diskusbooks Chapter 193 Storm Horn
Chapter 193 Storm Horn
"Fire! Fire now!"
The man in the black suit roared, holding up his Desert Eagle, but he didn't pull the trigger first.
"But...this is within the territory of the Dragon Kingdom! We can't just open fire here!"
A member of the Gattuso family trembled as he reached for the pistol at his waist.
The man in the black suit said, "The world of mixed races has its own laws!"
"Just shoot when I tell you to. Why all the nonsense?"
After saying that, "bang!"
He aimed at Ying Zheng's one-eyed white mask and pulled the trigger of the Desert Eagle!
All of a sudden!
As if a chain reaction had occurred, all the guns were aimed at Ying Zheng's body, spewing out scorching flames!
The dense hail of bullets instantly illuminated the entire asphalt road, giving it a glossy black shine!
Faced with such a dense barrage of bullets, Ying Zheng did not hesitate for a moment. He instantly blurred his body to protect himself.
Although these bullets would not cause any serious harm even if they hit his body.
However, in order to maintain the persona of the Abandoned Clan Leader, he chose not to reveal his physical strength any further.
A persona needs to have stereotypes to be maintained.
For example, the leader of the abandoned tribe in the eyes of outsiders is a guy who is "not easy to defeat; his body can be as illusory as a holographic projection!"
Based on this, it's easy to naturally conclude that "the Lord of the Abandoned Clan is so fond of dodging, his physical strength must be very low!"
At this moment, Ying was opening his left eye to "inhale" and his right eye to "exhale"!
Between contraction and expansion, within the alchemical subspace.
It was as if a "U"-shaped pipe had appeared, and these dense bullets were sucked in from the left eye and released from the right eye!
Because Ying Zheng's white mask was one-eyed, the bullet inevitably shattered the right eye portion of the mask the moment it was fired from the right eye.
Ying Zheng's right eye looked like the muzzle of a machine gun!
He fired at the Gattuso family members like a mobile high-rate-of-fire machine gun.
These bullets all belong to the Gattuso family; they were fired at Ying Zheng a few seconds ago.
In the next few seconds, all the bullets were fired at him.
Bright red blood blossoms bloomed on the bodies of the Gattuso family members.
It blooms in the darkness!
Like a spring breeze blowing through the valley, a romantic sea of flowers swaying in the breeze!
In just a short while, no one was shooting at Ying Zheng anymore.
The flames in his right eye also ceased as the enemy's gun barrels stopped firing.
Ying Zheng merged into the darkness, a black vortex.
He appeared instantly behind the man in the black suit, placed his hand on his shoulder, and said slowly:
"Just now, you were the one who ordered the guns to fire first, weren't you?"
Upon hearing this, the man in the black suit was instantly terrified, dropping his Desert Eagle, whose magazine was already empty, to the ground.
His upper and lower teeth kept clashing together, and his face was deathly pale.
The man in the black suit stood stiff as a rock, cold sweat trickling down his forehead and soaking his collar.
He could clearly feel Ying Zheng's hand on his shoulder.
The icy touch felt like a venomous snake coiled around his neck, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.
"I...I..." His voice trembled, and he could barely speak. His throat felt like it was blocked by something, and even breathing became difficult.
Ying Zheng's voice was deep and calm, as if he were narrating something extremely ordinary: "You just need to answer yes or no, understand?"
The man in the black suit dared not answer, nor move. His mind was blank, filled only with endless fear.
The man in the black suit hesitated for a moment, then his eyes darted around, and a sudden idea struck him. He uttered a sentence:
"or!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man in the black suit felt Ying's hand gripping his shoulder!
Suddenly startled!
Immediately afterwards, an irresistible force lifted him up!
His feet were off the ground, and his body was suspended in mid-air.
Like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, bleating in fear.
"No...no..." he managed to utter a few words, his eyes filled with despair.
The pain made him lose consciousness, and all he could hear was a buzzing sound in his ears.
But he could still distinguish the sound of his shoulder blades being gradually crushed amidst the buzzing.
Human bones can transmit sound. The famous musician Beethoven, after losing his hearing, would bite a thin iron bar with his teeth and insert it into his piano to listen to the music.
The pain made his breathing gradually slow down. His brain had taken matters into its own hands and blocked the pain in his right arm. He could only feel a numbness in his right arm.
The strength of Ying Zheng's grip was beyond his comprehension.
Ying Zheng ignored his pleas and activated the "release" ability of his right eye once again.
The man in the black suit seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, slowly rising into the air, and his whole body fell into a state of etherealization.
His limbs hung limply, as if he had lost all strength.
"Do you know?" Ying Zheng's voice remained calm, as if he were chatting with an old friend, "In the world of hybrids, the law of the jungle is the eternal rule."
And you clearly don't understand this.
