The Devil’s Cage Chapter 33: Fall

"Oh?"

"You guessed it?"

In the words of interest, the figure emerged from the darkness, revealing his original face.

This is a man about to spend his middle age. His eyes are full of wrinkles, his temples are already gray, his posture is fat, his feet seem to be handicapped, he walks a little staggering, so that every step he takes will be on the old stairs There was a more harsh noise on the board.

However, people are more concerned about the other person holding... a gun.

A gun that is not a standard but processed by an individual.

Maybe there is no power of the standard gun, but no one will doubt the lethality of this homemade handgun.

"You, what do you want to do?"

Akede asked slightly tremblingly.

And, while asking and retreating, it naturally shrinks behind Kieran, and the lighting and cameramen are no exception. Although they are both young and powerful, and they are not bare hands, but this time they face a sudden For gunmen, it is instinct to give in.

Mivanzhen is different from three people.

After the other party appeared, she tried her best to shine the light where she was not in the range, and then moved closer to the other party.

She wants to **** the gunman’s firearm unexpectedly.

She has done this more than once.

Moreover, every time I succeeded.

Therefore, she has considerable confidence.

But...

This time is different.

"Sergeant Mivanzhen, please stop."

"Otherwise, I cannot guarantee the safety of the people in front of me-although I am holding a homemade handgun, at such a close distance, it is not difficult to kill any of them."

The gunman suddenly made a noise.

The gun in his hand was raised, indicating that he was not kidding.

"Stop!"

After Mivanzhen shouted in a low voice, he came out of the darkness.

She frowned and looked at the person in front of her.

She never had the other party in her memory, but the other party was able to call her name, which made the former female soldier very concerned.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

"Now please step back to that person Shaman."

The gunman said with a smile, under the light, the wrinkles in the corners of the opponent's eyes squeezed together.

After the cooperation of Mivanzhen, such wrinkles become deeper and deeper.

At the same time, the other party began to take the last two steps and stood on the floor of the third floor.

Next, after the gun was pointed at Mivanzhen, the other party's eyes turned to Kieran.

"How do you know?"

"Just a guess?"

The other party asked.

The words are not complete, but everyone present knows what the other person is asking.

"The existence here, tell me from time to time with a whisper, including..."

"Your uncle who fell to that person."

"Or more accurately, your uncle disguised as an accident and fell to death."

Kieran said lightly.

Unlike the horrendous discoloration of the people around him facing the gunman, Kieran is expressionless from the time the other party appears to standing in front.

A homemade handgun?

He doesn't think about it yet.

"Oh?"

"So, can you communicate your soul?"

"So..."

"Can you let me see my dear uncle that person again?"

The smile on the gunman’s face has not changed at all, and the voice is more full of smiles, but the muzzle is aimed at Kieran.

That could not be more obvious.

If Kieran can’t do it, the opponent will shoot.

Facing the muzzle, Kieran, who had been expressionless all of a sudden, smiled suddenly.

He grinned the corners of his mouth, his white teeth exposed, and he looked pale and dazzling under the light, like a lone wolf opening his mouth in the snow and about to prey.

"Are you sure?"

"Then as you wish!"

The voice is deep and indifferent.

The whole person of Kieran is moving towards the other party.

Every step, the body of Kieran bends strangely, as if there were no bones in the whole body, but...

More like a snake!

A snake walking upright.

The light from the searchlight is unknown when it was blocked by this snake.

The camera's lens also only has a more weird back.

"What are you doing?"

"Stop!"

The face of the gunman who always believed that the winning ticket was stable suddenly changed, and thin sweat beads unconsciously appeared on his forehead, and the other party shouted loudly.

"What am I going to do?"

"Of course as you wish!"

"Me, dear nephew!"

The words in front are still Kieran's indifferent voice, but at the last sentence, it becomes hoarse and low. What is even more unacceptable is that a feeling of gloomy and cold permeates the corridor on the third floor.

That's the change accumulated by murderous aura.

The changes after killing thousands of creatures.

The people around figure are stiff.

The gunman locked in Kieran’s sight felt that his blood was clotting, as if the other party saw a butcher knife falling from the sky to cut him off.

"Stop, stop!"

"Stop me!"

Boom!

The other party, who had not experienced battlefield baptism at all, gave a low growl and his fingers pulled the trigger involuntarily.

At such a short distance, it will naturally not miss the target.

The bullet hit the Kieran cushion on his lower abdomen.

The orange bullet did not penetrate the Kieran’s arm. In fact, it was only embedded in a trace and was unable to move forward.

The attributes of Kieran have dropped, and many skills have been forcibly sealed in Unparalleled Rank.

But this does not mean that these skills are useless, especially some skills that do not need Level Up originally, and their existence does not violate the rules.

For example: [Secondary Skin Armor]!

In the face of physical damage that is slightly equal to none, weak and Fairly Weak level~IndoMTL.com~Secondary Skin Armor] can be completely ignored, and in the face of the general, Fairly Strong strength of physical damage, Kieran only need to accept Weak and physical damage of Fairly Weak level.

A standard military handgun, the basic attack Rank is around the average.

The weaker homemade handgun is below average and above Fairly Weak.

This is why Kieran puts his arms on his lower abdomen.

He doesn’t want to be fatally injured.

But the end result is that this homemade handgun is even weaker than expected.

As weak as a gunman.

Under the guidance of [Viper Body] and Expert Rank [Mystical Knowledge], his willpower is far less tenacious than he thought.

So...

The next is his performance moment.

"It hurts!"

"It hurts!"

"The same pain as when I fell..."

Kieran's figure became more and more distorted, and the bullet embedded in his arm was taken out directly by him and placed in the middle of his palm.

"Are you?"

"Is it yours?"

"I will give you back!"

"It’s like what you did to me, I will give you back a little bit!"

The hoarse, deep voice continued.

"No!"

"No!"

When the gunman who was seriously affected by Kieran saw the bullet in the hand of Kieran, the whole person collapsed instantly. He threw the homemade handgun in his hand to Kieran, turned and ran, but the legs The disability on the other side makes the other party unable to run at all, and the footsteps behind him are like a desperation, and the collapsing party is stepping on the air in a panic...

Roll down.

The sound of broken bones at the neck is clear and audible.

Click.