The snow in the sky is getting bigger and bigger, it seems that even the gods can't bear to see the tragic situation in the world, and want to cover up all the sorrows with white snow.
Sitting in the snow, Shen Ming breathed out Baishuang, opened the chamber of the blood sickle, poured the hot bullet casings on the snow, and sank immediately.
Although the temperature has dropped to minus 5 degrees, Shen Ming doesn't feel cold at all, not only because the several wooden houses behind him are burning with flames, but also because Shen Ming has been running, shooting, and Fighting, laughing wildly. Although the descendants of the Sakurako ninjas who live here never go out to perform missions, their combat effectiveness is comparable to that of a median killer even for children in their 10s.
But in front of Shen Ming, they are no different from ordinary children. Thanks to Paradise Lost for his training, Shen Ming adjusted his physical condition to the best condition. Even when he was drifting at sea, he never stopped exercising, fighting white sharks to practice his reaction, deep diving to practice lung capacity, and swimming with a cable tugboat. Physical fitness, every sashimi, never lacking in nutritional supplements.
Today's Shen Ming, even if he puts Ni Lin aside, he has already recovered the peak state of the Nirvana period. The gun is accurate and the fist is ruthless. In front of the descendants of ninjas who lack heavy weapons, he is a big boss who will never fall.
Whether it's bow shooting or melee crazy A, most of them are missed by him. Not to mention, his counterattack, whether it's burst shooting or boxing, is an instant enemy.
His right fist was as powerful as an M500 12.7 mm bullet, even a melee tank with muscle bumps on its face was blown away in front of him. The 40-minute tug of war turned into a big boss leveling and jungler.
"Almost, it's time to start." Closing the loaded gun, Shen Ming supported the red-stained snow beside him and stood up again. Many villagers who were still crawling and fleeing beside him were twitched in fright, but Shen Ming Ming has long lost interest in these enemies who have lost their fighting power. Facing the wind and snow, he walked towards the huge Japanese-style castle in the middle of the village with a gun in his hand.
In the castle, the chess game between the chairman Hattori Musashi and the general staff Ito Tomie is still in progress. The noise outside the window is deaf, and the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air is also ignored. The extraordinary concentration is wisdom and perfect control of the game.
"That kid can really make a fuss... It seems that Yingluo's headquarters is going to be overhauled." Fu Jiang said with a chuckle.
"It doesn't matter. Those outsiders are used to a comfortable life, and have already relaxed their sense of crisis about life and death. It is time for someone to let them understand how small they are. Sakura can survive until today because of maintaining a sense of crisis." Musashi said Calm down.
"But having said that, that boy's right hand should be useless, but now it has become more powerful. It must be something my good friend did to him, I really want to know..." Ito Tomie couldn't hold back his heart excitement.
"Don't worry, I'll know soon." Musashi chuckled lightly, and killed!
When Shen Ming walked to the gate of the castle, a dark muscular man with a height of 2 meters stood barefoot at the gate. The ring scar on the top of his head is clearly visible, and the Buddha seal on his chest clearly shows that he is also a cultivator, but the killing intent exuding from his whole body is like a butcher. He is really a contradictory individual.
"Let me guess, are you a high-ranking killer?" Shen Ming looked up and down at the iron tower man in front of him. This guy is not naked, only a white cloth crotch is tied around his crotch, and his whole body doesn't have any sense of metal.
"I am the high-ranking killer 'Blue-breasted Buddhist Monk' (there is such a bird), and also Yingluo's number one gatekeeper. The demons and ghosts retreat quickly!" The Buddhist monk roared angrily.
"I heard that all of your high-ranking killers have mechanical prosthetic bodies?" Shen Ming said without a deep lock, "Look at your naked body... Could it be that your mechanical prosthetic body is in the crotch... That old rascal Ito Tomie is so disgusting! "
"Stop talking nonsense!" When the Buddhist monk shouted, four black iron arms turned from behind his broad back, instantly turning this mortal into a six-armed monster. In front of Shura', you have no choice but to catch him with nothing."
"Hehe, how do you look at it, the two of us are more like monsters, right? By the way, with so many hands, will you struggle when masturbating?" Shen Ming smiled and drew out the saber behind him. Buddhist monks, in his opinion... enough.
"Should die!" The Buddhist monk rushed forward.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" Shen Ming raised his hand to shoot 5 consecutive shots, 4 bullets were caught by the iron hand behind him, and the last bullet was also dodged. This big man looks bulky, but his movements are extremely flexible.
In the blink of an eye, Shen Ming was already in front of him, and the fist he waved in front of him was really fucking like Tianma Meteor Fist. As the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat with four hands, not to mention that the guy in front of him has six hands, Shen Ming didn't take it hard, and slid back to avoid it.
When the saber in his hand flew up to block the fist, he launched a counterattack incidentally. He was flexible and did not feel exhausted after fighting for 40 minutes.
Asura, a Buddhist monk, every shot is as powerful as a cannonball. The stone bricks on the ground burst and ejected when hit, and the trunk that was hit broke into two sections. rubble.
But no matter how fast he swung, Shen Ming dodged all of them, and a peacock would be amazed at his progress with his monstrous movement.
Back and forth, the two fought for 10 minutes, and the exhausted two stopped at a distance of 2 meters, panting non-stop.
