Brooklyn, New York.

In the lobby of a red-brick double-storey mansion, Marcelo was looking at the M4A1+ carbine in his hand.

Fifteen minutes away from the agreed time for action, the things he used to pass the time have been done, and he has nothing to do, only to look carefully at the guy in his hand.

Wait a minute, whether the operation can be successful, it depends on whether this M4A1+ carbine has the kind of powerful lethality as the big brother said.

In addition to him, the people involved in the operation were six killers from different gangs.

Tall or short.

One of the most conspicuous is the African-American man sitting on a single sofa, more than two meters tall, with arms longer than knees, suspected of atavism.

Marcelo has heard the reputation of a stupid big man, the killer of the Five Klux Klan, and is known as the Wild Beast.

Due to the atmosphere within the Five Klux Klan, anyone other than Bai is inferior in their eyes.

So they didn't give the beast any name, they just called it by the beast.

The man has a bad brain, but he has a very terrifying physical fitness, and once climbed the Empire State Building with his bare hands and killed the media boss who offended the Five Klan on the 40th floor, and became famous.

The Five Ks took out the wild beast this time, and it can be regarded as wanting to completely extinguish David's fire of life.

Under the mayor's new policy, New York's major gangsters ushered in a heavy blow, and it was a blow in all aspects, from stealing to selling drugs and guns, all of which were cut at the arteries without exception.

The choice left to the gangsters is to either leave New York and develop elsewhere.

Either stay and take out Davy.

Between the two, the gangsters naturally chose the latter.

They ran to other people's territory, and they also had to go through a bloody storm to grab the territory.

To stay, only need to kill David alone.

As for whether David is shrouded by God.

This is not a difficult problem to solve in the hearts of the gang bosses.

Marcelo is a good example.

He assassinated David, initially terrified that God was going to punish him, but after spending two or three days at home, he found that he was overthinking.

God did not punish him at all, and he gradually grew bold.

It's like the first time he kills, Marcelo is a little scared, but the second time, the third time, what is left for him is excitement, and if he kills too much, only numbness remains in his heart.

If God only heals David and doesn't punish them, then they just need to beat David to the point where God can't save him.

Six M4A1+ carbines, twenty-three grenades, two flashbangs, and a human-tearing beast.

The seven of them could hit David without even a full human form.

For peace of mind, Marcelo tattooed Satan directly on his body.

Not all gangsters think that they can be forgiven by God by abandoning evil and turning to good, they are more inclined to tattoo Satan, the king of hell, and let the one in hell cover themselves, and continue to be a cow and a horse for Satan when they go to hell in the future.

Fuck it, it's good, it's beautiful, Marcelo is all about doing evil, killing, robbing, fucking, girl!

"Come, God is coming! See if labor and management do it to you! ”

This phrase has recently become the most common phrase shouted by the gangsters during entertainment, which can make them get the greatest satisfaction when they are violent against women, as if God is afraid of his own big weapon and does not dare to appear.

Marcelo paused as he wiped his gun, and shook his head disdainfully as his companion pressed a white-skinned woman under him.

There is nothing interesting about women.

He prefers the male owner of this house, but unfortunately, he went too far and killed people early.

"Haha!"

The tall African-American man let out a smug laugh, and when he was satisfied, he tightened the wire back in his hand.

And the wire wrapped around the woman's neck was tied with iron spikes, which were directly embedded in the flesh and blood, piercing her major arteries, and the blood instantly spurted outward and landed on the brown sofa.

Those eyes full of tears lost their luster and turned into dead eyes when their bodies trembled.

"Whew, that's cool."

"Don't make your legs weak, Zack."

"Haha, Marcelo, I'll have no problem fighting for another 300 rounds."

Sack loosened the wire from his hand, causing the woman to fall down the couch and make eye contact with her dead husband.

His principle is to party to the fullest, not to think about the future, not to think about the past, just to dwell on the pleasures of the present.

Before the action, the houses of the rich were randomly picked, which was Zack's proposal.

He likes to do things before he does.

Power, status, those in front of guns, are of little use.

Pious faith will not save them, it will only satisfy Zack's heart, and this feeling of trampling on order and trampling on the gods is really wonderful.

"It's almost time, isn't it?"

"Well, David will be touring the Labor Gala in Brooklyn at seven o'clock in the evening."

"To do that kind of thing, to hang around all day, not to be in the town hall, is to look down on us."

"The noble Holy Son probably thinks that with a word, anything can be solved."

"Haha."

There was a rampant laugh from those present, and only the beast sat still.

Before he received the order, his eyes were glazed and there was no hint of threat.

