On the smoke-filled Shangnan Street, more than twenty Indonesian thugs seemed to have been slaughtered by an invisible and extremely sharp weapon. Their entire bodies were torn apart, and the splattered blood bloomed into strange red flowers in the air.
Those who died instantly were better, at least they died happily, but those who couldn't stop breathing for a while really felt that life was worse than death. Those whose limbs were cut off and only the bare torso was left could only lie on the ground.
They screamed in agony, and the pain was clearly deep in their hearts, but they could not move at all. Some of them were
Those who were cut in half at the waist, their intestines and entrails were scattered on the ground. They were still alive, but because of the fear of death, they crazily stuffed back the leaked entrails and intestines in an attempt to save their lives. Some of them crawled on their stomachs.
He dragged his lower body along with a shocking blood trail on the ground.
At this moment, they who were supposed to be the executioners became the targets of the massacre. The strong smell of blood and the heart-rending screams made the street seem like a Shura hell.
The thugs behind saw that in an instant, more than twenty of their companions were slaughtered on the ground like pigs and dogs, and they couldn't help feeling frightened.
Seeing the masked man in the distance waving his hands again, one of the quick-thinking Indonesians quickly shouted: "Get down quickly, that guy knows magic!"
After saying that, he immediately lay down on the ground, and the others also realized it. Remembering that after the man waved his arm, his more than twenty companions suffered heavy casualties, so they also lay down instinctively.
The dozen or so people who reacted too slowly had no time to lie down, so they felt a cold wind blowing on themselves. Then, their eyes were stained red by the blood spurting out of their own bodies, and they ended up with the same fate as those twenty or so people.
"Shoot him quickly! That must be the devil! Kill him quickly! If we don't kill him, we will all die!" The Indonesian just shouted again and took the lead in shooting at Zhou Hao.
Out of fear and anger, other people also picked up their firearms to attack Zhou Hao. Those trained soldiers and police officers divided into two groups and surrounded Zhou Hao from both sides of the street.
Facing the intensive attack of bullets, Zhou Hao was not afraid at all, nor did he take half a step back. Instead, he rushed towards the thugs. The oncoming bullets were all blocked by his body-protecting Qi.
, none of them can touch him.
There was a burning small truck lying on the road in front of him. Zhou Hao rushed over and kicked it. The several-ton small truck was completely kicked away by him and hit the thugs over there.
"Ah! Run quickly!"
Seeing this behemoth flying towards them, the thugs dared not stay where they were and fled in all directions. However, due to the large number of them, in their panic to escape for their lives, they were blocked and even trampled on others.
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At this time, the small truck had already fallen down, crushing the thugs over there into pulp on the spot. Then, the burning small truck suddenly exploded, killing more than ten people around it.
They were killed instantly, and several others who were on fire were screaming and rolling on the ground trying to extinguish the flames.
In less than a minute, fifty or sixty thugs were killed by Zhou Hao, which made the remaining people even more frightened, especially when they saw Zhou Hao's eyes flashing with murderous intent behind the mask.
Like setting up an ice cave.
At this time, several artillery shells with white smoke fell from the air to Zhou Hao. Zhou Hao stopped, and those few artillery shells fell to the ground next to him, or hit him directly, and immediately exploded violently.
Hundreds of small shrapnel flew out, shattering the windows of surrounding buildings.
This is an 85mm caliber grenade. Each one contains 900 pieces of shrapnel. It can kill and injure people within more than 200 square meters.
The flickering firelight and billowing smoke engulfed Zhou Hao. The thugs who had developed a deep fear of him also cheered excitedly. The few people holding grenade guns in the distance were even more happy and high-fived in celebration.
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"The devil is not dead yet!"
Someone shouted, and the cheers of the thugs suddenly fell silent. They looked nervously towards Zhou Hao, and sure enough, they saw a figure that had not fallen down standing faintly in the thick smoke.
When the smoke dispersed, they saw Zhou Hao still standing there, with no signs of injury except for some damage to his clothes. Everyone gasped and groaned in unison: "What kind of monster is this?"
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Just when everyone was in panic, a small missile flew in front of Zhou Hao with flames.
This small missile is many times more powerful than a grenade and is a weapon specially used to defeat tanks or armed helicopters.
But he saw Zhou Hao raised his right hand, used his palm as a knife, and drew a half-moon curve. The small rocket split into two instantly, flew past Zhou Hao on both sides, and exploded more than ten meters away.
, producing a strong shock wave and scorching heat wave, which knocked down more than a dozen thugs not far away, but did no harm to Zhou Hao.
