The little man covered the sun with his hands and shouted.

"Who are you? Well! Don't meddle in other people's business, me"

The little man opened his mouth wide, and he didn't say the second half! He seemed to think of something, as if he felt a bloodline spurting out of his body, and cold sweat broke out.

He subconsciously touched his back, but fortunately, there was no blood!

"Is it you killed them? How did you do it?"

The little man stared at the man and carefully drifted at the two people lying on the ground. He felt scared. This man must be a killer, and a master among the killers. Could it be his father's killer?

The sun was too strong, and he couldn't see the man's face clearly.

The guy was wearing a shabby black leather jacket, and his pants were stained with stains. The dirty and torn leather shoes were so worn that they lost their original color. On his head, he wore a wide-brimmed hat that was common in this era, dressed in a down-and-out traveler.

The man in the jacket did not answer. He jumped down easily, and his falling speed was very slow, astonishingly slow.

To be precise, it was "floating" down, as if gravity was different to him. However, where he fell, two deep shoe prints were stepped on, and the hard ground seemed to be as soft as cotton.

"Is the car under the water tower in front yours yours?" the man spoke.

His face was on this side, and he was not talking to the small man. Obviously, he was asking the boy.

"be mine!".

The boy also looked frightened. After all, there were two corpses under his feet, and the blood of the man was still splattering on his face.

"Very good, it's mine now! Do you have no objection?"

"What?"

Is this person here to steal things?

"Of course, you can use it." The boy agreed readily without hesitation for a second.

Giving this person is also better than giving it to the "flame ball".

What's more, in this case, it's impossible not to give it to you.

Suddenly, two "ding" sounded! It was the sound of the gun bolt's safety being opened. The small man moved.

"Bastard, go to death."

He quickly took a few steps back, grabbed the launcher's button on his hand, and spit out the flames on his shoulders, and his weapon shot at the man with his weapon.

"Not good! Dodge!" The boy shouted out when he found that the little man was about to move.

But it was too late. In that flash of lightning, the man had no chance to dodge.

No one can avoid it at all!

"Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdang"

Seeing the bullet hit the man, the dense firepower enveloped the man's position.

When he was about to be shot into blood, for some reason, he made a sound of bullets colliding with stones.

eccentric!

Those bullets left countless bullet holes in the opposite wall.

"Hmph! People like ants dare to hurt me."

When the smoke of gunpowder dissipates, the man still stands there.

But he seemed to be standing differently, and his original position was even higher. The bullets were scattered on the ground about half a meter away from the man, and countless bullet holes appeared on the wall.

The man stood there motionless, as if he was unscathed.

Everyone's eyes didn't see clearly what was going on, and they were shocked.

"What? He is not dead!"

"Uh! Ah!" A screamed.

Suddenly, the small man's feet were flying in the air, his hands were dancing in the air, the muzzle on his shoulder was bent into a "c" shape, a big hand stuck his neck, and his feet were slowly lifted off the ground!

"Wait a minute! I'll give you everything you want!" the little man shouted in pain with difficulty in breathing.

"thump!"

He was thrown to the ground.

The man in the jacket covered his neck with one hand, and blood seemed to flow out of the place. He touched his neck, tilted his head, spread his palm under his eyelids and looked at it with great interest.

That was indeed blood, and he was injured in the crazy strafing just now.

Is it still too forced? It was rubbed against the skin by a stray bullet.

His cold eyes remained unchanged, staring at the small man.

"Oh? You can give me whatever I want?" He asked back as if he was moved by the small man's words.

This is a joke no matter how you hear it. However, the small man sounds extremely useful.

"Give me your life and beg you to spare me, I have a lot of things."

"It should be all you need. As long as you don't kill me, I will give it to you!" the little man begged. He got up, lay his hands on the ground, knelt down on his knees, and kowtowed like pounding garlic.

"Is that right?" The man thought for a while, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Don't listen to him. They are evil gangsters. My sister was captured by them and she was killed by them."

The boy shouted in grief and anger.

"Okay, of course everything you have is mine."

The man seemed to agree to the little man and said casually. The little man's eyes lit up, and the joy of surviving the disaster flashed in his eyes.

But, not long after, he couldn't laugh.

"They gave me the car, well, now you have to give me something too."

"But, this is different, you are different from them." The man touched his chin and raised his head.

"Uncle, spare your life." The little man was still kowtowing.

"It's not easy to deal with that."

The man glanced at the brother and sister sideways, then turned his head and said to the small man coldly.

"Now, I'll give you a chance. Tell me how different you are from them?" A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The little man was stunned, and beads of sweat were dripping down. He had seen such a cold smile, which was the smile that someone was about to die and that would only be alive.

He glanced at the two brothers and sisters. The younger sister was in his arms, and the boy hugged her tightly.

He looked at the man in front of him again and became incoherent: "I, I'm not really going to shoot you, I'm really not just frightened, I beg you."

Before he finished speaking, a metal barrel had been stuffed into his mouth. It was the barrel on his shoulder! It was pulled out of the backpack device, and a few nails fell off the broken area. The harsh sound of bent metal shocked his eardrums to bleed.

Incomparable power!

"Well" The little man could no longer speak with the barrel in his mouth.

"Sorry, the answer is wrong, you can die."

There was a "puff".

"Kala!"

This sound makes people feel sore when they hear it, and they feel unspeakable.

The barrel penetrated from the back of the head, and the brain was mixed with blood and broken bones and slag sprayed onto the ground. The little man's body twitched in an instant, and he fell down with his head tilted to the ground. His knees were bent and his body was still in a kneeling position.

How much power does this require!
Chapter completed!