"Sure enough, it's a monster, no matter how hard you hit it..." Although the monk's speed is fast, he is not at the same level as the peacock. Although he is also a high-ranking killer, he stays in the headquarters all year round and acts as a door god. There is still a difference between a wolf and a watchdog. .
"Do you know why?" Shen Ming chuckled lightly, "Having more hands does not necessarily mean being stronger. Humans evolved to only have two hands, because the range of movement and attack methods of the two hands are the most varied. With the help of complete muscle groups, A powerful impact can be obtained in an instant.
And your Asuras are fully equipped on the back of the source of human power, which not only limits their killing radius to the frontal enemy, but also destroys the strength of your own arms.
Don't look at those real hands that are full of muscle bumps, but there is no sense of pressure. It's okay to masturbate, fight? Too weak chicken.
I suggest you find the general staff and put all those arms on your chest. The effect will be completely different. Although it looks ugly like this, it is quite powerful. "
"Really? Do you want to try the full strength of the poor monk Asura?"
"Try it." Shen Ming didn't know when he became so easy to talk, put the general knife and blood scythe behind his waist, and stood calmly in the snow, shaking his right arm and twisting his neck.
"Shen Ming, let this king come..." Ni Lin asked.
"I've been with me for so long, and I haven't shown you my 'Protagonist Halo' yet. Your right arm has been strengthened. I want to try to see if my best stunt has been strengthened?" It's a game, stand sideways.
"You're looking for death!" The Buddhist monk grinned grinningly, and there was no longer any Buddha statue. The four Asura arms on his back suddenly deformed and grew half the length of the arms, which still completely passed his huge body, and he had no reservations about the front. launched an attack, "Let you try my Asura's Punishment!"
The four black iron arms sprayed billowing steam, and the internal mechanical components were overloaded. Suddenly, the four fists merged and blasted forward. The heavy fist force could even force the armored vehicle to stop.
I saw Shen Ming suddenly raised his right hand, and forcefully received 4 punches with one palm. The impact force of Kuangba was instilled into his arm, biting every tendon of him like tens of thousands of mad dogs, but when After they opened their mouths, they realized that every tendon, every muscle, every blood vessel in Shen Ming's right arm was stronger than a titanium alloy cable, and in Shen Ming's body, the power was like a big river like a chasm, The channeled energy was transmitted out of the body from the back-stepped legs.
"Zero Body Change!" Shen Ming's smile was like that of a demon god, and within ten meters behind him, the stone brick ground was shattered into slag by the pouring impact force, and all the white snow attached to it bounced into the air, like an explosion. snowstorm.
"Why, it's possible?!" The astonishment on the Buddhist monk's face was as dazed as a top student seeing a 59-point test paper.
"Why, maybe?" Also stunned, there was the Ni Lin in Shen Ming's arm. Although it had discovered that he was a micro-evolved human being when it parasitized Shen Ming's arm, this infinitely exhausting physique could no longer be used by common sense. Going to explain, Ni Lin was also stunned by this unique body.
What Ni Lin didn't know was that the strength and efficiency of the right arm strengthened by it were three times higher than before. Today's Shen Ming believes that there is no longer any uncontrollable firearm in his right arm. Even if he holds a 155mm ship-mounted gun, it should be transformed into a recoilless base, right
"Your full strength, I've tried it all, but that's it, it's only suitable for peacocks to carry shoes." Shen Ming sighed and took out the blood sickle behind him, and shot the Buddhist monk in the stomach, and the heart-piercing pain was gone. He was able to react from the astonishment of being picked up with all his strength, and Shen Ming had already bypassed him and walked towards the door with no door god.
"Shen Ming, that bald donkey is right, you are really a monster." Ni Lin sighed sincerely.
"I'm not an evildoer. Those you see later are evildoers. They make a living by killing people, ignore the begging of mortals, and wantonly trample on other people's souls. That kind of humanoid evildoers should go back to hell." Shen Mingchang After the bombing was over, Kurome was already standing in front of the 5-meter-high city gate.
Heimu grunted his neck and vomited a large puddle of formic acid towards the gate. No matter what material the gate was made of, or how strong the locks behind it were, they were all burned through and corroded, exposing a hideous big hole.
"Xiao Yi, Wan'er... finally came here." Shen Ming walked through the big hole and stepped onto the square in front of the castle. Not surprisingly, four women dressed in red, white, black, and purple ninjas were approaching. Waiting for his arrival.
"Shen Ming, this is the only way you can go." Standing on the glazed tiles on the third floor of the castle, Xiao Hong concluded her statement.
"That's not necessarily true." Shen Ming raised his hand and fired a shot. The distance was 60 meters, which was within the effective range.
However, Xiaohong didn't make any evasive actions. Instead, Xiaohei jumped up high, and the clothes on his right arm burst open, revealing a huge black round shield, which lightly received the 12.7mm caliber bullet.
"He's mine." Xiaobai tore off the camouflage skin on his legs, exposing two long metal legs, and the lower legs turned out to be two sickle-shaped blades.
"You said what's yours is yours? First come, first served!" Xiao Zi smiled charmingly, and tore off her top to reveal a pair of alloy iron ball chests.
"Your Chief Staff... What a fucking joke..."