The next moment she put on her mask, Weize finally breathed the fresh air that she hadn't seen for a long time.

At the same time, something similar to skin care liquid was sprayed out, sprinkled on his cheeks, and Schubert's serenade sounded in his ears, with a melodious tune.

So... this thing is actually a beauty mask?

Weize didn't know why a beauty mask has the function of filtering poison gas, and what a weird design idea it is to make such equipment.

But in short, with this thing, he has temporarily overcome the current difficulties. After having the opportunity to go back, he can interview William.

The bounty hunter took some effort to turn off the music and beauty functions on the mask, leaving only the most basic filtering effect.

The battle in the parking lot did not stop without this sudden poisonous fog, but actually became more intense.

Those who could not resist the poisonous fog wanted to rush to the third floor of the negative, and had a fierce exchange of fire with the people guarding the entrance. On the other side, because the vision was blocked by the poisonous fog, the previous fire blockade could not continue. The remaining hunters decisively changed their strategies, gave up blocking their opponents, and began to rush towards the box.

This is a race of the same time.

Wei Ze did not care about his waist injury, so he picked up the white metal box and stuffed it back into the trunk.

However, when he finished all this and wanted to return to the cab, his heart suddenly moved.

Don't test God!

Wei Ze suddenly turned around, and almost at the same time, a terrifying deep pit appeared on the load-bearing pillar behind him. The 12.7mm-caliber heavy bullet directly penetrated the cement pillar that was one meter thick, leaving a gap the size of a bowl.

If Weize hadn't dodged his body just now, he would have been shot into two pieces by the gun!!!

The missed side by side with the God of Death at such a close distance made Wei Ze’s hair stand up. The gunman let out a light eh, as if he didn’t expect that someone could avoid his attack under such circumstances.

When he moved the gun again, Weize had already hid back to the cover.

The gunman didn't care and quickly locked in a new target. He didn't mind letting a prey live for a while, because he didn't plan to let anyone who came to the parking lot tonight.

Soon, he pulled the trigger again. This time the bullet accurately hit the COG's armored transmission shaft, causing the latter to lose power. The equipment weighing more than 300 kilograms made the operator inside difficult to move.

The third bullet that followed was in the center of the armor, but COG is worthy of being the king of land warfare. This armor-piercing bullet that even a tank can kill does not penetrate the protective plate of this set of power armor.

The gunman seemed not surprised by this result. He pulled the trigger slowly, and the fourth bullet whistled out of the gun chamber. The landing point was exactly where a bullet hit the previous one, no matter how small it was.

This time, the armor, which had already had cracks, was finally overwhelmed and completely shattered. The manipulator inside was shot and exploded his heart.

Even if the gunman wears characteristic glasses on his head, so that he can avoid the influence of poisonous smoke, such a marksmanship is enough to be called a magical skill.

However, there was no smug expression on his face, as if he had just done something insignificant.

The fingers pulled the trigger at a fixed frequency. Except for the first shot, apart from a small accident, each shot after that hit the target accurately.

It was like a black god of death waving a sickle, reaping life coldly.

In just two minutes, more than thirty hunters died at his hands had already died, and they could kill one person in less than four seconds.

You should know that what he faces is the elite among bounty hunters, including C-level hunters with a ranking of less than 10,000, and a B-level hunter who rushed over, but in the end they all fell under his gun barrel without any suspense.

The remaining hunters also realized that something was wrong at this time. Generally speaking, competition among peers rarely achieved this level.

Even the sweet bomb, known for its unruly and ruthlessness, would never dare to kill so many hunters in one commission, because it would be equivalent to making enemies with the firm behind them.

The person who takes action is not poison! The C-level bounty hunter, ranked 8737, broke out on his forehead with a cold sweat. He thought of the hunter killer that had been discussing on the forum two days ago.

——The super murderer who aims to kill hunters!

Are there really such monsters in this world?

He had always scorned this statement before tonight. No one in this industry had ever seen. Everyone in the fierce federal wanted criminals had done evil deeds, including many people who killed hundreds of civilians, making ordinary people feel scared. However, as long as the reward is high enough, these people are just human-type money printing machines that can eat and speak.

But now his calf is twitching.

It is fear, the instinctive fear of the prey located at the low end of the food chain for large predators at the top.

After completing the commission alone for the first time, he thought he had overcome this negative emotion. The master once praised his calmness when facing a crisis more than once, saying that he was born to do the material for this industry, but now he found that all the skills that could make him quickly calm down have lost their effect.

It is precisely because he is a person who uses a gun that he can more intuitively and deeply experience the other party's strength.

What kind of guy can practice such a terrible marksmanship, as if he was born specifically for killing.

For the first time in my life, my brain has already sentenced the body to death before I even started it.

It's impossible, it's impossible to beat someone like that.

Even if you give your all in a fair environment, there is still no chance, because the gap between the two sides is too big, and you can't even see the taillights of the car.

This C-class hunter, who has become famous in the guild in recent years, stood there blankly, not dodging or dodging, like a walking corpse who has lost his soul.

Bullets whizzed past his ears, taking away one life after another, but miraculously avoided him.

It's like the mercy of death, full of malicious irony.

The gunman has no interest in this fixed target that was completely scared and plans to deal with it in the end. He hopes that the other party can cheer up a little, struggle and resist hard, and make the game a little more interesting.

In the end, there were only three living people left in the underground garage except himself.

The gunman skillfully removed the anti-equipment sniper rifle in front of him, wiped it clean with the velvet cloth she carried with him, and then carefully placed it into the cello case. The whole process was as gentle as caring for a newborn baby.

Then he pulled out the Hardballer on his waist and walked towards the place where Weize was hiding.

The rubber shoes stepped on the ground, like the drum beats of death.

Wei Ze looked at his trembling right hand and smiled bitterly. Could it be that he was really so kind of in his heart? More than ten minutes ago, he was thinking about how to spend 25 million, but now he has to consider how many people should be invited at the funeral.

But that kind of thing Levi should handle, just like all the other things before.

Although it seems that she said not long ago that she didn't want to sign her body recognition list, she didn't expect that she would still give her such a surprise just a few days later. I'm so sorry.

Weize did not have much fear of death. He lived or died in recent years. It was nothing more than a problem of sipping fewer carbon dioxide, and he could also make some insignificant contributions to the environmental protection of Mars.

But for some reason, I still feel pain in my chest.

If you are unwilling to accept it, you are unwilling to accept it.

He died here like this and was slaughtered like a livestock, without any dignity. Before he died, he could not even report his own name because no one cared.

Weize remembered an entertainment program I had watched on TV before. Several hunters went to hunt on the grassland, cut off the heads of the hunted animals and took them home, making them into specimens and hanging them on the wall.

This is definitely the worst of all death methods.

grass!

Weize opened his eyes and changed Order 3 into a non-fatal mode. Then he opened his wallet, took out the anesthesia bullet that had been replaced by him and stuffed it into the magazine, pressing the muzzle against his waist.

The Mickey Mouse avatar in the address book said that the thing inside was highly toxic, and the guinea pig could not withstand the toxicity in the potion, so there was no way to know whether the components of the specific type 7 tremor could work.

After experiencing so many failures, Wei Ze is no longer the naughty young man who ignored everything to treat. If it were normal, he would never use this thing to test his poison resistance attributes.

But now he doesn't care about it, he's going to die anyway.

Wei Ze pulled the trigger and shot the bullet into his body.
Chapter completed!