Someone who was unknown in the chaos was squeezed onto the console, and the explosive music once again filled the eardrums.

"Bounce! Shakalaka!"

Wei Wei held a gun and approached the dance floor. Under his feet was a carpet of blood rivers.

"Damn..."

The gothic DJ gritted his teeth made of stainless steel as he watched the murderous man below him quickly approaching him.

He roared and rushed forward, like a human tank, knocking the four or five people in front of him into the air. His eyes were red as if they were bursting with blood, and he swung out fiercely at Wei Wei who was approaching the stage.

fist wearing a skull ring.

Before the sharp edge of the ring scratched Wei Wei's face, Wei Wei suddenly turned around and took out the second gun in the gun bag. This was longer than the first gun and was made of silver.

There are also exquisite patterns and a set of black English signatures.

Elegant and refined, like a lady.

The spear rotated in the palm of his hand, making a graceful and precise shot, hitting the DJ in the face.

DJ was slightly sluggish.

"Boom!"

The next moment, special bullets roared out of the black barrel, and half of DJ's head exploded into plasma.

But he trembled on the ground a few times and suddenly got up again.

The half-broken eye shot out a blood-colored light of hatred.

The body moved in an inhuman-like posture, and with a heavy sense of strength, it fiercely grabbed Wei Wei's neck again.

Wei Wei leaned slightly, his movements were not as fast as his opponent's, but they were extremely precise.

He opened the distance between the opponent's palm and his neck, pointed the black spear diagonally, and fired again.

"Bang"

A big hole was opened in DJ's chest, and he was sent flying out again.

But then, he climbed up again, his spine was broken, his body touched the ground at both ends, and the flesh-and-blood connection point in the middle stood up in the "arch bridge" posture above. His hands and feet intertwined quickly, and he once again moved towards Wei

Wei's direction rushed over.

Wei Wei kicked him down, stepped on the broken part of his spine, and aimed at his upper body with continuous hooks and triggers.

"Bah, bah, bah..."

After emptying the bullet in one breath, DJ's upper body was reduced to a pulp, but some of his flesh and blood was still squirming.

Wei Wei shook his head dissatisfied, picked up a bottle of strong liquor from the side, poured it on him, and lit it.

The flames rose up with a "pop", and the twisted flesh and blood twitched in the flames, and then became completely motionless.

Wei Wei breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction, and the smile returned to his face.

…

…

Jump!Shakaraka!

The music continued, but the air filled with the smell of alcohol, smoke, perfume, and rotten seafood was mixed with the smell of fresh blood. It was like a big invisible hand that filled the survivors' stomachs.

Into a food called fear.

The crazy expressions faded away from their faces, and panic crept onto their faces.

Mr. DJ is dead. He who is omnipotent in many people's minds died under such a simple method.

Some people suddenly had uncontrollable spasms and vomited, while some people's legs became weak and they collapsed on their knees.

Among a group of frightened demon-infected people, Wei Wei had already turned around leisurely from the flames, picked up a loose good cigarette from the table next to him, put it in his mouth, and lit it with the hot muzzle of the gun.

, then put away the elegant lady, took out the rugged strong man again, glanced at the remaining people, then grabbed a handful of bullets and slowly stuffed them into the magazine.

The man who collapsed in a pool of blood was trembling, looking at Wei Wei in fear, and begging in a trembling voice:

"Spare...spare us..."

"..."

Wei Wei clicked on the butt of his gun, turned to look at him, and then shook his head with a smile:

"don't want!"

"..."

"Bang"

"Bang"

"Bah, bah, bah"

"..."
Chapter completed!