"Haha! This person is crazy! Even if he is alone, he dares to come to the door?"

"Isn't this a death for one person? I think there is probably a problem with my brain!"

A burst of laughter broke out in the crowd.

The expressions of the gunmen all relaxed, and turned to a little contempt and sneer.

I thought it was the Chinese people's massive attack that made them anxious and nervous, but now I found that there was only one person coming, and they suddenly felt ridiculous and irritable.

Even a cultivator cannot be much more powerful than a person.

Now, they have thousands of gunmen, and there are nearly a hundred masters who are also cultivators in the building. The power of this person is too small, and it is no different from killing death.

There was also a burst of laughter inside the building, and the originally solemn atmosphere suddenly became relaxed.

On the top floor, Miki Goro laughed after repeatedly confirming it.

The Sanmu Building now gathers all the elite forces of Sanmu Society, and nearly a hundred masters are in charge. It can be said that it is as solid as a soul. A mere Chinese cultivator can't make any storm.

He was a little confused about it, and was only to send a threat letter in advance to prepare him. Could it be that... he was just here to scare him?

Eighty-mostly a lunatic!

He said secretly.

"Send the order and catch the alive as much as possible. If it really doesn't work, kill it on the spot. Don't let him run away!" he said coldly.

"Hi!"

Behind him, a man in black bowed, took out the walkie-talkie and issued an order.

On the street, more lights shone over and hit the figure.

He was dressed in black, with a straight figure and looked a little cool, but his face was a little blurry, as if it was covered with a layer of shadow, and it was hard to see clearly.

This made everyone a little surprised, but when they thought that this person might be a cultivator, they felt relieved.

"Listen to the Chinese in front, please give up resistance and surrender quickly, otherwise, kill me!" A man in black with long hair and braids held a loud voice and shouted loudly.

The figure stood up without any reaction.

The man shouted again: "I'll say it again... Please give up resisting, otherwise..."

However, as soon as the words were said, they came to an abrupt end.

Bang!

With a short and sharp gunshot, a hole suddenly appeared on his forehead, and blood shot out. With the huge impact force, he fell backwards and fell to the ground.

In an instant, there was a dead silence among the crowd.

"Tsk! There's so much nonsense. If you want to fight, you'll be fucked, it's a big fuss!"

Tang Hao grinned and shouted. In his hand, there was an extra pistol.

He also turned around very casually, looking very relaxed and comfortable.

The crowd suddenly boiled.

The Japanese people gritted their teeth and let out angry roars.

"Baga! Fuck him to death! Fuck this china pig to death!"

"Shoot! Shoot all, hit him into a sieve!"

With the roar, they raised their guns and pointed them at the figure ahead. Then, a slight squirt of flames from the muzzle, intertwined into a dense firepower net, pouring in.

If you are an ordinary person or a sloppy Taoist priest, you will be scared to pee.

Such terrifying firepower cannot be stopped by ordinary practitioners.

But Tang Hao didn't even hide, so he went straight to meet him.

Ding Ding Ding!

The bullet hit the light curtain, and a crisp sound suddenly broke out, as dense as rain.

The firepower was like a strong wind or a sudden rain, raging wildly, but the light curtain was too thick and could not be shaken for a while.

"Fuck!"

The gunmen were stunned.

What is this? It's like a turtle shell, and it can't be broken no matter how hard it is to be beaten.

"You bunch of trash, shoot me!"

"It's wrong to transfer the east and west... everyone will come over to me and kill this bastard."

The commander behind jumped out of his feet and roared wildly.

As the order was conveyed, people kept coming from all over the world, holding guns, looking full of indignation.

It is a shame to be unable to deal with a Chinese person with so many people!

"Kill!" They roared, holding back their energy, and swearing to beat Tang Hao into a sieve.

On one side, the morale was high and the atmosphere was fanatical, but on the other side, Tang Hao looked comfortable. He stood there, drooping his hands, motionless, and letting the bullets pour over.

From time to time, I yawned.

When the group of Japanese people saw it, they almost vomited blood.

They were angry and all their eyes were red.

With the continuous strafing, the light curtain finally broke, and the group of Japanese people were ecstatic, and many people even cheered.

But at this time, Tang Hao rolled his eyes and said, "What are you so excited about? You just got one out. Look, I still have one! One isn't enough, right? I have a lot of it, how many do you want?"

As he said that, another light curtain was opened beside Tang Hao, and then another one was opened.

One by one, completely stunned the group of Japanese people.

They swayed and almost vomited blood. One of them was so difficult to deal with. There were so many, so how could they fight? Is this guy really a turtle?

"Just now, I just borrowed your hands and tried the strength of this thing. Now, you can die!"

Tang Hao said coldly, but at some point in his hand, there was an extra handful of rpg.

The group of gunmen were stunned again, with a dazed look on their faces.

Damn, is this a trick? Where did this guy take out this rpg?

Before they could react, the rockets came, exploded with a fire, and the violent shock waves flew away.

In an instant, the situation became chaotic.

Tang Hao threw the RPG, waved his hand, and two more machine guns were added, and he frantically shot into all directions.

Ahhhhh!

People kept getting shot and falling to the ground.

Bullets were intertwined and blood sprinkled. This street was completely stained with blood.

He was like a god of killing, mercilessly reaping lives. The gun in his hand was like a magic trick, constantly changing. Once the bullet was fired, he would throw it away.

The next moment, I was holding a full gun in my hand.

He had only one person, but his firepower was extremely fierce.

The battle lasted for three or four minutes, and the bodies were already lying all over the ground on the street.

The rest of the people were finally scared.

This is like a personal weapon library, but it has a layer of shell, which is as hard as a turtle. How can I fight?

However, they did not dare to escape, and could only scatter and resist tenaciously, relying on obstacles.

Listening to the real-time report on the battle situation, everyone in the entire building was silent, and their faces became extremely ugly.

"Retreat! Retreat for me! Retreat all of them back into the building."

When Goro Miki knocked on the table, he roared wildly. The pair of eyes were already blood red.

His heart is bleeding.

These are all elites of his Sanmu Society. If he really died in a large-scale frenzy with the Chinese, he would not feel sorry for him. But now, there is only one opponent, but so many people have died, he can't stand it at all.
Chapter completed!