They are all good teammates who beat up allies.

Lost didn't care too much about these guys who took out the bombs, except for this idea.

For these bombs, as long as he quickly distances the distance before the explosion, they are the only ones who are injured...

Hiding is easier than guns.

The moment the bomb was activated was enough to get him out of the scope of the impact. Unless some large bombs, Lost would not have seen it at all...

"Let me go, please."

"Let me go."

"No, I was wrong, let me go."

Ignoring the begging for mercy, Lost finally stopped after killing the last gunman who had given up his struggle.

"Everyone is not a good person, so don't pretend to be pitiful and let me give you a relief."

After solving all this, Lost looked at the last dead body and said in a plain tone...

I didn't take this bloody picture like hell on earth at all...

He also calculated the number of deaths, forty-eight, which means there were still five.

"There are the last five people, and I don't know if they have the ability to recite! The sound here is so loud, it should have been discovered."

"I don't know if I have escaped..."

Lost stood in a pool of blood and muttered to himself...

This person with the ability to recite is really a love and hate for Lost.

What I hate is that the lyric ability changes are not something he can guess at. He is not afraid of a powerful person, but he is afraid of a lyric ability with some strange ability...

Although there is no such existence in the Nine Eyes information, the Black Wolf Gang is not afraid of ten thousand, but it is afraid of one thing. This has to be guarded against.

He is now worried about whether there are any strange abilities to give him an opportunity to send him a shot. That would be too troublesome...

It goes without saying that you love. These abilities who are regarded as enemies are not as simple as those who are capable. In his opinion, they are no different from ingredients...

All of them are energy values, and they will eventually turn into something that will be nourished by him.

Then Lost did not think much about it and checked his physical condition.

In the previous battle, because he was too close, he was inevitably covered in blood. Although one or two was rare, this was not a matter of one or two.

In the end, he gave up struggling, and when he got it, he got it. He no longer cared about the blood contaminated his body...

So at this time, not only his clothes were covered with blood, but he had a lot of them all over his body, his face and hands, and many of them were splashed by people next to him when he was avoiding bullets.

Especially the blood on his face made his face, which was originally covered with dark lines, look a little more weird...

And his original clothes were also due to guns and bullets...

The whole thing was torn. Most of the original black clothes had turned into blood, and they were torn, like a non-mainstream beggar's suit...

After all, he used his body to block the bullets, and his clothes did not have much ability to block the bullets. "It's really troublesome, it's all broken."

Lost pulled the bloody clothes on himself that looked like rags, but did not stop again. A large number of dozens of corpses were here, and the blood flowed out became a small river...

After sorting out his ragged clothes and continuing to move forward, he chose this place, but he knew that there were hidden collections underneath.

It is one of the warehouses of the Black Wolf Gang. According to the request, there are antique collections and other items here.

Although Lost's clothes were torn and ragged at this time, he had never thought about changing clothes. Not to mention that the clothes of these people were mostly incomplete except for those at the beginning.

When he had clothes, even if it was ragged, he had no interest in wearing dead clothes...

As Lost acts again...

The originally noisy metal passage returned to silence for less than a few seconds, and there were waves of footsteps again, and there was also a sound of stepping on some liquid.

Lost was wearing bloody shoe prints all the way, and just seeing this scene was a bit cunning...

Keep moving forward, leaving only the dense corpses on this ground, and the width of light is enough to fill the metal path.

If he doesn't manage this warehouse today, he doesn't plan to leave...

"So it's that big."

This place is indeed smaller than he thought, but it is almost the same.

When the metal door was opened, the two metal passages were combined, which was actually about a hundred meters.

When Lost reached the end, he came to a slightly spacious space similar to a square...

This is indeed a small warehouse.

Apart from these garrison teams, there is nothing special..

What is stored here is some collections and some daily necessities, which are provided to the garrison teams, but now they obviously cannot use them.

At this time, Lost was staring at the thing in front of him. As for the things, he had already seen them.

Collections, there are indeed many things that emit energy...

Thirteen pieces???

As for the five people who are still alive, they are naturally still there, and there is no surprise. The white-collar man at the beginning did not deceive him...

If they don’t count the eight of them, there are indeed only fifty-three people here.

At this time, the five Black Wolf Gang members seemed to be facing some ancient giant beast, with their eyes wide open...

It was incredible. They thought the matter had been resolved, but they didn't care too much, but just sighed that the battle was so fierce.

But the person who came back here first was actually a stranger.

This is what they had never expected..

"What? Do you want to shoot?"

Looking at the few people still holding guns, Lost was a little disappointed, which made him feel relieved. He did not have the ability to recite...

Everything here is sought after.

Perhaps in the eyes of the gangster, it is really more convenient and useful to be a gunman...

After all, it takes at least a few years to cultivate a person with a psychic ability. If he is training a gunman, he can kill someone in a few months or even weeks.

"No, no."

"Ah, ah."

"We have a lot of treasures here, you took away all the things and let us go."

"Let us go!!"

The five people did not look very outstanding. Although they were holding guns in their hands, they looked at them trembling as if they were some innocent victims.

It's not their fault that they were afraid of it. They heard the previous gunfire sonata...

I heard the screams. I thought I could solve it with a little price, but it was rare to be able to kill some people under such firepower...

But Lost came to them at this time and had broken their hearts' defense. All they had left in their hearts was fear.
Chapter completed!