First, Mamen's movements did not stop at all. Bullets attacked him, dinging at him, but they had no effect and could not even break his skin. Mamen pointed his eyes at the security captain in the middle of the crowd.

The people around were still desperately pouring fire on him. The gunshots of "Dangdangdang!" kept firing, and bullets hit Mamen's head, making a crisp sound of "Bang!", and they bounced twice and fell to the ground.

Mamen looked down at the bullets that were unable to roll onto the ground, moved his lips mockingly, then his legs twisted slightly, jumped up from the encirclement, and like a huge bat, Mamen turned into a huge shadow in the air, crossing the white ceiling, and landed in front of the security captain "Boom!!"

The huge impact force shocked the floor to pieces, and it also knocked the security captain to the ground. Mamen stood there steadily and looked at him condescendingly. The security captain pointed the gun in his hand at Mamen, "Ahhhh!" He shouted frantically, grabbed the trigger desperately, exerting the firepower to the extreme, and struggling to get up at the same time.

"It's so embarrassing." Mamen said softly, stepped forward and stepped on the security captain's left leg. "Ahhhhh no!!!!" The security captain made a heart-wrenching cry, and the height of the voice simply broke through the limits of humanity.

When the gunshot in his hand stopped, Mamen gently raised his foot and retreated to the original place. The security captain's legs were broken into two pieces, to be precise, separated into two sections, starting from a calf bone somewhere under his knee, because there was a whole section that originally grew on his legs in the middle, which happened to be a wide foot.

Blood on the ground gathered into a pool. Large trunks of blood kept pouring out from the two sections. The security captain hugged the broken leg and wailed in pain.

Mamen rubbed the soles of the shoes against the ground. Some bloody things immediately stuck to the ground.

"Fragile." Mamen uttered two words coldly, and his neck twitched unnaturally a few times. He tried hard to restrain this behavior and set his eyes on the human under his feet again.

The security captain was holding his broken leg and his voice became hoarse and began to be weak and weak, which seemed insignificant amid the sound of gunfire behind Mammen.

Ma Men had no expression on his face, raised his head slightly, glanced at him with a arrogant look, pointed at his remaining leg, and stomped it hard again.

"Hello!!" The security captain's voice made a creaking sound. This sound was not as high as before, but it was even more terrifying, sharp and harsh, making people sound chill and scratched their hearts. Everyone who heard it had goose bumps.

The ground was even trampled by Mamen. The security captain's legs were like sea water without hardness at Mamen's feet, and they shriveled into a layer as soon as they stepped down. They became a bloody and bloody splinter. In an instant, before he felt the pain, his calf bones had already lost a piece.

But the severe pain that followed was not something that humans could tolerate. This pain exceeded the limit of pain. The security captain felt his ears roaring with harsh needles, and his eyes were black and dizzy, and he fainted.

"Weak." Mamen looked at the human who was almost silent, and his neck twitched sharply, even driving his head and began to twitch left and right.

"Ahhh, ha, ahhh." Mamen gasped for a few breaths. He interpreted his arrival with cruelty and blood. The miserable situation of the security captain stimulated the remaining crowd.

"Escape quickly!!" The group of reporters and government personnel pushed me, and I began to squeeze out desperately, while the remaining soldiers were even more crazy shooting at Mamen.

Mamen raised his foot again, and the next target was the remaining two arms. He paused for a few seconds and gave up on the plan.

There was a sense of violence in his heart. This was the nature of the demon. As the son of the demon, his nature was even more serious. He would not restrain it because he was the demon without needing it! This is the nature!

Mamen knew that it was the strong bloody smell that stimulated him. He looked down at the human who was almost gone. He suddenly didn't want to continue playing, and he wanted to release this tyranny.

"Feast time." Mamen opened his big mouth viciously, and the bigger it was, the bigger it was, and even more than his entire face, like a weird puffer fish.

His hands stretched out his long pointed claws, like an iron comb, thin, long and dense. The gray-white spikes were as long as half a rifle, and were denser than just a hundred. In this form, he seemed unable to open his palms, but could only cut and cut like a zither.