The shock wave and heat wave blew from behind, making Zhou Hao's clothes rustle. He stood proudly like a pine and cypress, and his momentum made people shocked and scared.
Zhou Hao stood still, looking past the two to three hundred thugs over there, and landed on the figure hiding behind the thugs.
The guy was standing on the pickup truck of a military off-road vehicle, with a rocket launcher on his shoulder. He was the one who launched the small missile just now.
Although he was very shocked by Zhou Hao's inhumanly powerful abilities, this man met Zhou Hao's gaze without any sign of weakness.
Zhou Hao had seen this guy's photo before and knew that this guy was Francis who killed Deng Deng in Laojiangkou.
"Kill that devil! That devil is the enemy of Lord Shiva! The enemy of our Shiva religion! If you don't kill him, all the Indonesian people will suffer! If you kill the devil, we can get the power of Lord Shiva.
Blessed, ascend to the paradise of happiness!" Standing on the off-road vehicle, Francis shouted to the thugs in Indonesian: "For the sake of Lord Shiva and for all the Indonesian people, kill the devil!"
The thugs who were originally afraid of Zhou Hao regained their fighting spirit under the instigation of Francis, and several of Francis' close men also took the lead in shouting: "Kill that devil! Kill that devil!"
Instigated by Francis, these hundreds of thugs also started shouting, and the dozens of fanatical followers of Shiva in front rushed toward Zhou Hao like they had taken aphrodisiacs.
Zhou Hao was not afraid. He walked to the side of the street and grabbed the steel lamppost that was as thick as a thigh and more than ten meters long. With a strong force, Zhou Hao pulled out the entire lamppost that was rooted in the cement ground.
"ha!"
With a cold shout, Zhou Hao let the lamp post in his hand sweep across, sweeping away the dozen or twenty people running at the front. Then he swung back, and the remaining ones were beaten as hard as golf balls.
Knocked away.
Zhou Haoyou was not satisfied, so he ran toward the thugs with this "murderous weapon" on his shoulders, smashing or sweeping it, killing at least ten people with each blow. However, although the weapon's killing effect was great, it was never worth it.
Zhou Hao's strength was broken after killing hundreds of thugs.
Even these cruel thugs have never seen such a murderer. In their view, Zhou Hao is a real devil, and the more this happens, the more they agree with Francis's lies and believe him.
Only by killing Zhou Hao can they save the Indonesian people and protect the Lord Shiva they believe in. Therefore, even if their companions are constantly being killed, instead of running away, they have made up their mind to "sacrifice themselves for charity" and kill Zhou Hao.
The most evil devil.
Francis, who was hiding behind the thugs, certainly didn't believe in Lord Shiva. After seeing Zhou Hao's ghost-like ability, he decisively prepared to run away.
When Zhou Hao saw this heinous murderer trying to escape, he couldn't agree, so he pulled up an iron road sign from the side, used it as a javelin, and threw it towards Francis in the distance.
When Francis saw the roaring road sign, he was frightened to the point of numbness, but he did not lose his calm. He immediately asked the driver to start the off-road vehicle and quickly drove forward.
Just after driving two or three meters, the road sign fell to where Francis was just now and penetrated deeply into the concrete ground.
Looking at the road sign with only a small part of it visible, Francis was terrified, thinking that if he left a moment later, he would be in trouble.
Zhou Hao failed to hit the target, but he didn't intend to let Francis escape. He rushed forward for more than ten meters, then kicked his feet on the ground, and flew more than ten meters high from the ground towards Francis.
Chase in Si's direction.
"The devil wants to harm Mr. Francis, kill him quickly!"
The Indonesian thugs below roared angrily and raised their firearms to attack Zhou Hao in the air.
Although Zhou Hao was not afraid of those bullets, his ability to move forward was weakened by the impact of these bullets. Moreover, a thug below threw a grenade at Zhou Hao, which exploded next to Zhou Hao and was nowhere in the air.
Zhou Hao, who took advantage of the force, had to fall down due to the impact of the explosion, and was surrounded by these thugs.
"In that case, let's kill all of you." Zhou Hao was angry that these guys were hindering him, and he hated their atrocities against the Chinese, so he didn't wait for them to attack him, and used all his power to attack these beasts that were not worthy of being human.
The killing started.
Since possessing high-strength martial arts, Zhou Hao has never tried to use his ten powers, even when faced with top masters like the Master and Fuma Kotaro, because he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and would hurt innocent people.
However, Zhou Hao no longer needs to show mercy to these beasts whose hands are stained with Chinese blood.