Monarch of Evernight: Twenty-one people

bsp; Just now, taking advantage of the chaos, Mr. Wang drew his gun as fast as he could in his life. However, when Qianye shot down five people outside and then shot him in the arm, his gun had not been raised yet. Get to a position where you can aim!

This should never be done! Not to mention the speed of the gun, Mr. Wang has the ability of a first-level combatant, and gunpowder weapons are not enough to incapacitate him. However, Qianye's shot hit the vital part of the joint, making him unable to lift his entire arm.

Mr. Wang was frightened and frightened. He covered his arms and lost his voice: "You are by no means an ordinary person! You...who are you?"

The speed and accuracy with which Qianye fired his gun was something Mr. Wang had never seen in his life, and he never made any unnecessary moves from the moment he broke in, even when he was talking. This is the most authentic military style, and it is definitely not something that ordinary special forces can train.

Although Qianye is only a first-level soldier according to the data, Mr. Wang already knows that there is definitely something wrong with it. With the speed, strength, and terrifying judgment and precision that Qianye has shown so far, on the battlefield, Even those level three masters would most likely die in his hands.

How could such a master hide in a small rural place in Beacon Town and open a shabby little bar?

Qian Yexiang didn't see Yan Laohu and Mr. Wang breaking out of the wall. He picked up a magazine, reloaded it, and then sparks suddenly erupted from the gun. Two shots hit Yan Laohu in the crook of his knee, causing him to scream and fall to the ground as he had already run to the stairs.

Then Qianye leaned out from the railing and fired four more shots. This time, it was his turn to climb over the railing and jump directly to the first floor. Mr. Wang, who was running out of the door quickly, shouted and was shot in both hands and legs. , fell to the sky.

Qianye looked at the obviously crudely made gun in his hand and shook his head helplessly. Four shots were fired, and each shot failed to break Mr. Wang's bones. At most, it was just a flesh wound. As a first-level soldier, Mr. Wang definitely still has room for resistance.

When the first force node is activated, the practitioner's various physical qualities will be greatly improved, which will be about half of what it was before practice. Each time you level up, your physical fitness will continue to improve. In this way, when facing advanced combatants, gunpowder firearms will increasingly appear to be less powerful and will gradually withdraw from the stage.

Qianye easily jumped down from the third floor, picked up another magazine, put it on without haste, and then walked up to Mr. Wang, "I forgot to say, I don't like you very much either."

Qianye raised his pistol and pointed it at Mr. Wang's forehead. There was a hint of cunning in Mr. Wang's eyes, but a look of horror on his face. However, Qianye suddenly smiled and moved the gun slightly.

Mr. Wang's face immediately changed. This time he was really frightened and he shouted: "No! Don't kill me! We can talk, we can talk about anything!"

While shouting, Mr. Wang raised his hands to protect his head and face, no longer caring about disguise. With the physical strength of a first-level soldier, Qianye's shot couldn't penetrate the skull. He still had room to pretend to be dead. But after Qianye moved his gun, he aimed it directly at his eyes!

Not to mention the first level, even the seventh level soldier's eyes cannot block bullets, so Mr. Wang immediately knew that his little trick could not be hidden from Qianye.

Qianye said calmly: "Unfortunately, I just heard something I shouldn't have heard."

Bang!

The gunshot rang out, and the shot hit Mr. Wang in the crotch. This part is also not immune to bullets.

Mr. Wang screamed and covered his lower body with both hands.

Seeing Qianye's gun pointed at his eyes again, and no matter how he dodged, the gun was always staring at his eyes, Mr. Wang exclaimed: "You can't kill me! I am Qi Yue's uncle . If you kill me, the Qi family will never be finished with you! No matter how powerful you are, you will never be able to escape the pursuit of the Imperial Expeditionary Force!"

"Qi Jia..." Qianye seemed to be pondering. He suddenly waved his gun with his backhand, banged it several times, and knocked down several guys sneaking over from outside through the wall.

There is one last bullet in the gun now.

Qianye raised his gun again, pointed it at Mr. Wang, and said calmly: "Qi Yue, I will also settle the score with him. You just take a step first, don't worry, he will arrive soon."

Mr. Wang was really stunned now: "You, you want to kill our young master? You are crazy, absolutely crazy! Do you know who he is? Do you think he is just the young master of the Qi family? He. ....."

Bang!

The gunfire rang out, and a **** flower bloomed on Mr. Wang's eye socket. He could no longer speak any words, his expression was dull, and he slowly fell backward.

Qianye turned to look at Yan Laohu, who was half-body hanging on the steps of the third floor.

Yan Laohu was so scared that he huddled in the corner, sweating like rain. Half out of fear, half out of severe pain. He doesn't have Mr. Wang's strength, so his bones are not strong enough. Qianye's two shots had shattered his knees.

He looked at Qianye desperately, knowing that the other party would never let him go. He didn't know how regretful he was at the moment. If time could go back, even if he was killed, he would not come to rob Beacon Town. In this way, he would not provoke Qianye, the **** of murder.

Yan Laohu asked himself that he had licked blood from the edge of a knife, but he had never seen such a terrifying person as Qianye. Qianye's strength was not the strongest he had ever seen, but his calmness and calmness when killing people made people feel chilled from the bottom of their hearts. Yan Laohu heard that only the most mysterious elite legions in the imperial army would produce such monsters that were born only for killing.

