"Perhaps someone has looked at you with such eyes before. I think you will make the same choice as me."

Lost stared at them condescendingly. He had never been a soft-hearted person.

The moment they fired, their fate was sealed. Death was inevitable.

Fingergun and missile.

Before a few people had time to struggle, the fingers slid through the air and penetrated directly through their heads.

This move, I have to say, is really very convenient. It is much easier to use than a pistol or something, and the sound is also quiet.

It’s really tried and true.

"What's wrong? Let's go."

Lost looked at the white-collar man standing and stopped, staring at him with a smile.

I didn’t say much.

Such an expression made the white-collar man swallow his saliva. He saw Lost killing so many people without changing his expression, and the fact that he entered this place meant that those outside would probably not escape death either.

In the past, he might have thought that he was truly a cold-blooded murderer without batting an eyelid, but now looking at the smiling guy in front of him, the white-collar man felt that he must have overestimated himself.

Such a person is the one who truly kills people without batting an eyelid, and smiles as if he is watching something interesting.

"Go right now."

There was nothing to struggle for. At least he had to protect his family. With his own thoughts, the white-collar man twisted his body.

Head towards the metal gate..

For the dead people, he only has sorrow for the death of rabbits and foxes, and does not have many other emotions.

Regardless of whether it's true or not, what he needs to do now is to prevent this guy from going to his family.

It stands to reason that his family members have all been hidden by him, just like ordinary families. He only goes there occasionally. If he doesn't specifically look for them, it would be impossible to find them.

Lost didn't know that the white-collar man had so many thoughts, so he just followed him. Maybe he had killed too many people, and now he no longer felt much about killing.

It's even a little numb, almost like killing an ordinary animal.

At this time, Lost's thoughts were indeed on this white-collar man, and the metal door in front of him...

Although he did not investigate, just looking at the situation, he knew that it could not be opened casually.

If you want to blast with brute force, I don't know how much effort it will take...

Key plus combination lock.

I watched the white-collar man take out the key to open the door, and then opened a mechanism and entered the password.

He also knows the steps of this metal gate, and he has memorized the password.

As the white-collar man finished entering the ten-digit password, the metal door groaned and slowly retracted to both sides.

Finally laid it flat on both sides...

"Electric energy?"

The moment the door opened, Lost was a little curious, but soon, he no longer had the time to think about it.

"Is this a welcome to me?"

His eyes at this time were fixed on the front...

There was a team of dozens of gunmen there.

Have basically everyone come?

The number of people here is almost the same as what the white-collar man said...

After the metal gate, I saw the white-collar man who didn't react at first, but as the gate opened, I saw Lost's appearance.

He didn't pay any attention to the white-collar man and directly ordered...

"Shoot, shoot, life or death."

Following the leader's order, bullets flew and guns swept across the street, completely unconcerned about the life and death of the white-collar man.

Maybe, because he was obviously helping the enemy to open the metal door. In their eyes, the white-collar man was no different from a traitor.

It's impossible to care about his life or death.

And at this moment, this poor metal channel was hit by gunfire again.

Thick bullets came towards me, some hitting the ground, some hitting the walls, the top of the passage, everywhere.

The white-collar man was standing next to Lost, not to mention...

He had nothing to struggle with. Just the moment the bullets and bullets expanded each other, his body was pierced by countless bullets.

Without uttering a cry, he swayed his body, danced a dance of death, and finally collapsed to the ground. His body was covered with bullet holes and blood flowed all over the ground, ending his sinful life.

"Ah, you didn't need to die so miserably in my hands."

Of course, Lost couldn't care less about the life and death of the white-collar man, but it was just that he looked like he died a bit miserably.

If it were him, I would give him a nice treat. After all, I was doing him a small favor.

"Guns are of no use to me, so what's the point of shooting with so many guns?"

Lost was speechless towards this gangster. He would shoot whenever he disagreed. He was really a terrorist.

For him who has the domineering power of seeing and hearing, it is very easy to dodge the ballistic attacks of firearms and bullets.

Even if there are some that cannot be avoided, small-caliber bullets can be resisted by using iron blocks. Large-caliber bullets may be a little more troublesome, but you only need to use Armament Haki.

Just click on a small number of bullets that could not be avoided, and the three of Lost directly crossed the distance of more than 20 meters.

He rushed directly into the crowd.

"Die."

"ah??"

"what's the situation?"

"You cummed in me."

"Stop the gun."

"He's coming to me now, ah ah!!"

"Do not kill me.."

Lost very much disliked those people who would shoot him whenever they met.

For these guys, he is naturally the same as those before him, and he can't be partial to others.

Let them all die.

Lost is very atmospheric, everything is the same...

Just kill them all.

The fate of these people had been decided from the moment he rushed into the crowd...

It is completely impossible to resist his attack.

The difference in strength is really huge, both in terms of killing skills and physical fitness.

It is more refreshing to use the Sixth Form to kill people. For those who are hugely different from him, the Sixth Form is the magical skill to crush and kill.

For an ordinary person, he doesn't need a second move to kill someone.

Some people were so frightened that they even fired their guns randomly, and even helped him kill many teammates.

Cover the enemy and beat up your teammates.

For such a person, Lost would naturally give him a quick and happy...

"It's really a desperate struggle."

Seeing one of them take out two grenades from his crotch, he obviously knew that firearms were of no use to Lost, and that this would only lead to death. He wanted to die with him or something...

But it's a pity that firearms are useless to him, and this grenade is even more useless with such a slow speed.

"Lanjiao·Chaos."

Vacuum slashes were fired in all directions. Since they didn't want to die quickly enough, Lost wouldn't stop them.

Not only the finger guns, but also the lanyards, and the bombs created by people seeking death from time to time...
Chapter completed!