Chapter 36 The flying god of death!
Although the enemy's African shooting method was covered by the bunker, the narrow field of view also prevented them from discovering the situation at the first opportunity.
Amidst the roar of gunfire,
Deadly bullets roared from all blind angles, and each of the backbones of the Blood Hand Gang had their heads blown off or their bodies fell down.
Scarlet blood splashed on the ground, gradually smearing a weird and horrifying picture of death.
"Stop hiding, that bastard can fly!"
The pressure makes people crazy, and the pervasive smell of blood awakens the bloodthirsty nature of the Blood Hands that had been dormant for peaceful enjoyment.
No matter how long the Bloody Hands have been safe, they will always be cruel pirates at their core!
A particularly tall man opened the table angrily, raised his flintlock gun and roared while aiming.
"Get up, aim and shoot. If that doesn't work, draw your sword and chop him to death! Instead of burying your head like a coward!"
The roar echoed in the hall like the sound of a bell, awakening the crazy bloodthirst in all the members.
"Yeah, we can't hold our hands. Bang!"
The warm-blooded person helped the cadre stand up with a bloody hand, but as soon as the words came out of his mouth, his head exploded.
The splash of red and white splashed on the face of the companion next to him, and the fear aroused extinguished the last courage.
So he squatted down again.
'That's it? ’
Ron, who had his feet on the ceiling, turned his head downwards.
With an expressionless expression, he turned the muzzle of the gun. The pain of being shot in his chest surfaced as he shot the tall man in the head again.
Only then did the remaining backbone of the Blood Hand Gang realize that he could indeed fly, and there was no point in hiding and shooting.
Under the threat of death, these desperadoes instantly activated their maximum potential, raising their guns and shooting with ferocious faces.
A barrage of bullets roared out, and then failed one after another due to the opponent's erratic and high-speed dodge.
"Don't be afraid, he just flies fast!"
A gunner with good shooting ability concentrates on shooting and hits the enemy accurately with one shot.
Then I discovered an even crueler fact.
The enemy only trembled after being shot, and then shot the gunman in the head with a backhand shot without any loss of mobility.
Or he was wearing some kind of equipment that could protect him from bullets.
Or it's the kind of monster that can withstand bullets!
boom--!
The powerful bullets rained down again, taking away lives with a bang and explosion.
This time the survivors of the Bloody Hand Gang could no longer endure the fear, screaming and fleeing in an attempt to leave this bloody killing place.
The villains who used to be the strong ones preying on the weak are now being treated as prey by the stronger ones and being slaughtered wantonly.
They cannot accept it and cannot resist it.
He could only escape desperately.
Maybe they're not fast enough to get rid of flying enemies.
but!
Just use the lives of others to buy time and outrun these companions, right?
Someone pushed away the companion who was blocking the way, and then blocked the small door with his backhand.
Some people drew their swords and slashed at the backs of their companions on the way forward, using their corpses as human shields.
But no matter how hard they struggled, the ruthless killing continued.
Bang-bang-bang.
The monotonous crackling sound reigns supreme.
Tables, chairs, pillars, and walls cannot protect against large-caliber bullets with extremely strong penetrating power.
There were no survivors where the dark red crosshair pointed.
The 'god of death' flying in the sky ruthlessly harvested the lives of the members of the Blood Hand Gang who either yelled, begged for mercy, or fought back with all their might.
Click——!
After a mechanical sound, Silver Sand Eagle entered a short position and hung up state.
Ron subconsciously touched his pocket, and as expected found it empty - all the magazines were consumed.
The favor of the goddess of luck can greatly increase the probability of drawing what you want.
But it's just a probability, not an absolute.
He has accumulated too little time, and it is normal for consumables such as magazines to run out.
Besides, he didn't always plan to be a gunslinger.
To put it bluntly, gunmen in the world of One Piece really have no sense of existence. Which of those strong men at the top don't fight with fists or cold weapons?
Thermal weapons that rely on firearms, gunpowder, and bullets to determine their power are ultimately not promising in terms of long-term development.
But this bloody killing did not end when the bullets were exhausted.
Rather, it becomes more bloody and cruel, reaching a blood-curdling stage!
"Come on, let me see what color your hearts are!"
Ron's eyes were as fierce as fire. He inserted the silver sand eagle into his waist with one hand and pulled out the dagger.
The black and gold lines are intertwined and engraved on the short blade to create a different kind of beauty, and the smooth mirror-like blade emits a cold light!
Double E-level muscular strength and physique, Vajra's child-like pace and power-carrying skills, and a little bit of rudimentary swordsmanship taught by Sauron.
This is Ron's melee combat system.
If you have a hammer in your hand, everything looks like a nail!
The bamboo dragonfly whirred and whirled, bringing death with it as it fell from the sky!
——Eat my flying grass!
There were less than twenty key members of the Blood Hand Gang on the field. Some tried their best to escape, while others were scattered around the hall hiding.
Even in the sea of flames that had swallowed up half of the hall, enemies were jumping over the wall to break in.
Compared with the burning of the flames, the unstoppable roll call of death is more terrifying.
At this moment,
The remaining survivors of the Bloody Hand Gang finally realized that the terrifying enemy had run out of bullets, and the opportunity they had been waiting for finally appeared.
Although some people also think that bullets cannot harm the enemy, and swords are probably ineffective.
But in order to survive, they have no choice but to risk their lives.
The raging sea of fire blocked the main entrance exit, and several small exit doors were blocked by the traitors who escaped.
In order to ensure his own safety, he didn't even give others a chance to escape.
Although if it were them, they would probably do the same thing.
But that doesn't matter anymore.
They are already trapped animals in a cage, and life or death depends on whether they can kill the enemy!
"kill him!"
"He's just one person, there are more than twenty of us!"
"Don't think this bastard will let us go!"
A man who seemed to be a big boss stood up and roared, letting a group of Bloody Hand Gang members hiding behind the stone pillars take the initiative to come out.
The original supreme leader was missing, and the sniper following him was probably killed by the enemy in the chaos just now.
The only ones they can rely on now are themselves!
Under the sound of whirring and spinning, the God of Death flying in the air and the villains determined to fight back started fighting.
The swords were waved with the cry of death, and the backbone of the Blood Hand Gang fell into the final madness.
But Ron was incredibly flexible.
Although the bamboo dragonfly looks like a propeller, it spins like a propeller, and it flies like a propeller.
But in fact it is an anti-gravity flying device, and the anti-gravity field generated can wrap the human body.
Use thoughts to perform 360-degree displacement without dead ends.
Even sudden braking can be done without any surprise.
Used in combat, it is a means of dimensionality reduction and strike!