Mamen's feet spread out, their soles became bigger, and their nails began to become hard. He grabbed the ground tightly. He jumped up suddenly, slamming the poor captain's head, and jumped into the soldiers' crowd with the help of force.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!" Mamen let out a wave of wild beastly roars, and with a wave of his arms, a person was cut into several pieces.

He kept waving his arms in the crowd, sweeping across the board, and a few people broke into pieces. A top-down swing would cause the poor worm to be split in half or pierced through his head.

Mamen rushed into the crowd like a whirlwind, and his arms swung with bloody storms, with internal organs, broken limbs, wreckage, arms, heads, flying all over the sky.

His big mouth opened and closed, and directly bit a person's head. The skull could not withstand the pressure and cracked it. The scarlet liquid in the white flowers dripped along the corner of his mouth. He stretched out his tongue, which was forked like a snake, and licked it clean with a "slither."

It was like a barbaric dance, and the humans around him were his accompanying dance. Maybe they were incomplete in all limbs, maybe they were broken in half, or they might lose their heads, but it was certain that they could not survive.

Blood was sprayed around, like high-quality fine spray heads, spreading in the sky as if a heavy fog, blood mist and mottled from the morning were scraped, accompanied by almost stopping gunfire and shrill shouts from the crowd, a bloody symphony was played.

He picked a woman's head off and threw it high into the air like a bowling ball. His head was spinning in the air, and the plasma was constantly printed and dyed, dyeing the white ceiling and gorgeous chandeliers red.

When Mamen, a devil from hell, becomes useless when he is opposite to any weapon.

All that remains is unilateral massacre.

Soon, the crowd was tortured.

A little guy kept shooting like he was possessed. The bullets hit Mamen, leaving no trace. Mamen stared at him with interest until he had empty all the bullets. Mamen pulled off his arm and stuffed it into his throat.

His voice made a "hissy." sound, and hesitated, finally collapsed weakly on the ground.

With the death of the last human, Mamen gradually shrank into the image of the handsome middle-aged man, but now he only had a pair of pants left on his body, and his whole body was dazzling red, as if he had just been fished out of the magma.

It exudes a pungent smell of blood.

"Huh, I feel much more enjoyable." Mamon let out a long sigh. The violent aura in his heart was almost vented. Now he felt that he was still so... well... in human words, a gentleman.

He looked around, all over the ground, broken human bodies, and all kinds of parts.

"Trouble." Mamen frowned.

There were only journalists and government officials who ran away sporadically, all the security guards were slaughtered, and those who were unlucky and didn't have time to run away.

The plasma on the ground accumulated a thick layer, and even after one step was about to pass through the toes.

But surprisingly, not far away, there is a living human.

It was Anthony, and Mamen was intrigued. He raised his feet and walked over step by step, splashing blood in every step.

"Tell me, what you will do." He walked to Anthony.

A figure slowly appeared behind Anthony, making an ugly strange smile. It was the pale black heart that held Anthony's arms tightly with his hands, making him unable to move.

In fact, Anthony couldn't move at all. He was so scared that he collapsed from the ground and couldn't move even if he knelt on the ground.

Another person present, the vampire elder Marcus, stared at a pair of black eyes without pupils, and picked up the camera that fell into the plasma.

"This is live broadcast." Mamen looked at Anthony sincerely, "Tell me, what is your answer."

"Please... don't kill me..." Anthony looked at Mamen tremblingly, saying a word intermittently, his face twitched, and his urine dripping down.

"Tsk tsk, I'm really disappointed." Mamen pursed, "So tell me, do you have any last words?"

"Please..." Anthony seemed to be able to say this sentence, and he kept repeating, begging the devil ahead to let him go.

Mamen shook his head, "A strange last words." He put his hand on Anthony's head, and the wind was calm and he pulled his head down directly.

Blood kept dripping from the broken hole under Anthony's head, dripping like a faucet with water leaks. Mamen held Anthony's head and faced the camera.
Chapter completed!