The surging barrage swept along the street like a hole-sweeping. The strong muscular man didn't care about any hits, any accidental injuries, or any subordinates. He just laughed wildly and poured the violent firepower into all the places that he didn't like. The roaring bullet chains tear everything blocking the road and exploded, and large areas of cars were rotten all over the street in the blink of an eye. In terms of firepower output alone, with the bald man being assisted, this machine gun had already passed the Atlas Sky-boosting Cannon.

The power of the combination between the Chosen and modern technology is by no means just addition operations.

The flames swallowed everything in the blink of an eye, but also covered everything. The explosion of fire had no time to dissipate, and was covered tightly by other flames immediately following it, turning into a surging and scorching flame stream. The figures of the three people were immediately covered by the flames.

Click, the magic gun Morpheus said nothing, but stared at the fiercest place of the flame light and fired slowly. So all the flames were torn and blown away, revealing three figures running wildly, leaving them nowhere to hide.

The firepower of these two people is very good, and the soul is calm!

"What about this?"

"Of course, you should run away quickly!!" Johnson was completely stubborn, his forehead was covered with sweat dripping as big as beans. The barrage was swept away, and the banging explosion sounded, the screaming werewolf chased him desperately, and there was also a magic gun that was instantly killed. Morpheus was fighting slowly and fighting the auxiliary to make up for the rest. Damn it would be a brainless person if he didn't run at this pace!

"That's right. If you don't see the opportunity, you have to run away. Don't silly fight with people who don't know the details. People who don't know how to control their strength and do not know their own boundaries and limits will often be ugly." Yang Qi pointed to the London Bridge on the side of the road: "Hurry, run down the bridge. Follow me and don't fall behind."

"Yesle!!"

run!

Run!

Run desperately!

In the blink of an eye, Johnson surpassed the strongest hurdle runner. He lowered his upper body with all his might and reduced the possibility of bullets. He held his breath to prevent the smoke from entering his lungs. His long legs whizzed like big wheels. The scorching flames made his eyes red, and the endless explosions had already shaken his ears out of blood.

Platinum was floating and swaying in front, as if leading him forward. Johnson had no time to care about anything and no longer had time to think about what to avoid or observe. He had no time to explore the enemy's intentions, and could only force himself to fight in the suffocational drowsiness, gritted his teeth and followed the platinum streamer.

He followed the light and left and right, and his legs were quickly and slowly. His legs were torn and broken by huge inertia, but he had never been shot.

"**, what are you doing! My energy is not infinite. If this continues, I will be almost timed!" On the steel chariot, the bald man's face turned red. He screamed loudly: "You wasted so much of my energy, not even killing anyone except blowing up the car and destroying the road. Explosion is art, art, not your tool for cats and mice!"

Cat and mouse? This word seems to make the muscle giant very happy. He couldn't help but smile arrogantly: "You are right, but today is not possible. Today, just today, this scene, I have been looking forward to it for too long, so let me vent my catharsis!"

The bullet chains were consumed like flowing water, the eggshells collided like rain, and the firepower was circling around the three of them. He liked to see them in panic and frightened.

The bald man didn't cooperate with him: "Funny things! Take a look, they have escaped!"

It was a long time and a short time. In the blink of an eye, the Thames River, which was turbulent in the blink of an eye, had arrived in front of you. But, Yang Qi jumped and flew out of the road like a jade girl throwing a shuttle. Johnson also shouted loudly, crossing the guardrail in one step with the sound of a tiger and tiger, and disappeared under the road in the blink of an eye like a falling rock.

"Escape?" The muscular giant man cracked his mouth and exposed his fangs. The flesh on his face instantly condensed into a hideous totem: "The play has ended. Now, it's time to use some real skills!"

Screaming, the muscular giant man's clothes exploded instantly. With a thud, the bald man had not yet figured out what had been born. A huge black shadow had already bounced high like a huge rock smashed by a catapult cart, drew a distant arc, and then smashed it into the shadow under the London Bridge.

This muscular giant also has the ability to transform as expected, and it is quite powerful after transformation.

But this muscle giant is not the fastest mover.

Under the road, beside the river embankment, there is a dark place where street lights cannot be shining. Yang Qi carried Orlando with her right hand and gently pressed the river embankment next to her with her left hand. She flew over twenty meters like a swing, and jumped quickly along the direction of the water flow with her hands and feet. Johnson also used his hands and feet to follow Yang Qi's footsteps.

Swish, Yang Qi flew down from the air and landed steadily in the thick shadow under the London Bridge.

Thump, Johnson followed closely behind, rolled around the ground in a mess before standing up. It was not that he didn't want to land lightly, but that his legs were so painful that they were almost broken, and when they landed, his feet were soft and could only roll with the flow.

