Sitting atop the towers of Disney's Central Castle, Peacock showers himself with cool. Looking at his watch, it was only 10 minutes before the last time he gave Shen Ming.
In fact, he wasn't worried about Shen Ming being late, but instead, he was worried about how he would walk in front of him alive. Although Peacock really wanted to break his neck with his own hands, but since the rules of the game have been set and revenge has been raised to the level of electing a new president, he can no longer be so pretentious and kill Shen Ming. It is a good way to soak it in formalin and treat it specially. It should be no problem to play for 7 or 8 years, right
At this time, in the rainy night of Disneyland, there were no tourists wearing Mickey hats on their heads. Instead, the minions with live ammunition were standing in various positions to take charge of vigilance. The rain caused bursts of blue smoke to evaporate from the various lighting lamps, like a fairyland on earth.
The strange thing is that apart from these minions, none of the real killers can be found, as if they have disappeared. At this time, in the New Orleans Plaza area west of Disneyland, two guards armed with MP5 submachine guns were patrolling in the direction of the haunted house along the strangely shaped street lights.
Suddenly, there was the sound of a tree branch breaking behind the trash can on the roadside. These two were like conditioned reflex machines, and immediately aimed their guns at the trash can. One was in charge of breaking the back, and the other slowly stepped forward to check.
When the inspector was only half a meter away from the trash can, a giant ant the size of a palm climbed up from under the bucket. Before the inspector could shout, the ant flew up like a grasshopper and grabbed it with a pliers-shaped mouth. Grabbing the back of the inspector's neck, he pulled it down, threw it over his shoulder, and knocked him to the ground before passing out.
While the other one was about to shoot at the same time as Heimu launched the attack, a black shadow jumped from the branches above his head and hit his temple with a horizontal elbow. The guard also passed out.
After the battle at the bar, Shen Ming has already learned how to deal with these painless monsters. Maybe you can't stop their attacks by cutting off their legs and feet, but as long as the brain is disconnected due to a strong impact, their actions can still be stopped.
Shen Ming took care of the two guards in less than half a second, threw them directly into the trash can like a treasure chest, and rushed towards the haunted house with Heimu on his shoulders.
At this time, in a dark control room, facing hundreds of surveillance cameras, Tomie Ito chuckled and said, "Pay attention, two guards in the New Orleans Plaza area have signaled to terminate the operation. Our guests should I’m here, let’s think about it, the regional person in charge is Kunpeng, right? I’m so lucky, we’re starting work!”
Shen Ming quickly rushed into the haunted house named "Ghost Building" and started his sneak search. This is a 3-story European-style classical manor building, and the room is full of cobwebs and old furniture.
It is rumored that Disney's fanatical fans even scattered the ashes of their dead relatives in this haunted house, adding to its spiritual atmosphere. What's even more frightening is that some of the skeleton decorations here are made of genuine human bones, which originated from donations from the medical school. The reason is that the early artificial bone models could not achieve realistic effects at all.
Shen Ming walked inward with the intervener. Although he had tried his best to relax his posture, the loose floor still made creaking noises, and the ghost claws protruding from the cracked wall from time to time were enough to scare normal people. If you are brave, it is even more terrifying to enter alone.
But Shen Ming dismissed these tricks at all, not even interested in aiming at them, and went straight through the lobby to search upwards.
After unscrewing a door at the end of the corridor, Shen Ming finally saw a suspected living person. He was wearing a Japanese cassock, with a planer in his hand, facing the door with his back facing the door and planing a palm-width wooden board.
"Unexpectedly, the benefactor came to the poor monk at the first stop. It seems that the benefactor and the poor monk are destined. The poor monk has already made a tombstone for him. I wonder what epitaph the benefactor wants to engrave?" Kunpeng asked without turning his head.
"Keep you paralyzed!" Shen Ming raised his hand and fired a 10mm bullet, but at a distance of 5 meters, even the step of aiming was omitted. But Kunpeng turned his head and waved his hand, flicking the bullet away like an annoying fly.
The mechanical prosthesis is a hand. When Shen Ming pulled the bolt and was about to prepare the rifle, Kunpeng didn't let go of his hand and flicked his palm in Shen Ming's direction. In the palm was a 120mm cannon muzzle.
"Amitabha." The hidden meaning of Kunpeng's sentence should be, "Go to your paralysis!"
Dazzling flames shot out from the black hole, and a circular cannonball was fired, blowing up the place where Shen Ming was standing just now into ruins. Shen Ming had flashed fast enough, but he was still thrown 3 meters away by the blast. The power of the explosion was at least equivalent to that of a tank's main gun.
"Old bald donkey! Equipped with 120mm artillery, do you really think you are a tank?" Shen Ming ran away, the gap in firepower was too great, and frontal combat was useless.
"Amitabha, do you think how powerful the benefactor will be if he kills my disciple, the Buddhist monk? I think he is just a shy rat." Kunpeng stood up with a sigh, and tore off a bulging Buddha bead chain from his chest. He raised his right arm, opened the magazine, stuffed the Buddhist beads into it, and fired another shot at the wall.
