"What are you shouting loudly!" Zhu Jue looked at the pistol pointing to the bridge of his nose, waving his head back and forth to avoid the pistol pointing to his head, but Sam's hand was always aiming at Zhu Jue, "Apart from Xiao Maria, Cang Kong and the friend of Duma, I don't know any other Japanese anymore!"

"Damn... are you here to snatch the Golden Stone too..." Sam used his thumb to push away the pistol's security, and continued to Zhu Jue with an extremely ugly expression, "Get out of the car... or I'll shoot!"

(As sure, I knew there was something wrong with this truck driver!)

(Wait! The friend of Dokami has also photographed "A---V"!?)

(I dare to slap Ma Yuyu, who is so fond of opening and closing in my heart!)

"Um... it seems you know about the Golden Stone?" Seeing Sam's disobedient behavior, Zhu Jue raised his hand to indicate that he was not hostile, and continued to ask with his mouth.

"It's really not that easy to return to San Diego..." Sam turned his head and glanced at the rearview mirror on one side. Although the road behind was still desolate, some beads of sweat had begun to seep out of his forehead because of nervousness. "How did the information leak... Get off the car quickly!"

Compared to Sam's excited performance, Zhu Jue did not seem to be pointed at him with a gun at all. He looked at the container on the back of the truck, then smiled at Sam and said, "This mission is not difficult... Look at your appearance, is that the golden stone in the truck?"

"Bang!"

As Zhu Jue's words just fell, Sam immediately pulled the trigger in his hand towards Zhu Jue's head, but at this time Zhu Jue had already opened his polluted halo. Sam, who had been eroded by the polluted barrier, had already been softened to the driving position, and even a pistol could not hold it. The pistol that was aiming at Zhu Jue only shattered the glass in the passenger seat, and fell from Sam's hand.

"This is... what kind of witchcraft..." Although Sam's body was strong, he was just an ordinary person after all. In less than half a second, the vitality in his body was almost eroded by the polluted halo. If Zhu Jue had just turned on it and turned it off for a moment, there would have been only a pile of dead bones left compared to Sam.

"Oh... If you can complete the task just by being hit by a car, it's too easy. Or is it because I'm too strong?" Zhu Jue stopped caring about Sam's situation. He was no longer threatened for a while. Zhu Jue opened the door and jumped from the passenger seat. He dragged his legs, which were still inconvenient, and walked towards the container behind the truck.

"Let me see what this golden stone is, can it be eaten?" Zhu Jue, who came to the back door of the container, put his hand on the handle and was about to forcefully unscrew the container to see what was inside.

(Foot control benefits in front!)

However, just as Zhu Jue was about to exert force, the barrage that suddenly floated in front of him made him lose his mind. Foot control welfare, even if he treated these barrage as his illusion, Zhu Jue could not help but feel a little rippling.

Then he was stepped on his face by a foot falling from the sky and his whole body fell next to the truck.

"Although I don't know who you are, the Golden Stone belongs to me." A slightly sharp voice rang in Zhu Jue's ears, "But thank you for your hard work. If you hadn't delayed the truck for a few minutes, it's very likely that I would have to get to Las Vegas... or even in California, I would have been able to catch up with it."

Zhu Jue didn't care what the guy who suddenly appeared said. Although it was still midnight, he was still a person with some physical strength. Under this situation, his vision could barely see something that ordinary people could not see clearly. His eyes looked up from above while stepping on his foot. In the leg of the foot, he saw a...a little thick leg...

(Who said the benefits just now, stand up for me! I promise not to beat him to death!)

Zhu Jue's complaints were almost exactly the same as the barrage floating in front of him at this moment. Then he opened his polluted halo again, ready to erode the vitality of the guy who was stepping on him.

But the man who stepped on Zhu Jue seemed very sensitive. While Zhu Jue's pollution aura opened, he jumped several times and jumped dozens of meters away, breaking out of the coverage of the pollution aura.

"Hey, if it's a young girl with white silk, forget it..." Zhu Jue wiped the soil from his cheek with his sleeve, then got up and said to the guy who suddenly appeared. "You are a short, thick and short uncle, don't step on someone else's face casually, okay?"

Under the dim starlight, it can still be seen that the man was a typical Japanese middle-aged man, only 1.6 meters tall and slightly fat. Coupled with the Rendanhu, which is common in anti-Japanese movies on his upper lip, a wretched aura is simply spread out.

"It seems you have some tricks, too..." The Japanese man held a narrow Japanese sword in his hand. The smooth blade was covered with petal-like patterns. A cold light flowed under the starlight. He held the knife in his back hand and held it in front of him. Although his appearance looked a little obscene, he still had an inexplicable momentum. "I was born in Shinono, guarding Liangmi Gorge, and Danling Jiasanro, so I'll report it to me. The Mid Cicada Thousand Eight Tigers in my hand will not kill the nameless ghost."

"Tsk, are you Naruto or Koga Ninja's cosplay? You're so old that you still play this shameful play..." Seeing this Japanese who called himself Danling Kasarou made him look like a ninja, Zhu Jue couldn't help but sigh, and then took out the Frost-Heath Sword he got from the last mission world, "I'm from the psychiatric department of Qincheng Second People's Hospital, Zhang Yong... No, Zhu Jue is right, are you satisfied now?"

"Hmph... Chinese?" Danling Jiasanro bent down, then suddenly exerted force under his feet. The Japanese knife in his hand slashed a pale cold light and directly stroked Zhu Jue's neck, "I will recite scriptures for you after you die!"

Danling Jiasanro's speed was far beyond the level that a normal person should have. In Zhu Jue's eyes, his body almost turned into a blurred afterimage, and rushed to Zhu Jue's face in his breath, and he was about to be cut by the Japanese sword in Danling Jiasanro's hand.

But just when the Japanese knife in his hand was only less than ten centimeters away from Zhu Jue's throat, Danori Kassaburo's movement seemed to have been pressed on the slow-motion key of the player, slowly like a snail. Zhu Jue released a wall of pain in front of him at the moment of his attack, and the magic of darkness completely bound the Japanese ninja.

Then Zhu Jue lifted the Frost Sword in his hand, and pierced Danling Jiasanlang's chest in a cold wind that seemed to be a cry of the dead.
Chapter completed!