Chapter 3691: Dorset Happy Valley

Although Gwen is immature as a mercenary in all respects, for example, she is too thin-skinned and embarrassed to ask for compensation, and she does not have the extreme social bullying disorder.

But at least she won't leave her weapon in the taxi.

So soon, everyone had an assault rifle, and Death Knell drew a line on Seth's flesh and blood with his toes, indicating that this is the standard distance of 100 meters.

"Da da da da..."

Gwen was the first to fire, and the silencer-equipped rifle made a not-so-beautiful music. Since she is a thorough student girl, naturally don't expect her to have any professional marksmanship. The battle also relies on strafing. 'Sprinkler'.

But here's the fun of playing balloons. Pulling the trigger yourself and seeing the balloons burst in the distance can give people a strange satisfaction.

It doesn't matter if the marksmanship is not allowed, anyway, it's over if you're happy.

Gwen served four magazines in a row, and it was only after one hundred balloons were shot that the 100-meter hit rate was only about 70%, which was half a pound with Wade's African marksmanship. .

"If Deathstalker was here, I doubt he could pop all the balloons with two shots." Harley waited for Strangler to reattach the target, and loaded the weapon a little rusty: "I used to be in Suicide Squad, see you Through the refraction and collision of two bullets, he killed five people who were hiding behind cover."

"I don't have to talk about the technique of dead shooting. Firearms are things that make him understand, but his upper limit of strength is just that."

He stretched out his hand to help the woman open the weapon safety and adjusted it to the bursting crotch. Su Ming can also do this, and he only uses one bullet, not even a gun, as long as he uses the force to control the flight of the sharp bullet:

"Jelly Bean, recall, among the powerful villains with names and surnames, who was killed by bullets? If you really need to kill gods, you have to look at cold weapons."

"Hee hee, I told Deadshot earlier that all he needed was a good gun, and maybe some special bullets."

Harley, who pouted and blew a kiss, picked up the assault rifle and started to fire. Unexpectedly, her marksmanship was much better than that of Gwen's, and even her breath was not affected:

"But Die Shot is very obsessed with money. It is impossible to use special bullets. The money he made in the past is saved for his daughter to use in the future. If he is hungry when he is on a mission, he is reluctant to buy a hot dog. Don't talk about bringing your teammates to dinner."

After finishing speaking, Harley turned her head and made a disgusting face at Su Ming while firing, indicating that men are stingy because of that, and they are not very popular with girls.

"He is a hired killer, and maybe one day he will be hired to kill your former teammates, so it is a professional approach that he does not have a personal emotional connection with you." Su Ming nodded, and did not say anything to others. The consumption concept of the person makes irresponsible remarks, but affirms some of the ideas of the person.

Harry put down his rifle, stood on tiptoe, craned his neck to see the result of his target, and said with a smile without looking back:

"If he can't shoot his acquaintance with a smile on his face, it can only show that he is not suitable for that line of work. Psychologically speaking, he is afraid of the existence of some small possibility, which can be said to be caused by anxiety disorders. Some kind of display of wisdom. Because no one with brains would hire an honest man like Deadshot to kill his own relatives and friends."

"That's right, come on, Wanda, do you also try to play balloons?" Deathstroke handed the witch a few magazines to the side, motioning her to try it too. This is cleaner than pinching bubbles.

The witch, who had been closing her eyes, opened her eyes, because on the battlefield of spiritual confrontation, the weather was calm at this time, and Sithone seemed to have retreated.

So she also wanted to adjust her mood a little, so she joined the fun team.

Just as several people were playing balloons in turn, Polaris, who went to pick up liver fragments, came back. The girl stepped on a huge suspended metal plate, and a squirrel girl hung under the metal plate. The little fat girl shouted with a smile on her face:

"Here comes the liver!"

"Exactly, the fried snake liver will be eaten when we go back. Let's cut a little and grill it first." Death Knell put down the gun, but still let the strangling maintain the speed of extracting the alveoli of Seth. After eating the grilled liver, I will give this snake god. Hit the road.

The Godslayer changed from a club shape to a blade, and with a wave of his hand, he chopped off a large piece of liver, then used the force to cut them into appropriately sized pieces, and took out a large bundle of spider totems to use as barbecue sticks. use.

Take the firewood out of the **** pack, find a flat, dry place, light the fire, set up the grill, and salt the liver with your elbow to infuse your soul.

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How should I say, Seth's liver is quite moist.

Although there is some fishy smell, isn't it all game barbecue.

During the meal, the snake **** had been trying to trick Death Knell out, but the latter seemed to have not heard, no matter what Seth said, he completely ignored it.

Halfway through the grilled liver, Diana came back with a mountain of snake gallbladder, and Wade, who had gone to Seth’s mouth, also wiped his mouth, and the two also joined the picnic team.

"We've been playing in his stomach for so long, it seems Seth still has no plans to go to Sishorn, tsk." Death Knell was a little disappointed, and gave his cousin a skewer and let him hide and eat it himself, Anyway, don't show your face in front of everyone: "Sure enough, he was afraid that Sithone would fall into trouble, but unfortunately the plan I prepared didn't work."

The bonfire was burning vigorously, and a few pieces of snake liver became slightly curled in the licking of the flames, and the air was filled with a strange fragrance.

"Did he use the snake **** as a vehicle to find people? Unfortunately, he didn't go to Sithone to save his life in fear. It seems that he is more afraid of the big ghost than you." The chili noodles on the side of the mouth, chewing the internal organs in the mouth: "So we still have to kill the zombie first."

"Well, dismember it from the inside, this time, I will take its heart too~www.NovelMTL.com~ Death Knell put away his smile and became serious, since the previous tactics did not let Seth be fooled, Go to Sithone for medical treatment, then his value is not much.

First take off his heart, then destroy his brain, after killing him like this, then go get some pork, mix it with Seth's lean meat, chop it into fat and thin, and bury it at the foot of the world tree. go.

The growth rate of Uktrahir is too slow. I hope to send some ancient gods as fertilizer to speed up the progress.

After eating this barbecued snack, the group set off again, from where the lungs were, and continued to move toward the seven-inch position to find the snake's heart.

But at this moment, the direction behind everyone was suddenly attacked. It turned out that Set devoured a first-generation demon. As a result, the guy ran out of the damaged stomach. After discovering a few humans, he followed and launched an attack. .

"Do big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimp?" The lightsaber in Death Knell's hand flashed, and the golden light illuminated the dark environment. Looking at the other side's outline like a red-eyed wild dog, he slowly shook his head: "But you treat humans as Shrimp is so wrong, go to hell."

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