"It's so scary! What kind of weapon was that just now!"

Mr. Wang took a breath of air conditioning. He had been in the road for so many years and had been moving a lot, but he had never seen someone have such a terrifying weapon!

"I just saw that what he was holding seemed to be a pistol..."

Mr. Wang scolded: "A pistol will knock half of the person's body out of one shot!? Do you think I'm a **!"

While scolding him, Wang Sanye quickly pulled out the magazine to replace it. Although the Desert Eagle was powerful, the magazine was too small - but now its power was like a joke compared to the weapons in Xia Feng's hand.

Xia Feng hid under the table and felt relieved. With such a powerful weapon, even if he didn't have the ability to correct ballistics, he could knock them away with just one shot at them!

"Hu..." Xia Feng took a deep breath, then got up, turned his head, raised his hand, shot, and did it in one go!

"boom!!!"

The black light flashed and a hurricane swept up dust, and Mr. Wang's face was covered with his face, making him extremely nervous. When the wind stopped, the bodyguard in black who was still talking in front of Mr. Wang had just disappeared.

"Sizi..."

Xia Feng was under one leg and his whole body was arched there. He stomped the kitchen floor and a common black mark was dragged out in front of him. He felt that his soles of his feet had been worn out. He gasped violently, his arms were a little sore and swelling.

Xia Feng groaned and complained, "I can't stand it just because I fired two shots... You said that my body is already very strong..."

"Master, when you asked me to evaluate your strength, you took humans as a reference..." Mei Ya pouted aggrievedly and said, "But you are using the devil's weapon now... It's already amazing that you can fire two shots..."

Xia Feng gritted his teeth and there were two people left in the living room. Wang Sanye and the only bodyguard left. They were holding guns and staring at the hole in the wall on the kitchen with sweat. As soon as Xia Feng emerged, they would definitely be their gunshots.

However, is Xia Feng so stupid? Such a powerful gun doesn’t need to find a hole to shoot, and it can still penetrate it when facing the wall!

Xia Feng squatted there, turned around, pushed the gun at the gun, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger.

"boom!!!"

The sharp bullets were like the horns of a demon, swirling and flying out of the gun chamber. The fragile cement wall could not stop the bullets from the slightest time. The bullets penetrated through the walls like a destruction and flew towards the living room!

When the two people in the living room heard the sound of gunfire, they almost made dodging moves the next moment. However, what scared them was that the black light actually turned a corner in the air, turned a nearly forty-five degrees, and knocked the bodyguard into pieces in the middle!

Xia Feng was a little complacent and felt as if he had suddenly become a master of guns.

Xia Feng pushed out the magazine and took a look, fired five shots, one shot and one person. In addition, Zhang Congxing consumed when he shot at him before, and now there are still three bullets left in the magazine.

Pushing the magazine, Xia Feng stood up directly because he had heard the fearful voice of Mr. Wang.

"Wang Chonglin was swallowed by fear and became a demon slave."

However, Mr. Wang’s real name made Xia Feng stunned for a moment. Wang Chonglin? What a good name, it’s quite literary, why did you take this path?

Xia Feng limped away the gravel and walked into the living room again. Suddenly he smelled a scent of urine. After a closer look, Mr. Wang was so scared that he was sitting on the ground, with a wet crotch under his crotch.

A ** boss was actually scared by a young man and was incontinent!

In fact, if Xia Feng had not obtained the Demon Credit Card, even if he had such strength, he would not have made Mr. Wang lose his composure so much. However, because he was recognized by the Demon Credit Card, he would emit a fluctuation mixed with demonic power, interfering with the enemy's will, making the enemy's will more likely to collapse under his means.

"Mr. Wang San."

Xia Feng walked over and kicked him, couldn't help laughing, and said, "Who am I? You shouldn't need to introduce yourself anymore, right?"

"Xia, Xiafeng... 告, spare me... 告..."

At this moment, the powerful hero is like a poor puppy waving his tail to his owner, begging for mercy. People who are used to using force to solve problems will show their fragility after encountering more powerful force.

"Give you aside?" Xia Feng smiled: "Impossible."

The hideous soul hunter held back the forehead of Master Wang San, and Xia Feng said coldly: "You are wrong, that you shouldn't provoke me again and again... End, your life full of sin..."

"boom!!!"

Xia Feng pulled the trigger, and the next moment, he rushed to the ceiling by huge recoil. The huge crystal chandelier was knocked down by him. Xia Feng felt that if he had not strengthened the second time tonight, he might have played him to death with this gun alone!

A typical killing of one thousand enemies will hurt yourself by eight hundred!

"The D-level demon reward mission is completed and rewards one hundred soul power."

"Huh...it's finally over...capture."

“…Soul Power Capture 2, Demon Points Increase 48…”

"…Soul Power Capture 2, Passive Ability Inspiration, the number of captures is increased by 1, and the demon points are increased by 47 points..."

“…Soul Power Captures 15…”

Xia Feng breathed a sigh of relief and sat lazily on the sofa next to him, allowing the dense spots of light to surge towards him. As soon as he sat down, he felt as if his whole body was disintegrated, and there was pain everywhere - others did not hurt him. In addition to gunshot wounds, his body was made out by the Soul Hunter Type I in his hand.