Suddenly, the beast sensed the unusual danger and said, "Roar! ”

He let out a low growl, not waiting for Marcelo to ask why.

Darkness clouded their vision.

It's like suddenly entering a bedroom at three o'clock in the morning in winter, and the lights are not on.

……

The sudden darkness left Marcelo almost unable to see, and he fell into a brief state of blindness.

A little, he saw a blurred outline.

The flat ground, the magnificent dome, the huge pillars that appear to support the dome, the pillars have lanterns, and there seems to be a rich black flame floating inside that is different from the light black around it.

"What is this?"

Marcelo let out a cry of surprise, his gaze swept around, and then landed on the throne above the nine steps, "Who are you?" ”

He yelled, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

If there's anything to be thankful about, it's that the other person doesn't look like God.

The pitch-black crown was worn on the top of their heads, and the black clothes like flowing water shrouded the surface of their bodies, and a pair of red eyes looked down on them condescendingly.

"Is you Satan?"

Sack spoke, his tone tinged with horror and a hint of joy, he couldn't wait to become Satan's servant so that he could do evil with recklessness in the world.

Qing Ze raised his index finger, and seven clouds of liquid-like darkness fell from the dome, falling to the ground, and quickly condensing into a human form.

Head, hands and feet, and a suit of armor.

Seven Shadow Soldiers stood there.

"Defeat them, and you will live."

Qing Ze did not directly gather an army of 100,000 to make the other party desperate, but planned to give them a glimmer of hope for survival and let them fight hard, only in this way can they let themselves see a good show.

Marcelo glanced at the black shadow men in armor, and he almost did not hesitate to quickly pull the trigger of the M4A1+ carbine.

A barrage of bullets vented out of the gunfire, cutting through the Shadow Soldier's sturdi-solid armor.

The bullets did not do any damage to the Shadow Soldiers, and they had no intention of attacking.

It wasn't until the thought of letting it kill the enemy crossed Qingze's mind that the shadow soldier quickly pounced.

"Die!"

Marcelo shouted, his body quickly backing away, his hand pulling the trigger, the whistling bullets unable to stop the Shadow Soldier.

Its hands were like the claws of a beast, and it slammed forward, and its flesh, bones, and guns, all seemed to turn into soft tofu at this moment, easily tearing the Shadow Soldier apart.

Flesh and organs fell to the ground.

Under Qing Ze's control, the ground turned into a glutton, engulfing corpses and guns.

When the others saw this, their faces suddenly showed frightened expressions.

What a joke, guns are useless.

So how else are they fighting?

Sack and the others quickly turned their gaze to the beast, and then shook their heads again.

Bullets can pass directly through the Shadow Soldier's body, can the fist be effective?

In the midst of life and death, Sark's brain was running the fastest, and he suddenly reacted and said with great joy: "Don't we have flashbangs?" ”

"That's right! Zack, that's supposed to be you carrying! ”

"Fack!"

From joy to sorrow, Sack remembered that he was indeed responsible for keeping the two flashbangs, which were also equipped on his body, but when he communicated with the hostess, he threw them all on the table.

Now he's standing bare-chested.

"What an idiot I'm in!"

He couldn't help but slap himself, and he didn't catch the flashbang in time just now.

Qing Ze heard their conversation.

Even if the distance between the two sides is a little far, in the shadow world, he is like turning on the ability of catalyst sensing at all times, and can see any of their movements and hear sounds.

It's just that such a full view is limited to the world of shadows.

"I'll give you a chance."

Qing Ze looked up, and the ability of catalyst sensing was activated, allowing him to peek into the world beyond the shadows, so as to manipulate the shadow of the sofa, so that the shadow climbed onto the table like a living python, swallowing both flashbangs and grenades into his mouth.

Fall in front of Sark.

Overjoyed, he quickly grabbed the flashing grenade, unplugged the safety pin of the flashing grenade, and threw it forward.

Then he covered his eyes with both hands, and a burst of intense white light quickly lit up, and the intense flash seemed to penetrate the palm of his hand, illuminating Zac's eyes a blood-red color.

Under such a strong light, Qing Ze found that the Shadow Soldiers were quickly eliminated.

Not only that, but even the shadows of the ground and walls disintegrated in the bright light.

However, the scale of the Shadow World is no different from the real world, and the glare of the flashbang is only a grain of sand in the sea, and the area that can disintegrate is too small.

Aosawa concluded that physical attacks were almost ineffective against the Shadow Soldiers, and that it could also be that the bullets were too powerful.

Bright light can dispel shadows.

He understood this, waved his hand, and shadows fell from the dome, not intending to fulfill his promise to keep them alive and become his subordinates.

(End of chapter)