Your family's power, which you're so proud of, is nothing but bullshit in the face of absolute power!
This statement seems to be addressed to both the man in the black suit and Caesar.
Caesar slumped on the hood of the Bugatti Veyron. The moment Ying Zheng said those words, it was like a sharp knife piercing his ear!
He instinctively reached out and grabbed the front of the car to prop himself up, then looked up at the man he had never met before.
He narrowed his emerald green eyes slightly, his eyebrows furrowed, and he asked in confusion:
Have we met somewhere before?
Caesar felt that the eyes of the Lord of the Forsaken looked incredibly familiar, but he couldn't quite place them.
Who exactly is the owner of that gaze?
Ying Zheng ignored Caesar and turned to look at the man in the black suit in mid-air!
The man in the black suit suddenly contracted his pupils!
He sensed a surge of frenzied energy gathering in Ying Zheng's right eye.
That energy was like the prelude to a volcanic eruption, filled with destructive power.
It was as if he would be twisted and torn to pieces at any moment!
"No...don't kill me...I'm still so young..." He struggled desperately, trying to break free from the invisible restraints, but it was all in vain.
Ying Zheng crossed his arms, lightly pressed his index finger on his shoulder, and sneered:
"Too late! If I didn't have that kind of strength..."
Then I'll kneel down and beg for mercy, telling you that I'm still young and can't bear to die.
Are you willing to listen to my story?
The man in the black suit fell silent after hearing Ying Zheng's words.
I bet there are no bullets in your eyes!
The next moment, a blazing beam of light shot out from Ying Zheng's right eye!
This bullet, within Ying Zheng's alchemical subspace, was performing a Möbius strip-like loop.
They lingered for a long time.
The golden bullet pierced the chest of the man in the black suit in an instant.
His body froze in mid-air for a moment, then fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.
It made a "plop" sound!
Blood gushed from his chest, staining the ground red.
The man in the black suit stared wide-eyed, his eyes bulging as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing, even in death.
Upon seeing this, Caesar clenched his fists tightly together, his neck veins bulging.
Ying Zheng slowly withdrew his hand, and the light in his right eye gradually faded.
He glanced down at the corpse on the ground, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever, as if he had just crushed an ant.
Chapter 1, The ant trampled by the blue-haired woman: "..."
The surroundings were deathly silent. The remaining members of the Gattuso family who were still able to move were already terrified.
Caesar is right in front of Ying Zheng. If they were to protect Caesar, they would die here in battle.
Their families still have a glimmer of hope.
But if Caesar dies here and they manage to escape back to their base camp alive, their personal safety and the safety of their families will be in grave danger.
The group dropped their weapons, even though most of them were almost out of ammunition.
He watched as one after another of his clansmen collapsed on the ground, bleeding profusely.
Their faces were filled with fear, as if Ying Zheng before them was a demon who had walked out of hell.
Just a moment ago it was a one-on-one situation, and our side seemed to have an overwhelming advantage.
In the blink of an eye, it was still a many against one, but the balance of power had shifted dramatically.
No one dared to act rashly and recklessly gamble with Caesar's personal safety.
"We can all stay and let the young master go!" someone said, their voice trembling and choked with sobs.
"They're quite a loyal bunch, aren't they?" Ying Zheng glanced at them and then ignored them.
He turned and walked into the darkness.
His figure gradually blurred, eventually transforming into a black spatial vortex that completely disappeared into the night.
However, they did not go far, remaining hidden in the shadows, observing the Gattuso family.
If anyone disregards warnings and tries to advance towards the Zhou family, Ying Zheng will immediately take action and swiftly eliminate all the fodder.
He removed the white mask, looked at the bullet holes protruding from it, and murmured:
"Caesar, you should be grateful you have a good father, otherwise do you think you could have lived this long?"
The Gattuso family members looked at each other, none of them daring to move.
More than ten minutes passed after Ying Zheng disappeared before they collapsed to the ground in relief, panting heavily.
"Has...has he left?" someone asked in a low voice, their voice still filled with fear.
“They must have left…” another person replied, but his voice was also trembling.
No one dared to mention what had just happened again, as if it were a nightmare.
They carefully carried the somewhat dazed and confused Caesar back to the Bugatti Veyron.
Then, silently, he gathered up his companion's body and hurriedly left the street filled with the aura of death.
At the same time, Ying Zheng discovered that the Gattuso family members had begun to evacuate.
“Then I don’t need to stay here anymore,” Ying Zheng murmured, putting his shattered white mask back on.
Through the gap in the mask, a cold and stern face was revealed. Ying Zheng's right eye still shone with a faint crimson-gold light, as if telling the story of the battle that had just taken place.
In the blink of an eye, Ying Zheng returned to the roof of the Zhou family's house.
He looked around and saw a secluded corner where no one was around, so he flipped over and jumped down.