This monster with bat wings that is good at sneak attacks is called a gargoyle and has very strong defense.
If you use an AK47 to attack, you can finish a magazine and hit all the targets, but you won't be able to kill one of them. However, Lin Baici's lamb hunting rifle has a very powerful injurious power, and it will be half dead with just one bullet.
Squeak! Squeak!
The gargoyle screamed and struggled to get up.
Lin Baici did not finish the attack because another gargoyle hiding in the leaves of a large branch nearby flew down.
Extremely fast.
Lin Baici raised the muzzle of the gun and activated the shotgun's special effects.
Heartbreaking iron rain!
boom!
The gargoyles that were shot down like bombers were directly blasted into a ball of meat by the bullets. Only less than one-fifth of the body was left, and it fell down like a torn sack.
boom!
Wow! Wow!
The meat sauce fell down and smeared on the ground.
Lin Bai resigned and loaded the gun.
"These zombies are endless. I don't think we can escape. Why don't we kill them all in one go?"
Huang Cheng was annoyed and wanted to solve the problem once and for all.
"It is also a good idea to kill them before their physical energy is exhausted!"
Zhong Shuman agrees.
"Kill...kill them all!"
Wu Shitong really couldn't run anymore, and now he fell again and his whole body hurt, so he desperately hoped that Lin Baici and his party would stay and fight.
"Don't make any noise, listen to Lin Shen!"
No matter what choice he made, Old Man Luo didn't care, because he had no worries about protecting himself, so at this time, he still wanted to flatter Lin Baici.
"Then kill..."
Lin Baici paused before he finished speaking, because the zombies that were rushing towards him were like robots that had lost their power, and they were all frozen in place.
"what's the situation?"
Li Yintong turned the butterfly knife: "Could it be that they know that we are going to go all out, so they are afraid?"
"Can you be less thoughtful?"
Old Man Luo was speechless: "The rightful master is here!"
Obviously, these zombies are being controlled by someone, and the real owner is planning to appear, so they are stopped temporarily.
Everyone immediately paid full attention and alerted the surroundings.
Lin Baici's ears twitched and he turned his head to look to the right.
In the white morning mist, there was the sound of cowhide boots stepping on the green grass.
"You found me so soon?"
A rough voice of praise came: "Yellow-skinned monkey, your perception is good!"
Lin Baici's impression of this guy was instantly bad.
Whoosh!
Everyone looked over.
Wu Shitong panicked and crawled back using his hands and feet, because the man was coming towards him.
Before Wu Shitong could climb a few steps, with a hiss, a golden leather whip shot out from the morning mist with a sound of breaking wind, and struck Wu Shitong hard on the back.
pia!
"ah!"
Wu Shitong screamed, curled up in a ball in pain, and rolled on the ground.
Soon, a man came out.
High nose bridge, blue eyes, typical Caucasian.
He was about twenty-seven or eight years old, tall and powerful. He wore an Air Force flight jacket on his upper body, yellow jeans on his lower body, and a pair of high riding boots on his feet.
There are spurs on the back of the boots. When walking, the spurs spin.
"Hey, yellow-skinned monkeys, hello!"
Caucasian male saying hello.
He wore a red triangle scarf around his neck, a cowboy hat on his head, a bullet belt on his waist, and a holster on the left side with a revolver inserted.
Coupled with the leather whip in his hand, this image is that of the most typical American western cowboy, who has his own large ranch, raises cattle and sheep, and likes to drive a pickup truck.
This is not a greeting, it is purely humiliating.
Zhong Shuman and Li Yintong wanted to scold him back, but since the other party could contaminate the rules on such a scale, they were unsure of the other party's strength and did not dare to speak nonsense.
Lin Baici didn't care about this: "White-skinned pig, good morning!"
"Spray him, spray him to death!"
Li Yintong cheers.
"Haha, I still like people like you who can resist!"
The white-skinned man smiled, his tone and cheeks filled with a sense of superiority: "Because the more you resist, the more miserable you look when you are stepped down in the end, the more pleasure I get when I see it!"
"You're such a loser, you talk like you're bound to win!"
Li Yintong was disdainful: "Do you know who this is?"
"It's no use to anyone!"
The white-skinned man looked at Lin Baici: "I see that you are very strong!"
"How about it? Do you want to be my slave?"
The white-skinned man rolled up the whip. It was about three or four meters long.
"Lin Shen, can you bear it when he says such things? Fuck him."
Old Man Luo fanned the flames.
"You should be lucky. Because you are very strong, that's why I came out to see you and give you a chance. If it were these people..."
