"Bang, Shakaraka..."

The pale lights illuminated the bar, breaking the madness that climbed in the dark.

The shocking music was still ringing in my ears, but the sudden light still made everyone feel strongly uncomfortable. I don’t know how many heads were scrambling in the bar. After slowing down for a while, I reacted from the crazy state. After adapting to the strong lights around, I turned around and looked around, and my eyes fell on Wei Wei, who was slowly retracting from the direction of the switch.

In their vision, a new face appeared.

He doesn't look old, only eighteen or nineteen years old, but he has a calm and sophisticated temperament.

He quickly took out a document that he couldn't see clearly, swayed at everyone at will, and then put it away at a faster speed.

"Everyone, I'm sorry, I'll bother you."

Wei Wei squeezed out a professional smile on his face and spoke politely: "I come from the Supernatural Things Research and Investigation Department."

"You worship demonic power and trigger the spread of demonic factors, which is the first type of dangerous behavior strictly prohibited by the Executive Office."

"...So, please wait in line and stand up and go back with me for investigation, okay?"

“…”

"Investigation Department?"

Before Wei Wei could finish his words, the people present were shocked.

Then I don’t know how many people looked slightly frightened, and subconsciously looked at the Goth man on the stage.

Some people wonder: Didn’t Mr. DJ all handle it?

Some people also wonder: What is the investigation department for?

In all kinds of doubtful eyes, the Gothic man also reacted violently. He first quickly glanced at the elevator entrance and found no other suspicious figures. Then he quickly scanned the surveillance display screen, and there was no other movement outside the building.

Although he didn't understand how he came in, he quickly recovered from calmness, with a smile on his face and said:

"Is there any misunderstanding?"

“…”

He spoke politely and had a gentle tone.

But soon, the person in front of the dance floor reacted, squeezed into it slightly, blocking the statue of life behind it, and DJ's voice continued to sound softly: "We worship one of the twelve main gods in charge of life power: the goddess of life. He was born from the boundless spiritual ocean, bringing life and health to this world, and also bringing us spiritual comfort..."

"It is He who helps us heal our diseases and heal our wounds, and it is He who guides us lost lambs toward..."

“…”

In Mr. DJ's gentle tone, many people around him gradually became confused and their piety suddenly arose. The panic that was interrupted by outsiders was gradually subsided. The shame of a certain discomfort was discovered was also fading away...

Wei Wei had a serious listening expression on his face, and then his right hand was raised impatiently.

He held a gun in his hand.

The gun is a pistol with an old shape and a very long barrel, and even a little rust. It has a rough temperament, like a tough guy with a bad temper.

Then Wei Wei directly hooked and attacked.

"Bang!"

A ball of flame burst out from the muzzle.

With a "slam" sound, a man who stood by the dance floor and blocked the statue of the Goddess of Life suddenly froze on the spot. He looked down at him in disbelief and saw that a big bloody hole had been knocked out of his abdomen.

Through this hole, you can see the statue of the god behind you.

The bullet passed through his abdomen and hit the underside of the statue, and stone scattered everywhere.

The statue lost its support and slowly fell down, falling into pieces, and a figure slowly slid out from inside.

It was a girl who could vaguely tell the shape of a human. She looked like she was still in school. She wore a ponytail and even wore pants in a school uniform. But the parts of her body that could be seen were all thin, like a wrinkled black rag.

The sudden gunfire woke everyone who was slightly obsessed, and even the DJ's words were stopped.

Countless expressions changed drastically and he looked at Wei Wei blankly.

"The life demon will not give life."

Wei Wei smiled and explained to them patiently: "The life demon only has the ability to deprive and give life energy, and can transfer the life energy of one unit to another. It can transform a certain person's life activity into pure life energy to extract and deprive it, and give it to others. Therefore, what you call prayer is just to use the demon to seize the lives of other people."

After a pause, the corner of his mouth slightly pursed: "You are even used to wasting these lives you have taken..."

“…”

"you……"

Mr. DJ, who is in the Gothic style, seems not in the mood to listen to Wei Wei's science score. He was just whispering softly and communicated with Wei Wei with a friendly attitude. He was shocked by this sudden shot, especially after seeing Wei Wei hurt people mercilessly and even smashed the statue of the god he worshiped, his eyes instantly turned blood red, and the blue veins on his neck burst out like earthworms.

