Chapter 2268: Handling method

Speaking of it, just killing ‘two people’ can turn into a sea of ​​corpses and blood. This is also a brand new version that Su Ming has never played.

Within three minutes, he and Halle killed the Angel duo nearly two hundred times. Those identical corpses were piled up in circular hills on all sides. The blood moistened the deserted ground here and followed the broken asphalt. The road seeps into the dry soil below.

Although they are weak and explosive, they are indeed qualified as God's weapons. The infinite "release-running corpse" alone has great potential.

Su Ming even thinks that he has become a BOSS in some game. These two players want to brush themselves by pile of heads?

It's a pity that the times have changed. If they had this set a thousand years ago, they would undoubtedly be useful, but now humans have guns.

"Snapped!"

There was another gunshot, and the two angels who had just climbed up the pile of foreheads scorched blood and rolled down the hillside gruntly, but then another pair of them jumped out of the bushes behind the death knell and rushed over again.

The cloak behind the death knell opened like wings, and the black and yellow armor slowly lifted into the air. After the mercenaries calmly killed them again, they looked at the duo running out from behind the dead tree and shouted:

"Aren't you dead enough? How about thinking about a deal?"

"No, we are going to exhaust you." The fat man shouted loudly, his expressionless face like a running corpse: "Heaven is not under any coercion, and will not negotiate terms with mortals."

"Yes, even if you are tired, it will bother you." The thin man beside him added, and charged side by side with his good brother again: "Give up, mortal, my lord will forgive your soul."

Death Knell sighed and pulled the trigger with both hands. The two over there fell again, but two new bodies jumped out of the empty pool behind the ruins of the house.

Strangling emerged to help him put on the magazine, and the eyes of the small bean sprouts turned into dead fish.

"Huh?"

What it means is that the angels all saw the host flying out of thin air, saw their emergence as a symbiote, saw the talking orangutan, and the infinite bullet weapon that was not scientific at all...

Do they still think they are dealing with mortals? The angels in this place are too stupid, right?

"People are right, I'm really just an ordinary person." Su Ming brought down the angels again, put away his weapons, and then activated the yellow light ring to summon the manifestations of fear and let them play with the two: "That's it. It’s just a little better than the others."

The low-level angels are almost at the level of the righteous police in the neighborhood. This level is like cannon fodder in a really big event. How can you fight the holder of the ring?

Although it is another multi-system here, it is still DC, and the power of the emotional spectrum is not compromised at all.

Then he took off the cloak behind him and asked it to fish out Popo and Hallie from the ‘corpse pile crater’. Since the other party didn’t want to talk about it yet, what about air superiority?

In a way, angel wings are actually similar to chicken wings. They can be used without them, but they cannot be without.

The arrival of heaven teleportation is very useful, yes, it is indeed faster than flying, but it is stupid to give up the ability to fly, just like because of the high-speed rail in the city, some of them never ride bicycles anymore. .

You see, chicken wings are usually useless, but after a few other steps, they taste delicious.

"We're just consuming like this? There's a lot of noise here. Maybe the police will come soon. Let me say yes. I won't kill innocent people."

As long as there is a gun and enough ammunition, let alone a death knell, even Bobo feels that he can spend a whole day with them. He and Hallie are supported by a flying carpet floating beside Su Ming, sitting cross-legged, using Put your head on your arm to show that you are a good orangutan.

"Oh, you said that, don't worry, there are a hundred households in this town, and there is only one sheriff. It's off work now." Su Ming held the yellow light ring indifferently, looking at the strange things underneath like a nightmare. Bio-slaughter angel: "The police are dispatched quickly, and it is Chief Gordon who can stay awake, and there is no such kind of police here, there is only a gangster for life."

The total number of US police is one million, and after deducting various civilian personnel, there are still more than 600,000. The total population is more than 300 million, which means that every 100 citizens can only be assigned to 0.2 police.

This is still an even distribution. In fact, most of the police force is concentrated in large cities like New York or Los Angeles. In general, large towns often consist of a police chief with one or two police officers, which is also a bit remote. The locality simply does not even have a sheriff, relying on the local chief executive or militia to maintain social order.

Seeing the two angels below try their best to take off, stretch out their hands in vain like small animals trying to pick fruit from the tree, and even avoid the attack of the yellow light fixture at the same time, Bobo even thought they were a little pitiful.

The orangutan is very fond of tofu. He said: "It's almost enough. You have killed them hundreds of times. Let's talk about business and go to dinner."

Su Ming sighed and said that it is really meaningless to play a game like landing on the beach for a long time: "Okay, today I will teach you how to deal with immortal people, that is, it is easy to make them live better than die. Can break through their psychological defense."

"Yeah, I know." Bobo yawned, and he has been busy since he came out of the bar. He felt a little tired: "No matter what method you use, I just want to find a quiet place to have a drink and take a mouthful. smoke."

Under the night, the death knell floating in the air raised a hand, and the colorful rays of light gathered in his palm, gradually becoming a rolling sphere.

He tossed the cosmic energy ball in his hand~www.NovelMTL.com~ as if weighing the weight, and then said: "I said before that the small town of Anville is a very interesting place. It is buried underground and can be solved. The solution to the current problem."

"You mean, the biogas digester?" Hallie's expression turned a little disgusted.

This is indeed the case. The town of Anville was once prosperous because of the road transportation industry, but the construction of national highways made it rapidly decline. Many residents have returned to the original means of earning a living, that is, the breeding industry.

The land is vast and sparsely populated. These Gobi deserts were rich pastures a long time ago, but now indoor captivity is the mainstream because there are more profit-making things.

This is dung.

When grazing in the past, those things were naturally dried in broad daylight, but as long as they were collected, they could create value.

A big landlord in the town did just that. He has several farms under his name, raising thousands of cows, and employing many people to take care of it.

And these cow dung and human dung from the town were sent underground through the pipes of the farm, where he built a huge sealed biogas digester the size of a town, and then sold the biogas to the residents as fuel for profit.

It sounds like a good thing for environmental protection, but he built a biogas digester 40 years ago, and it has never been cleaned, never, just can't get in.

Over the years, countless feces have accumulated underground, forming an underground high-pressure methane gas layer and a huge underground dung sea with an area larger than the entire town.

"I suggest you cover your nose, the next scene may be... very exciting."

The black and yellow mask of the death knell rose, and he threw the ball of light in his hand toward the ruins of the fast food restaurant.

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