MTL - Becoming An Ancient God From Blood Therapy-Chapter 33 Flying knives are not so useful!

Remember for a second【】

In the dark night, a black figure moved forward rapidly.

Arkham was not quiet tonight. The gang members of the Rhodes Chamber of Commerce did not want to swallow the bitter fruit of the day. Now they are ready to retaliate with blood and fire.

They not only planned to burn down the mayor's house, but also the city government and the arsenal behind it.

They want the idiot mayor to know who rules the entire center.

Quincy quietly approached the house of Los, among the crowd, who was a killer who fled to Arkham because he was wanted, then joined the Hand of Chaos by chance, and witnessed the true power of this world.

The great Pope said that he possessed great physical qualities and possessed great gifts far beyond normal human beings, and then after a series of hard practice and sacrifices, he finally became the superhuman he dreamed of.

He now has super strength and speed, as well as a beast-like perception and a pair of eyes that can see everything in the dark.

Using the Pope's rating system, he now has a level of 25, and one person can easily destroy a hundred-person special forces.

Quincy is different from Heim. Quincy's spirit is a normal person. He is a killer. He will use a variety of assassination and fighting methods. Unlike the crazy Heim, he only knows how to rush forward without a brain.

"That idiot Heim, even if he's dead, his existence is simply smearing our killer industry." Quincy thought to himself in the dark, and took out grenades and firearms.

Although he has super strength, he still likes to use hot weapons such as guns and grenades, because these weapons have a good effect when testing.

Hundreds of gang members carrying gasoline barrels and firearms gathered on Peabody Street. Immediately, everyone on the street left very wisely and closed the doors and windows of their homes.

In front of Ross's house, most of the lights have now been turned off, and only the light in the study is left on.

As a result, Quincy opened the bracelet, and the arm full of enormous strength directly smashed the grenade in his hand and smashed it into the window.

The shattering of the window did not seem to alarm the person inside, and soon, strange things happened.

The grenade thrown in and smashed, actually... did not explode?

Throwing the grenade into the study was like throwing a pebble into the lake, except for a sound, there was nothing left.

"Sure enough." Quincy was not surprised by this situation.

If the opponent can kill Heim, it means that there are also superhumans of about 20th level on the other side.

Coping with a grenade is not a problem.

"The soldiers are divided into three groups, leaving twenty people to burn here, and the rest, led by Paul, go to burn down the city hall, and at the same time go to arrest the Darryl family for me." Quincy ordered.

"clear!"

Immediately, Paul left with seventy or eighty gang members.

Quincy gave an order directly to his men to throw the gasoline cans into Los's yard.

He took out another grenade himself, ready to ignite.

He is used to testing the depth of the other party and then acting, which is what his experience as a killer tells him.

Under his gaze, more than a dozen gang members walked over with gasoline cans, and when they approached the courtyard wall of Los, their bodies suddenly stiffened.

Then, as if bitten by a poisonous snake, these people threw down the gasoline can and ran over in a panic.

"What happened!?" Quincy asked in a low voice.

At this time, the dozen or so gang members were pale and frightened, and covered their ears with their hands and said, "That voice...that evil whisper...no...no! Don't let me hear it!"

Then they suddenly opened their mouths, and their expressions were distorted. They ran frantically along the road, ran to the north side, and gradually disappeared into the night.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the remaining few people showed panic.

This scene just now... is really too scary, too weird.

Quincy snorted coldly: "Fake it."

Saying that, he threw the grenade out again, this time in Los's courtyard.

But just when he raised his hand, he suddenly felt a trance.

When he came back to his senses, he found that the grenade in his hand was gone!

"What!?" Quincy's eyes suddenly tightened, and her body instantly tensed like a cat that was frightened. She jumped in place and jumped out four meters.

"Who!?" He instantly pulled out the dagger from his waist.

In the dark night, in the position where he just stood, there was a handsome young man who looked a little decadent and melancholy.

"Hello, Mr. Killer." The young man showed a warm smile.

Although the smile was full of hospitality and joy, Quincy always felt a chill when he saw the corners of his grinning mouth.

"Los Arkham!?" Since Quincy was here to work, he naturally knew what the target looked like.

Ross smiled and nodded: "Since Mr. Killer is here, why don't you go in and sit, chat, or have a cup of tea?"

Hearing this, Quincy asked in a low voice, "What do you think of a killer!?"

Ross raised his chin slightly and looked at the night sky, seemingly lost in thought.

"good chance!"

Quincy seized the opportunity at this moment, waved his arm suddenly, and threw the sharp flying to the instant six or seven in a row.

Pensive Ross,

^0^ One second to remember【】

With a wave of his hand, he knocked down all these daggers, then slowly raised his head and said, "Mr. Assassin, it is very impolite to interrupt other people's thinking casually."

Hearing the tinkling sound of the dagger hitting the ground, Quincy suddenly felt a shudder. He had never missed a throwing knife attack, such a sudden attack, even Heim couldn't dodge all of it.

What's more, this guy knocked out all the flying knives at will, which is completely different.

At this time, Ross seemed to figure it out, and said to Quincy, "A good hand to give people a head?"

"Then see if you have the ability!" Quincy already felt that ~www.novelbuddy.com~ this guy's power is definitely above himself, but now is not the time to show weakness.

Ross bent over to pick up the flying knife on the ground, and said a lot: "The technique of shooting the flying knife is good, but it's a pity that you lack a vampire bloodline and hit me Ledo."

"What vampire?" Quincy said, and took out a throwing knife directly here, just when he hurriedly raised his hand...

Whoosh!

With a wave of Loss, a cold light flashed past, directly piercing his head.

Quincy's eyes gradually widened at this time, which was full of wonder.

He didn't even see when Ross raised his hand, it seemed that it all happened in that instant.

Looking at his unwilling appearance, Ross said with a smile: "Dear Mr. Killer, the flying knife is not so useful!"

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