by outsiders at the beginning was gradually subsided, and the shame of being found out about some discomfort was also fading rapidly......

Wei Wei had a listening expression on his face, and then his right hand was raised impatiently.

He had a gun in his hand.

The gun is an old-fashioned, extremely long barrel pistol, and even a little rusty, with a rough temperament, like a tough guy with a short temper.

Then Wei Wei directly hooked the trigger.

"Phew!"

A burst of fire erupted from the muzzle.

With a "bang", a man standing next to the dance floor, blocking the statue of the goddess of life, suddenly froze on the spot, he looked down in disbelief, and saw that his abdomen had been knocked out of a large hole of flesh and blood.

Through this hole, the idol of the deity behind it can be seen.

The bullet passed through his abdomen and struck the underside of the idol, sending shards of stone in all directions.

The idol lost its hold and slowly fell, falling into pieces, and a figure slowly slipped out of it.

It was a vaguely recognizable girl who looked like she was still in school, with a ponytail and even pants in her school uniform. But the parts of her body, the parts that could be seen, were as thin as wood, like a crumpled black rag.

The sudden gunfire woke up the people who were slightly addicted, and even the DJ's words were suddenly stopped.

Countless expressions changed drastically, and they looked at Wei Wei blankly.

"The Demon of Life does not give life."

Wei Wei smiled and patiently explained to them: "The Life Demon only has the ability to deprive and give life energy, and can transfer the life energy of one unit to another. It can transform a person's life activity into pure life energy, extract and deprive it, and give it to others. Therefore, your so-called prayer is only to take the lives of other people with the help of demons. ”

After a pause, the corners of his mouth pursed slightly: "You are even used to wasting these lives......

“……”

"You ......"

Mr. DJ of Gothic style, it seems that he is not in the mood to listen to Wei Wei's pedigree, he who was still whispering and communicating with Wei Wei in a friendly manner just now, was shocked by this sudden shot, especially after seeing Wei Wei hurt people mercilessly, and even smashed the idol he worshipped, his eyes have instantly turned blood-red, and the green tendons on his neck burst like earthworms.

"Blasphemous, you are a blasphemous......"

He suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted: "Kill him, take him and sacrifice him to the goddess......"

"Whoa......

The shot just now made most of the people present fall into shock, and the DJ's roar made them react, and they saw the idol that broke to pieces on the ground, and the little girl exposed under the idol, and the panic of the discovery of the incriminating evidence spread again.

First, a few people in black robes who were standing behind the DJ reacted the fastest and walked up through the crowd.

Then, one by one, the believers gradually showed a fierce light in their eyes, staring at Wei Wei, who was alone in the crowd, and some sturdy young people had already picked up the wine bottles, ashtrays, and some strange stick-like rubber items on the table next to them......

How can a person who is not afraid of sharp daggers and spirits be afraid of bullets?

The vigorous vitality always makes them feel an impulse to destroy from time to time.

The madness seems to be spreading, and it is also fermenting rapidly.

Pairs of eyes turned scarlet, and strange expressions bloomed on their faces, faintly approaching in the flickering lights.

"Hoo ......"

At this moment, Wei Wei, who was surrounded in the middle, slowly lowered his head, as if he was a little regretful.

"I was trying to persuade you to stay away from the demons......"

Then, suddenly, he raised his head, and his face was abrupt, and suddenly he lost all smiles.

"Now we can only execute Plan B."

“……”

The next moment, he suddenly met everyone, and kept hooking and striking.

"Woo Woo ......"

One by one, holes appeared in the black-robed men who rushed towards them through the crowd, blooming bewitching and bright blood flowers.

A cry of terror rang out.

The tattered body and the severed limbs and arms in the sky burst two or three meters away, crushing the tables piled high with drinks.

Even if you worship the Life Demon and have a strong life force, you can still be killed.

They can quickly heal all kinds of self-harm wounds, and even the weakening of their vitality caused by aging, but as long as the instantaneous trauma and the power of death caused by death exceed the energy limit contained in their current life, they will die instantly.

It's a pity that some people in these bars don't even know about this.

The various miracles they experienced after joining this party gave them a fanatical confidence, until such a deafening gunshot suddenly sounded in their ears, and they saw that the familiar person had lost his familiar face and head.

Wei Wei's body rotated flexibly in the chaotic crowd and space, and his movements were not ridiculously fast, but they were very precise.