With a loud bang, Shen Ming was blown away from the corridor on the second floor by the explosion blast passing through the wall, and hung upside down on the crystal chandelier in the living room.
"Do you think you're the only one who knows how to play explosions?" Shen Ming casually tore off the two fragmentation grenades on his shoulders, and threw them in a straight line along the hole in the wall where the flames were still tumbling.
"Boom!" The loud explosion even blasted a hole in the side of the ghost building, and flames sprayed out from it.
The big movement when Kunpeng was superseded was well-known among Yingluo's high-ranking assassins, so assassination missions were generally not performed. But in terms of lethality, Kunpeng is definitely an out-and-out monster among high-ranking killers.
This guy devoted himself to repairing, to kill and enlighten, and he also took in an apprentice Buddhist monk, the four-armed door god who was guarding the gate at Yingluo headquarters, but it was demolished by Shen Ming, and later unfortunately died during the second transformation of Ito Tomie , naturally put this hatred on Shen Ming.
Obviously, Peacock was not the only one who came to take revenge today, Kunpeng also wanted to send Shen Ming to hell with selfish intentions.
"Is this the only thing that the benefactor has? The poor monk came here with the heart of dying together. The benefactor has disappointed the poor monk." Stepping on the still burning debris, Kunpeng stepped out of the hole that was blasted.
In Shen Ming's upside-down perspective, the bald-headed brawny man in front of him not only has a cannon in his right hand, but his right arm is split into two giant shields, his defense power is MAX, and the explosive power of the fragment grenade doesn't even hurt a single hair of him. , wait, he seems to have no hair →_→ "Amitabha!" Kunpeng raised his hand and fired another cannon, directly breaking the crystal chandelier into scattered diamond-like fragments, and smashed it into the middle of the hall on the first floor, throwing up a large dust.
But at this moment, outside the ghost building, four high-ranking killers are waiting outside one by one. They are Kunpeng's hunting assistants.
In order to become the president, the 12 high-ranking elites must personally kill Shen Ming, which is also one of the rules of the game.
However, many other high-ranking elites planned to let the younger brother beat Shen Ming to half-death before taking the head. No one was as sincere as Kunpeng, who really did it himself.
While talking, the tall and burly Kunpeng jumped directly from the corridor on the second floor into the living room. The dust that filled the air had not yet dissipated, and it was getting worse, no! That's not dust, it's tear gas!
In the dense fog with a visibility of less than 1 meter, Shen Ming appeared behind Kunpeng wearing goggles and biting a small respirator in his mouth.
Generally, a short-handled shotgun is shot against the waist. The strange thing is that Kunpeng's body moved half a meter sideways in front of Shen Ming's muzzle, and the iron arm waving backwards was scattered by Shen Ming. The shotgun stopped hard.
But the reinforced gun body was smashed to pieces by Kunpeng's iron fist right in front of Shen Ming, and his body flew backward like a nail pulled out by a hammer, and hit the old wall heavily.
"Does the benefactor think that the poor monk is only good at long-distance attacks? It is too small to look down on the poor monk. After all, before the general staff officer joined Yingluo, the poor monk was already an 'armless monk' among the top killers." Kunpeng turned away with a smile. Come on, step hard at once, the distance of 3 meters disappears in an instant, the waving iron fist hits Shen Ming's head embedded in the wall, the wall is punched through, but Shen Ming dodges the head sideways With a fatal blow, only a trace of blood flowed down the corner of his eyebrows.
"The bald Drifting Monk? Are you sure those friends didn't scold you?" Shen Ming stepped forward on the wall and leaped forward like a monkey, with a three-dimensional strangulation that stuck tightly to Kunpeng's back and strangled his neck .
Under Shen Ming's arm strength, an ordinary person would faint due to cerebral ischemia in at most 5 seconds, and a master could only persist for 10 seconds at most. But the muscles on the neck of the bald donkey in front of him were as hard as steel, and they were holding Shen Ming's arm to protect the carotid artery. This monster could actually control the muscles!
"If you want to kill the poor monk, your melee skills are really not up to par, why don't you try Nilin?" Kunpeng reminded with a smile.
"Try your sister, do you have a sister?" Shen Ming continued to exert force.
"Full of foul language, let the poor monk send the benefactor to Abi Hell!" Kunpeng suddenly jumped back, his whole body tensed like a thousand gold boulders. It was too late for Shen Ming to let go, but Kunpeng's folded palms trapped his arms in the chest.
With a heavy fall, Shen Ming turned into a human cushion, and was crushed by Kunpeng through the first floor and fell directly into the basement of this haunted house, a terrifying place full of bones.
"Amitabha..." Kunpeng stood up, bowed to Shen Ming who was spitting blood, and almost recited the mantra of passing away.
"Bald donkey... your father and I are not dead yet! Praise your sister!" Shen Ming supported his body and stood up again.