Menek poked the "meat paste" on the ground again, turned his head to look at Lu Shanyan beside him. Most people would not easily see that this is an Oriental. After all, his dressing is very fashionable in this era, and most Orientals are not so open.

Lu Shanyan can be said to be an important member of the Westernization Clan. In the 16th year of Guangxu, he was elected to the Tongwenguan in the capital. He is now a fifth-rank military officer of the Qing Dynasty. But he has a deep understanding of European language and technology. For example, the two metal flashes he holds in his hands are fierce people who still reflect the luster like swords in the dark night, two silver large-caliber revolvers!

These are two specially modified guns. Lu Shanyan can use him to shoot 40 bullets in a very short time, and his gun has always been perfect.

Lu Shanyan is not those who have sucked opium without the power of a chicken. Like Menek, he is a dragon slayer who has been through battle. They carry swords and guns on them at any time, which can help them solve many problems. Just like now.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two gunshots. Lu Shanyan shot two shots at the "meat paste" on the ground. They didn't know what this was, but it was visible to the naked eye. This guy was squirming, as if he wanted to gather again. This made him feel very uncomfortable. If he could do this, he might at least be a first-generation or a second-generation species.

"It's really interesting. Maybe we will get two specimens this time. Is there too much research data?" Menek frowned slightly.

"I think we'd better burn him, it's best not to leave any cell."

After two shots, he saw that the "meat paste" on the ground was still squirming. Lu Shanyan's forehead was sweating. If it was really an unknown dragon king, it would be a disaster when he recovered.

"Damn it! Damn it! It hurts! Who is Md finishing the shot? Md is still here? Damn it? If you have something to say, don't shoot it! It hurts!"

Xuan Hao roared in his heart. Since the beginning, he has been tortured. One of the two lunatics in front of him was stirring up the knife, and the other crazy man actually had a gun! The key is! Can you two speak Chinese? Isn't English very good...

He wanted to speak very much, but his body did not allow it. It seemed that these two guys were going to do something even more excessive to him. He was very scared and panicked. At the same time, he cursed him in his heart and threw him into something that was unknown. The damn God's whole family greeted him, although he didn't know if God had any family members.

Menek looked at the things on the ground, thought for a moment, and then waved his hand. A young blonde man with pinched nose and double-leather glasses came over silently. He looked only about 20 years old, and his handsome face looked a bit childish. But Menek and Lu Shanyan knew that this young man named Angers had a Ph.D. in theology and literature, and more importantly, the folding knife in his hand was not for cutting fruits.

Anger took out a folding knife from his pocket, pushed the blade away, and cut the kerosene bucket in his other hand. His technique was clean and neat. The iron bucket was as fragile as paper in front of him. He took a deep breath and poured the kerosene onto the "meat paste" on the ground. Then he took out a matchbox from his pocket, lit a match and threw it on it.

"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!! It hurts so much, how can I give you some pleasure?" Xuan Hao roared in his heart. Every cell of his body was burning. He didn't understand how these pains were transmitted to his spirit. Logically speaking, if it was burned like this, the nerves should be burned out, right? Brain? That thing is precocious, right? "This damn god, this curse is unscientific!"

The three of them retreated not far away and looked at the burning flames on the ground, frowned.

"shit! What is this thing? Why does it burn and recover faster and faster! The first generation of species does not have this kind of vitality, right?" Menek swears.

"Help……"

A corpse crawled out of the fire. He struggled to grab the ground, covered with flames, his whole body was burned beyond recognition, his whole body was charred, and even his eyes were empty, like a dead soul crawling out of hell.

In the drizzle, the flames slowly faded away, the body was charred, and only non-combustible substances were left in the body. The kerosene seemed to have burned out, but he was still moving. Compared with the previous "meat paste", it now looks more complete.

Menek and the other two were already confused. If they had not seen it with their own eyes, they would not have believed that a pool of meat paste could be reshaped in the fire.

"Will you believe me if I say he is not the Dragon King?" Menek tightened the long knife in his hand, his calf muscles tensed, and he was ready to rush forward at any time.

"Will the Dragon King shout help?" Lu Shanyan had already replaced it with a new magazine. "Angers, please do not dock the ships that contacted the transaction first, notify everyone to evacuate from the port, and this place will soon become a battlefield!"

"Yes!" Angers didn't stop and turned around and started running wildly. Of course, it was not a escaping. He had to arrange everything as soon as possible and then come back to support him!

"Bang!"

Another gunshot, the war had begun, and Angers' pace was faster.

...

"I said... I can't die... It hurts... Can you have some fun? To be honest, I want to die too... Can we say something well?" Xuan Hao said to the three people in front of him with difficulty. His abyss was hoarse, and it sounded like it was coming from hell to others.

He didn't know if the other party could understand it, but it hurt so much that he didn't care about so much.

"Chinese?" Menek was a little confused and turned his head to look at Lu Shanyan. Only Lu Shanyan is Chinese here, and he can understand it.

"Yes..." Lu Shanyan was also stunned, "It sounds like begging for mercy?"

"What did he say?" Menek asked.

"He said he couldn't die, it hurts a lot. I want to die, so I'll give you some fun and let us have something to say." Lu Shanyan pulled the trigger again expressionlessly.

"Bang!"

"ah!!!!"

Xuan Hao's newly grown body was punched with another hole.

"It seems that this guy is not very threatening?" Menek walked to Xuan Hao and poked Xuan Hao's body with a long knife.

"You have to be careful, what if you pretend? You want to trick us into waiting for him to recover. There is nothing else in this kind of vitality except the Dragon King." Lu Shanyan's expression was serious.

"Then we are here? Let's make up for it every once in a while?" Menek joked, raising the long sword in his hand.

"Dragon King?...I...I'm not the Dragon King...I'm just...an ordinary person..."

Xuan Hao understood what Lu Shanyan said and was surprised. Dragon King? He seemed to have thought of something, but he couldn't be sure, because he couldn't see anything now, so he could only vaguely hear the conversation between these two people. Although he had good grades, he dropped out of school after all, and had long forgotten about English.
Chapter completed!