"I don't know how you feel..." Johnathan panted heavily, and supported his knees with his hands and said in a mess: "I just think that if I were the only one, I would definitely be dead today...what do you think?"

"I think the werewolf's nose is really good," Yang Qi pointed up: "I caught up with your nose blood so soon."

When Johnathan looked up, he heard the whistling wind rushing down from a high place. Bang bang bang bang bang bang, with the sound of falling to the ground, eight werewolfs rushed down from the London Bridge one by one like dumplings, tightly surrounding the three of them. As Johnathan's shocked eyes, the werewolf who had just broken his cervical spine and his waist was broken, twisting his head and covering his back and blocking it in front of him. In the time he watched, most of the fatal injuries had healed.

Click, a familiar sound came into his ears. Johnson suddenly turned around and saw Morpheus appear at the bridge, staring at the indifferent eyes and pointing steadily here with the magic gun in his hand. A distance of more than ten meters, without any cover, the magic gun can kill anyone who hits it.

But this is still not the biggest threat.

Whoosh, there was a low wind sound in the night sky, as if a big stone suddenly hit, and it had already reached the top of the head in the blink of an eye. But the huge attack was almost silent when it landed.

It was like a spirit cat jumping down, like a night owl coming to the sky, and a huge black shadow fell silently in the darkness. This move was enough to make anyone who knew what he knew was facing a great enemy.

The black shadow is nearly four meters high, with wide shoulders and wide back, like a muscle city wall. His back is facing everyone and lands not far away. His neck is covered with dark mane, but his bones are not alienated like werewolf. His muscles are like black iron mountains, and the explosive physical strength radiates toward the surroundings at all times like a burning boiler.

He turned his head slightly, turned his eyes and looked at the three of them with the corners of his eyes, so Johnson saw a scarlet and scarlet light bulb in the dark. The hostility and murderous aura in the scarlet light bulb are like the sea of ​​tides. This is not a flower stand with shape, this is the real tyrannical killing pixie walking out of the sea of ​​corpses and bones!

Orlando took a breath and fainted completely.

Johnson widened his eyes in surprise because he always felt that there was something familiar to the black monster. To be precise, whether it was his stand, his muscle direction, or his cruel eyes, there were something very familiar to him.

But what exactly is it? Why do you feel so familiar?

Johnson whispered in Yang Qi's ear: "Do you think this person looks familiar?"

Johnathan's voice was very low, but the black muscle giant's uninformed ears moved, obviously hearing the conversation clearly. Then, he did something that surprised Johnathan and he applauded!

Pa, Pa, Pa, it’s not tight, it’s not slow, every move is full of force like a drum.

He smiled.

Haha, haha, no hurry, no slow, every sound is weird and sarcastic, with superiority and joking.

Then he said something that Johnardson absolutely did not expect:

"I haven't seen the ghost face for a long time."

Ghost Face?!

As soon as the name entered his ear, it was like a thunder suddenly exploded in his ears. Johnson's eyes widened instantly, and his hair was about to stand up. The black-muscular monster was very satisfied with Johnson's reaction, so he turned around and showed a strange face that looked like a wolf, a bat and a human. There was no expression on this face at all, but it could be seen from the slightly narrowed eyes that he was extremely proud at this moment, as if he had suddenly felt proud.

Then he looked at Yang Qi proudly, but Yang Qi's expression made him immediately dissatisfied.

Yang Qi did not have any shock, shock, or shock, but she looked entangled in an instant, as if she was walking on the road and suddenly saw a piece of shit, the kind of sucking teeth. Then she said to Johnson: "Is this ugly guy your acquaintance? Do you actually know such an ugly guy? It's really a big deal to go out for a wide range of meat and vegetables!"

"Don't know, don't know." Johnathan quickly shook his head and left his relationship with this guy: "Although it seems a bit familiar, I'm sure I don't know such an ugly disgusting monster."

Disgusting monster?

The expression of the black muscular giant immediately sank.

He spoke again, his voice shaking back and forth in his broad chest, as if it was dull thunder: "Don't you know me? Well, for this day, I've been waiting for a long time, so why don't you die clearly and see whose hands you died today!"

Crack, Crack, the sound of bone expansion and change sounded like firecrackers. The black muscle monster was shrinking, the skin turned white and lighter, and finally it became the muscle giant two meters tall. His face moved with a pride, a pleasure of revenge, and a brutal bloodthirsty smiled at Yang Qi: "It's really been a long time since I saw you, the Blood Queen!"

Shock! Fear! Beg for mercy! Then go to die in tragic and painful ways! Hahahaha!

"Uh... Although you are very similar now than just now, although you mentioned a nickname that I haven't called for for a long time, it seems to have something to do with me, but I still want to ask you who?"

The crazy laughter of the muscular giant came to an abrupt end.8
Chapter completed!