Yan Laohu didn't know at this time that his guess was close to the truth. Among the hundreds of special forces units of the Imperial Army, the Red Scorpions always rank among the top three.

Seeing Yan Laohu like this, Qianye lost interest in torturing him.

"Where is Min'er?"

"She is locked up on the first floor. The innermost room is the room." Yan Laohu answered honestly.

Qianye nodded, walked over and wiped Yan Laohu's neck with a dagger, ending his life.

Qianye returned to the previous room, picked up the pistol that Mr. Wang had dropped, and checked it again.

This is the first type of Force Pistol of Dawn. It is an antique designed before the Dawn War. The force conversion rate is only 10%. Its gun body is more than half a meter. In terms of size alone, it is more like a portable assault rifle than a pistol.

The reason why the Dawn series of force pistols are still in use today is because they are cheap enough, have a simple structure, and are easy to maintain. A customized version of Scorpion Needle can buy tens of thousands of Light of Dawn.

No matter how old the Dawn Type 1 is and how low its conversion rate is, it is still a Force gun after all, and its power at close range is comparable to that of a large-caliber rifle. A soldier with a force gun in his hand has a completely different level of combat power than one without a force gun.

This Dawn Light is well maintained, and it can be seen that Mr. Wang cherishes it very much. This made Qianye quite satisfied, so he handed it to his left hand, picked up a double-barreled shotgun with his right hand, and walked out of the room.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, he was met with a hail of bullets!

Qianye somersaulted past the barrage, then jumped directly over the railing and landed on the ground.

The two gunmen crouching on top of a huge scrapped machine on the northwest side of the hall were almost dumbfounded. This guy jumped directly from the third floor, and nothing happened to him. After landing firmly, he raised his gun and aimed at them without stopping!

The two gunmen quickly retreated and used a scrap steel plate to cover themselves. Their reaction was quick and correct, but Qianye pulled the trigger of Dawn Light!

A force bomb emitting orange light was shot from the muzzle of the gun. This force bomb, which used a heavy-duty warhead to increase its power, directly blasted through a two-centimeter-thick steel plate, shattering half of the two gunmen's bodies. , fragments of metal and flesh were flying and scattering all over the sky.

This result was expected by Qianye. If the force gun doesn't even have this power, why should the human race rely on it to compete with the dark race? Both sides could just use their swords to cut each other down. Moreover, Qianye's Force attributes are particularly explosive, and the Force bombs he shoots are much more powerful than ordinary people.

Qianye continuously injected the Force into the light of dawn, and slowly a new Force energy bullet was generated in the barrel of the gun. With Qianye's current level of force power, he can shoot three shots with this Dawn Light. A first-level soldier like Mr. Wang can only fire one shot.

Qianye waited for the new original energy bomb to form, then walked towards the room at the end of the hall. The number of men Yan Huhu brought here were not many. After Qianye killed a dozen of them, the rest saw that the situation was not good and all fled.

The room at the end was unlocked. When Qianye pushed the door open and entered, he was greeted by the thick smell of blood and putrid smell.

There is a naked woman chained to the wall. Her body is covered with wounds of all sizes, and there is filth everywhere. The wounds have long suppurated, and there are even maggots crawling in and out.

The woman lowered her head, but the figure that still vaguely retains youthful vitality should be Min'er. But seeing those wounds, Qianye knew that she was hopeless.

Hearing the sound, Miner raised her head with difficulty. Two lines of blood were flowing out of her closed eyes, and Qianye realized that both of her eyes had been gouged out!

Qianye's hands suddenly started to tremble. If he had seen the scene in front of him earlier, he would never have let Yan Laohu and Mr. Wang die so happily! In the Red Scorpion, he learned no less than fifty cruel torture techniques. Even the dark race could not contend with that kind of pain.

"Who is it?" Min'er seemed to realize something, she listened carefully and asked.

"...It's me, Qianye."

Min'er smiled happily and said, "You're here! Those people outside..."

"Yan Laohu and Mr. Wang are both dead. It will be Qi Yue's turn next. He can't run away." Qianye said very calmly, as if he would give her a glass of wine occasionally on a slow afternoon. Tea and a little chat.

Min'er smiled and said: "You know, after they killed Mr. Zhao, Qi Yue asked me to accompany him. I agreed and worked very hard. Then, when he was least prepared, Qi Yue asked me to accompany him. , I gave him a big bite, and it was so satisfying! I shook my head and he screamed, which was even more exciting than screaming!"

She laughed for a while, then lowered her voice and sighed: "Unfortunately, you guys who have practiced the Force are all monsters. It's too strong to bite. I tried my best, But he still couldn't break his **** completely. Instead, he lost several teeth, which was a big loss."

Qianye listened silently, then sighed and said, "You don't have to fight so hard for Mr. Zhao. You should live well. I am enough for revenge."

Min'er sighed softly: "This is different! I know that I am not a woman that others can look up to. But that day Mr. Zhao told me that I am one of his own..."

She suddenly had a sunny look on her face and said, "Since you are one of your own, you have to look like one of your own, right?"

"Of course!"

"Qianye, can you do me a favor? I want to wash my face. It's best to get down again. I want to die a little cleaner."