The white-skinned man pointed his whip at people like Zhong Shuman: "I just fed them to my little pets!"
The little pets mentioned by this white-skinned man refer to zombies, ghouls, and those scarecrows.
Wu Shitong endured the pain, stopped screaming, and climbed behind the big tree nearby.
The white-skinned man is waving a riding crop.
pia
"ah!"
Wu Shi twitched in pain.
"Let me see what this is? An old, smelly rat!"
The white-skinned man ridiculed: "We're all going to die anyway, so why bother struggling?"
"I...I am Wu Shitong, the richest man in Haijing, can you let me go?"
Wu Shitong begged for mercy: "If you let me go, you will gain more than killing me!"
"Wow, the richest man?"
The white-skinned man was surprised: "What a big fish!"
"No matter what, we can talk about it!"
Wu Shitong thought he had a chance. He wanted to stand up and show off his behavior as a rich man so as not to be underestimated. But as soon as he stood up, the white-skinned man whipped him.
Snapped!
Wu Shitong was hit on the face, and his mouth was smashed into pieces. Blood and broken teeth spat out.
"Did I give you permission to stand up?"
The white-skinned man shouted coldly: "Kneel down!"
After all, Wu Shitong was a person with self-respect and did not want to kneel, but the pain in his body made him dare not stand, so he simply fell to the ground.
"Ah!"
The white-skinned man sneered and flicked his riding crop.
Whoosh!
The horsewhip wrapped around Wu Shitong's arm, and then with the white-skinned man's strong tug, Wu Shitong was thrown out and rolled all the way.
Snapped!
The white-skinned man snapped his fingers, and the zombies who stood motionless immediately roared and pounced on Wu Shitong.
"Do not kill me!"
"don't want!"
"help me!"
"Nephew Lin!"
Wu Shitong let out a shrill scream as he was bitten by the zombies.
"Is it fun to torture people?"
Lin Baici did not save Wu Shitong, because even if he rescued him now, he would still die if he fought with the white-skinned man later and no one would help him.
"There's no point in torturing people!"
The white-skinned man shook his head: "But torturing the yellow-skinned monkey is very interesting!"
"You don't think you're going to win, do you?"
Li Yintong sneered.
"Haha, please allow me to introduce myself!"
The white-skinned man smiled and looked at Tai Mei as if he were looking at a frog in a well.
"What is your relationship to slave owner Dustin Hoffman?"
Old man Luo suddenly spoke.
"Um?"
The white-skinned man was slightly shocked: "You actually know my father?"
"hiss!"
Newcomers like Lin Baici didn't know much about the slave owner, but old man Luo, Zhong Shuman, and even Li Yintong were stunned after hearing the white-skinned man admit that he was the son of the slave owner.
He took a breath and showed fear on his face.
What the heck!
How did you meet such a giant?
"I'm Dustin Pete, a cowboy who likes to herd cattle!"
The white-skinned man grinned, showing his big white teeth: "But I am not herding cattle and sheep, but people!"
I have to say, this sentence is still very oppressive when paired with Wu Shitong who was being bitten and screamed by a zombie next to him.
[If you dare to be so arrogant in front of the king at the top of the food chain, you must be killed and fed to the dogs!]
"Is this guy's dad very powerful?"
Lin Baici asked.
"It's more than awesome!"
Old Man Luo spoke with a vibrato: "There are some giants over there in North America who are said to be strong enough to kill gods!"
"For example, Shakira, the great shaman of the Yellowstone Group, Musk, the boss of Silicon Valley, and Newton, the god of gravity, have all created their own teams of god hunters and are famous in the circle."
"These people are very famous, very powerful, and their behavior is also from the neutral and lawful camp. As long as there is no conflict of interest, if you don't mess with me, I will almost never mess with you!"
"But there is one giant who is an exception!"
Old Man Luo swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"Is this guy's father?"
Huang Cheng was curious.
"Yes, you will know it by his nickname, slave owner!"
Zhong Shuman was frightened when he mentioned this man: "Everything he likes, he will get it. He believes in the law of the jungle and the strong, without any sense of morality or guilt!"
"Some people are dissatisfied with him, but those who are dissatisfied with him have become his slaves and were enslaved and tortured to death by him!"
To put it simply, he is strong and bad!
You don't like him, but you can't do anything about him!
"On the same level as Shakira?"
Lin Baici knew the level of the great shaman and wanted to make an analogy.
"She should be better than Shakira, right?"
Zhong Shuman didn't know. After all, they had no chance or qualification to contact such a big boss.
If other people heard someone saying that their father was a bad guy, they would be furious, but Dustin Pitt didn't, instead he smiled proudly.