Xia Feng dropped his gun, limped to the kitchen, took a sharp knife and scissors, and returned to the sofa, then frowned and put his feet on the table. His pants were now tightly stuck to his legs, and the blood was already a little dark.

Xia Feng used scissors to cut open his trouser legs, and then saw a terrifying gun hole on his leg. He couldn't help but grin and bared his teeth and said, "It's the first time in his life..."

Mei Ya looked at Xia Feng with a smile, waiting for his movements.

Xia Feng was so nervous that his forehead was sweating. Looking at the sharp knife with a cold light, he couldn't help feeling a little worried. Although he didn't feel that he was chopped up when fighting with others, he was the first time he took the knife to chop it on himself.

Xia Feng gritted his teeth, raised his knife and cut it hard on the wound. The scabbed wound once again cracked, and blood flowed out. A large amount of sweat suddenly appeared on Xia Feng's head. He trembled with his hands and cut a cross from the wound, and his skin was blooming...

"Master is so brave, come on!" Mei Ya cheered Xia Feng up, flew behind Xia Feng and hugged him tightly, stroked his chest with one hand, and gently held his head with the other hand. Her soft and flexible tongue gently licked Xia Feng's cheeks, swallowing all the sweat that Xia Feng had flowed out. Smelling the sweet fragrance emitted from Mei Ya, Xia Feng's attention was immediately distracted, and she didn't feel that there was so much pain on her legs.

Xia Feng took off his gloves, then became cruel and squeezing his fingers into the wound!

"hiss!!!"

As soon as his hand was inserted into the wound, Xia Feng couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning. This feeling was not something that ordinary people could "enjoy"!? His fingers kept rolling and stirring in the flesh, and the flesh was blurred. He even felt his fingers touching his leg bones!

After exploring for a long time, he felt a small bulge on the bone. The bullet penetrated the muscles and was stuck in the bone.

Xia Feng's face was a little pale, and a large pool of blood had flowed from the table. He had lost too much blood and was already a little exhausted.

Xia Feng pinched the bullet with both hands. The bullet was a little smooth and difficult to move. Xia Feng made up his mind and stretched out three fingers, pulling a ball of blood and flesh and pulling it out!

"Ao!!!"

Xia Feng pulled a large piece of meat from his body. The severe pain made him scream. A bloody piece of meat spread in his right hand, and the bullet was wrapped inside. The small wound on Xia Feng's calves had now turned into a baby's fist-sized wound because of his rough treatment. The dazzling red blood kept surging out...

"Hurry, treat my injuries..."

Xia Feng's lips turned white, his eyes began to blur and dizzy, and his consciousness became a little drowsy. He knew that this was because he had lost too much blood. If he didn't treat him quickly, he might fall asleep and die of bleeding.

"Cardholder Xia Feng consumes 5 soul power, heals injuries, completes treatment, and increases the demon points by 10. Welcome to use next time..."

A warm force came out of the demon credit card and quickly rushed to Xia Feng's body. The injuries he had been knocked out, muscle injuries, and some hidden injuries were all swept away, and the most important thing was the wound on his leg.

Under Xia Feng's gaze, the wound, which was several inches in diameter, began to heal quickly, and the lost flesh and blood were growing at an astonishing speed visible to the naked eye. However, in just a short moment, the wound completely healed.

Xia Feng cursed in his heart: "Fuck! Why did it become 5 o'clock!"

"Master, your body has been strengthened, and your injuries are worse than the last time. The devil's power is consumed naturally, and the water is rising and the ship is rising."

Although the soul power was consumed, Xia Feng raised his foot, and there was nothing abnormal at all, just like when he was completely healthy. Xia Feng couldn't help but sigh at the power of the demon credit card again.

"Meia, how long will the gun be transformed?"

Meiya said: "A little demonic power exchanged by a little soul power will be at most an hour."

"Just throw it here..." Xia Feng grabbed his gloves and walked quickly to the kitchen. He unscrewed the faucet through the gloves, washed the blood on his body, and then turned back to the living room.

Although his shoes were worn out by the recoil, he could not move the things here now. After another glance, Xia Feng's eyes stopped on the desert eagle on the ground.

After trying such a powerful weapon, Xia Feng now felt that he should have a weapon. After he hesitating for a while, he bent down to pick up the Desert Eagle, and then took a box of matching bullets from the weapon box that was wide open next to him.

After cleaning up the blood stains he left, checking again and finding that there were no obvious clues, he left.

As a hero, Wang Sanye does not install surveillance at his own home, and it will only leave a handle for others, so Xia Feng is not worried about surveillance records.

It was not until two hours after Xia Feng left that the young women who felt that the weather was finally calm down below pushed open the door and walked downstairs. Then when they saw a messy living room, they all screamed...

After half an hour, when they finally found that there was no one in the whole mansion, they first thought of calling the police, and then they became greedy. They returned to Master Wang San’s room and took away all the cash and jewelry. Then they ran away in scattered...
Chapter completed!