He smashed the black-robed guys with his gun, and had already stuffed the empty guns back into their pouches, and without bothering to change the bullets, he was busy weaving between the chaotic layouts, dodging the dangers around him, and picking up stools, wine bottles, fruit sticks, and a stick-like rubber object that he had snatched from him, and so on, and attacked those who attacked him or didn't have time to avoid him.

Panic spread, and more people fled with their heads in their hands than outlaws crowded in.

A blinding blood-red color came into view, and the twisted faces crept into fear.

And when they found that the elevator was out of control and the back door was locked with heavy chains, the panic in their hearts surged, and the tide seemed to fold back into the bar, looking at the man walking between the blood, and there was a sense of despair that there was nowhere to escape.

In the confusion, I don't know who was squeezed onto the console, and the loud music filled the eardrums again.

"Jump! Shakaraka! ”

Wei Wei held a gun and approached in the direction of the dance floor, and under his feet was already a carpet formed by the convergence of rivers of blood.

"Damn ......"

The gothic DJ watched the people below him approach him quickly, clenching his teeth inlaid with stainless steel.

He roared and rushed forward, like a human tank, knocking the four or five people in front of him into the air, his eyes were blood-red as if blood had burst out, and he slammed his fist wearing a skull ring at Wei Wei, who was approaching the stage.

Before the sharp edge of the ring slashed across Wei Wei's face, Wei Wei suddenly turned around and took out the second gun in his pouch in his hand. It was a bit longer than the second gun, silver, with elaborate patterns and a set of black signatures in English.

Elegant and sophisticated, like a lady.

The spear spun in the palm of his hand, and with grace and precision, he struck the DJ in the face.

The DJ was slightly sluggish.

"Phew!"

The next moment, special bullets whistled out of the barrel of the black hole, and half of DJ's head exploded into the appearance of plasma.

But he shook the ground a few times, and suddenly got up again.

The half-shattered eye shot out a blood-colored glow of hatred.

The body was in a posture that did not resemble a human form, with a heavy sense of strength, and grabbed Wei Wei's neck fiercely again.

Wei Wei leaned slightly, his movements were not as fast as the other party, but he was extremely accurate.

Pulling the distance between the opponent's palm and his own neck, the black spear pointed diagonally and fired again.

"Phew"

A large hole was blown open in the DJ's chest, and it flew diagonally again.

But in a twist, he got up again, his spine was broken, his body touched the ground at both ends, and the place where the flesh and blood were connected in the middle was pushed to the "arch bridge" posture above, and his hands and feet were quickly staggered, and he rushed in the direction of Wei Wei again.

Wei Wei kicked him down, stepped on the location of his broken spine, and aimed at his upper body with a continuous hook and wrench.

"Woo Woo Woo ......"

The bullets were empty in one go, and the upper half of the DJ's body was already pulp, but some of the flesh was still wriggling.

Wei Wei shook his head dissatisfied, picked up a bottle of high spirits from the side, poured it on him, and lit it.

The flames "poofed" up, twisted flesh twitched in the flames, and then completely stopped moving.

Wei Wei breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction, and the smile returned to his face.

……

……

Jump! Shakaraka!

The music continued, but the smell of wine and smoke, perfume and rotting seafood, mixed with the smell of fresh blood, was like a large, invisible hand that gripped the stomach of the survivors and filled it with a food called fear.

A look of madness faded away from their faces, and terror crept up their faces.

Mr. DJ died, and he, who was omnipotent in many people's hearts, died under such a simple method.

Some people suddenly had uncontrollable spasms and vomited, and some people fell to their knees with weak legs.

And among a group of frightened demon infected, Wei Wei had already leisurely turned around from the front of the flames, picked up a good cigarette scattered from the table next to him, put it in his mouth, lit it with the hot muzzle, and then put away the elegant lady, took out the rugged strong man again, glanced at the rest of the people, and then grabbed a handful of bullets and slowly stuffed them into the magazine.

The man who collapsed in a pool of blood trembled, looked at Wei Wei in fear, and pleaded in a trembling voice:

"Rao...... Spare us ......"

“……”

Wei Weiba snapped the butt of the gun, turned his head to look at him, and then shook his head with a smile:

"Don't!"

“……”

"Phew"

"Phew"

"Woohoo"

“……”

Persuading people to be kind or something, I like it the most!