"How about it? Now that you know my father's reputation, do you want to be my slave?"
Pete asked.
"Your dad is your dad, and you are you!"
Lin Baici looked at the fair-skinned man: "Besides, you actually want my lamb shotgun, right?"
Lin Baici noticed that the other party had been stealing glances at his shotgun since he appeared.
In fact, it's not surprising, because firearms are so rare in the world of divine hunters.
"Yes, you must be worried that you can't beat Brother Lin, so you came up with this method!"
Li Yintong nodded.
If Lin Baici was afraid of the majesty of the slave owner and agreed to this Pete, he would probably be killed as soon as he turned around.
"God Lin, be careful. From now on, don't give random answers. This Pete must have some kind of control-like grace."
Zhong Shuman reminded.
There are some divine favors that are activated in strange ways that make it difficult for people to guard against them.
Since Hoffman was able to establish himself as a slave owner, he obviously had a lot of skills.
"So it's called the Lamb's Shotgun?"
Pete smacked his lips: "Lamb to the slaughter?"
"This name is not very auspicious!"
For these Westerners, things like sheep sometimes have a bad connotation.
Such as the devil.
On Wu Shitong's side, the screams gradually subsided, but no one cared. Now, Old Man Luo and the others were facing a formidable enemy, trying hard to think of how to avoid conflicts.
"It's not all because of your shotgun!"
Pete explained: "I like to collect a few local slaves wherever I go!"
"You are so handsome and so strong. It would be very honorable to take you with me as a slave!"
Just like in the past, whose slaves were good, the slave owner of that family would have face: "Of course, if you perform well, you can be promoted to a deacon!"
"Following me will have a better future than living in a shabby place like Kyushu!"
"By the way, you are still very young, I can exploit you for many years, haha!"
Peter had no intention of coming out at first. This rule pollution was created by him using his father's sacred object. It was very terrifying and could kill anyone.
But while drinking and watching these people flee on the TV, he heard gunshots and then saw Lin Baici's shotgun.
This made his possessiveness full at once.
Pete also has a revolver on his belt, but that thing cannot fire, it has other divine effects.
In addition, Lin Baici's performance was outstanding, so Peter wanted to conquer him.
"As a cowboy, you must have a shotgun. Don't you think it is tailor-made for me?"
Peter laughed: "Thank God for your guidance, allowing me to come to this place in Jiuzhou and meet you!"
"Amen!"
"Dead on the street!"
Li Yintong was angry: "Brother Lin, fuck him!"
"Damn it, can you please stop causing trouble? Can you beat the slave owner's son?"
Old Man Luo broke up the fight.
"I can't beat him, but Brother Lin can!"
Li Yintong was unhappy: "Hey, Baipizhu, let me tell you, this is the newly promoted Jiuzhou Longyi Lin Baici. Your father is here and you don't even dare to talk to him like this!"
"ah?"
Peter was stunned: "Kyushu Dragon Wings?"
There was obvious disbelief on Peter's face because Lin Baici was too young.
"Don't you usually go to the Origin Forum?"
Li Yintong asked back.
"I'll do it, but I never pay attention to the news about you yellow-skinned monkeys!"
In Pete's mind, Europe and North America are the mainstream world, while East Asia is a dirty trash can that makes it look dirty even at a glance.
The sense of superiority is full of yes.
"So you know now?"
Li Yintong glared at Peter fiercely: "Are you afraid?"
"Sister, can you please stop saying a few words?"
Old man Luo wanted to cover Tai Mei's mouth: "I don't think Lin Baici is as tough as you!"
For those who don’t know, I thought you were Kyushu Longyi!
Old Man Luo felt that Lin Baici definitely didn't want to conflict with this Pete, so he had nothing to fear, but his father was too awesome.
"hehe!"
Pete sneered: "Yeah, I'm so scared!"
"I've heard for a long time that you guys in Kyushu are very good at dealing with human relationships. I guess you are also in the same position, right?"
Lin Baici was so young that Peter didn't believe he had the level of Jiuzhou Longyi.
"Do you know Shakira?"
Lin Baici asked back.
"You mean the great shaman?"
Peter didn't understand why Lin Baici mentioned this person.
"Who is better, her or your dad?"
Lin Baici was purely curious.
"Incomparable, the great shaman is better at predicting good or bad future!"
Pete was curious: "Do you know Shakira?"
"Okay, enough nonsense, how do you plan to die?"
Lin Bai said sincerely that this hungry god not only knew her, but was also her master.
Your father is so awesome that he can enslave that great shaman?