Aaron pulled the trigger.

The rabid dog roared.

Steel and steel collided and rubbed in the car made of flesh and blood, emitting dazzling fire.

The 12-gauge shotgun blast hit Lawrence's location.

A shotgun is a firearm suitable for close combat. The shooting range is generally within a hundred meters. The closer the distance, the more accurate it is. Within twenty meters is considered an accurate range, and this carriage is not twenty meters long at all.

In other words, no matter where Lawrence stood, he was within the range of the rabid dog.

"Bang——"

As the undisguised sound of gunshots and bullets tearing flesh and blood rang out, Aaron showed a slightly surprised expression.

Because he never hit Lawrence who was standing still.

One shot of Mad Dog contained eight tungsten alloy ball projectiles, but none of the eight projectiles hit, and they all hit the fleshy car next to Lawrence.

Lawrence proved the basis of his previous declaration. It was like miraculous luck that protected him from all the projectiles. The bullets shot by Aaron passed by his body and shattered several flesh and blood tentacles that had just grown out.

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A little blood spattered on Lawrence's body, and the conductor grinned as he was unscathed.

Obviously, there is some supernatural force involved.

"I have already said that I am a child of destiny blessed by luck."

Lawrence smiled proudly, and he took out a retro pistol from his arms. It looked much more backward than the military's current weapons. It looked like a model from decades ago, but the scarlet flesh structure replaced it.

The exquisite mechanical design gives it a layer of evil weirdness.

Although Aaron aimed the rabid gun at Lawrence first, the latter did not panic at all, as if he was sure that Aaron's shot would not hit him.

Lawrence slowly raised his pistol and pointed it at Aaron.

Aaron put down the rabid dog in his hand and raised his eyebrows: "It seems to have the same type of extraordinary ability as mine."

It was obvious that Lawrence's incredible luck was some kind of extraordinary ability, but after seeing Lawrence's extraordinary ability, Aaron felt at ease. Not only did he not have the slightest fear, he even wanted to laugh - because as long as he could kill him

Lawrence, he can obtain the extraordinary elements that can promote him!

Not only that, Aaron also understood something belatedly:

It turned out that the reason why he suddenly discovered Lawrence in the previous carriage was because the two of them had similar extraordinary abilities.

What is this called? Will extraordinary people of the same type attract each other?

Aaron asked curiously:

"Then the question is, how could you, who was blessed by luck, encounter a derailment accident?"

It has to be said that Aaron is indeed a genius at poking at sore spots. His careless words before made Lawrence angry, but at this time, the additional stab made Lawrence directly break through the defense. He shouted hysterically: "You

What do you know? That’s because the people of the Xihuo Cult are jealous of my repeated miracles. They think I have stolen the authority of the false god they believe in! It’s all them! It’s all them who did it in secret. I am absolutely lucky in my life.

There can be no problem!"

After saying that, Lawrence pulled the trigger continuously, and the pistol made of flesh and blood in his hand kept firing crimson bullets! He had no intention of aiming patiently, and his limp shooting action was even worse. Compared to Major Taylor,

His shooting posture is simply unsightly. It is completely that of an amateur. Aaron's shooting movements are much more standard than his.

But even so, he still has sufficient confidence.

You can hit the target no matter how you shoot!

This is the reason Lawrence has never practiced marksmanship in his life.

"Bang - bang - bang -"

But this time, the luck he relied on did not give him a reliable response.

Lawrence fired three shots in a row, but all of them hit the bloody flesh sprouts that sprouted from Aaron's side, causing pain to the flesh-and-blood car. He waved his tentacles at him with some dissatisfaction, as if he was using his body.

The language is the same as complaining to the conductor.

But the train conductor himself had no time to apologize to the flesh and blood carriage. He showed an expression of disbelief. He couldn't believe that his shot would miss: "How could this happen?"

The last time things didn't go as he expected was when the Voyager derailed!

The once desperate fear turned into a dark cloud, once again hanging over the train conductor's head.

He suddenly raised his head and cursed:

"Xihuo! Is it you again? Do you want to protect your believers? Even the false gods dare to block the miracles my Lord bestowed upon me!"

"Crazy, I'm just a damn Sunfire believer."

Aaron rolled his eyes and put the rough-looking rabid dog on his shoulder. Regardless of the unformed and aggressive tentacles around him and Lawrence, who was still aiming at his muzzle, he just moved forward and crossed over in three or two steps.

Conductor, run to the door leading to the next car.

"Where to run!"

The burly Lawrence did not take advantage of his size, but raised his pistol unbelievingly, and pulled the trigger on Aaron again. This time he subconsciously took aim, but his lack of practice of shooting casually over the years made him

His aim was of no use at all, and the three bullets fired in succession all grazed Aaron's body and hit the fleshy part of the car!

The bullet that came closest to hitting even grazed Aaron's temple.

If he were just a few centimeters more accurate, he would be able to hit Aaron, but the gap was so close that it seemed like it was so far away!

When Lawrence fell into the despair caused by past failures, Aaron had already arrived at the door of the carriage leisurely.

I saw him repeating his same trick, first he raised his hand and fired a shot at the flesh-and-blood door of the carriage, and then kicked it hard to open the door.

Before leaving, Aaron turned around and said to Lawrence with a smile:

"Mr. Lawrence, you'd better pray to the evil god you believe in and let him protect your true identity from being found by me."

For some reason, Lawrence felt that Aaron was not speaking harshly to him.

He is just stating a fact:

In front of Aaron Hill, the luck he relied on and the son he was determined to be destined to be will all become a mirror.

Aaron left the carriage, leaving only the last words:

"Because when I find your true identity, you will be dead."

Unreasonable fear made Lawrence raise his pistol again. He pulled the trigger without any reason at all, but all these erratic shots were in vain. The flesh and blood puppet, unable to leave the carriage, could only watch Aaron leave!
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"Ah!"

Lawrence roared angrily and left the flesh and blood puppet.

In a daze, he sat on the sofa again, holding a copy of the Empire Times in his hand.

The reporter from the Empire Times documented his mistakes at length, but briefly touched on Voyager's more fatal failure.

This made Lawrence, who had not yet calmed down, become excited again. He tore up the newspaper in his hand and let blood spatter on himself.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!"

But then, he raised his head as if sensing something.

He saw a nun lying on the ground.

This made Lawrence exhale slowly.
Chapter completed!