"You are the blasphemer..."

He suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted: "Kill him, grab him, and offer it to the goddess..."

"Crazy..."

The shot just now shocked most of the people present. DJ's roar made them react. They saw the statue of god that had fallen into pieces on the ground and the little girl exposed under the statue. The panic of the discovery of the evidence of the crime spread again.

First, a few people who were standing behind DJs and wearing black robes reacted the fastest and walked up through the crowd.

Then, the believers gradually showed a fierce light in their eyes, staring at Wei Wei, who was alone in the crowd. Some tough and young people had already picked up the wine bottles, ashtrays, and some strange stick-shaped rubber items on the table next to them...

How could a person who is not afraid of sharp daggers and strong wine be afraid of bullets?

The vigorous vitality always makes a urge to destruction surge in their hearts from time to time.

The madness seems to be spreading and is fermenting rapidly.

His eyes turned scarlet, and strange expressions appeared on his face, approaching faintly in the flashing lights.

"call……"

At this moment, Wei Wei, who was surrounded in the middle, slowly lowered his head, as if he was a little regretful.

"I originally wanted to persuade you to stay away from the demons..."

Then, he suddenly raised his head, and suddenly lost all his smile on his face.

"Now can only implement Plan B."

“…”

The next moment, he suddenly faced everyone and kept hooking and attacking.

“Mush…”

One by one, the holes appeared in the men in black robe who rushed towards them through the crowd, and they burst into charming and bright blood.

A scream of horror rang out.

The broken body and broken limbs and broken arms splashed two or three meters away, crushing tables filled with wine.

Even if you worship the life demon and have strong vitality, you can still be killed.

They can quickly recover all kinds of wounds that are self-harm and self-harm, and even weaken their vitality from aging. However, as long as the trauma caused instantly and the power of death caused exceeds the energy limits contained in their lives, they will die immediately.

Unfortunately, some people in these bars don’t even know about this.

The various magical experiences experienced after joining this party gave them fanatical confidence, until a deafening gunshot suddenly sounded in their ears, and they saw that the familiar person had lost the familiar face and head.

Wei Wei's body rotated flexibly in the chaotic crowd and space, and his movements were not as fast as possible, but they were very accurate.

He smashed the guys in black robes with his gun, stuffed the empty gun back into the gun bag, and didn't bother to replace the bullets. He was busy interspersing between the layout of Lingluo. While avoiding the dangers around him, he picked up a stool, wine bottle, fruit sign, and a stick-like rubber item he had grabbed at random, and attacked those who were attacking him or not having time to avoid him.

Panic spread, and there were more people fleeing outside with their heads in their arms than those who were rushing inward.

The dazzling blood red caught my eyes, causing distorted faces to climb into fear.

When they found that the elevator was no longer controlled and the back door was locked by thick chains, their fear surged, and they rolled back into the bar like a tide. Looking at the man walking in the blood, they felt despair that there was nowhere to escape.

In the chaos, I was squeezed into the console, and the explosive music filled my eardrums again.

"Bang! Shakaraka!"

Wei Wei held a gun and approached the dance floor. There was a carpet formed by a river of blood under his feet.

"Damn..."

Gothic DJ watched the man who had opened the ring below quickly approaching him and clenched his teeth inlaid with stainless steel.

He roared and rushed forward, like a human tank, knocking the four or five people blocking the front into the air. His eyes were blood-red and blood burst out. He rushed towards Wei Wei who was approaching the stage and swung his fist wearing a skeleton ring.

Before the sharp edge of the ring tip struck Wei Wei's face, Wei Wei suddenly turned around and had already taken out the second gun from the gun bag in his hand. It was longer than the first gun, silver, with exquisite patterns and a set of black English signatures.

Elegant and exquisite, like a lady.

The spear rotated in the palm of his hand, and elegantly and accurately drew a gun flower, hitting the DJ's face.

DJ was slightly dull.

"Bang!"

The next moment, a special bullet whizzed out of the black barrel, and half of DJ's head exploded into plasma.

But he trembled on the ground a few times, and suddenly he got up again.

Half of his eyes were blown to pieces, and a blood-like light of hatred was shot out.
To be continued...