Chapter 32 Bloody Killing (, Asking for Vote)

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Without saying a word, Shi Ling turned around and fled. He did not rush to the road or want to escape to the "Daxiang Community", but turned around and ran to the construction site in the distance.

The construction site is not far from Daxiang Community. It has just been evacuated. There are concrete debris and steel bars everywhere. It can be seen that it is full of ruins. At night, there is no one in the cold, and Shi Ling rushed straight to the ruins.

A group of little hooligans behind are chasing after them crazily.

"There are 17 people in total, and none of them are empty-handed. Xu Shangzhen seems to hate himself very much."

Shi Ling silently while running away, and soon rushed into the oncoming ruins. He jumped and fell on a large piece of concrete broken wall. Looking back, the 17 people behind had been pulled away from the original fan shape to form a long snake because of the speed of running.

Reaching out his hand, he quickly took out the "pain painkiller" from his "magic bag", opened the bottle, poured it out and swallowed it. The fastest thin man had raised the machete in his hand and viciously cut at Shi Ling's leg, who was standing on the low wall.

Look at this model, I'm really going to hit it. I'm afraid the knife will be cut into the bone.

With his feet on the low wall, Shi Ling jumped out, took advantage of the situation to take out the "military thorn" and suddenly poked it out.

"Ah--" The thin man who waved the machete screamed. He clearly saw Shi Ling's empty hands and did not guard against an extra "military thorn" in his hand. Suddenly, he was poked a transparent hole in his thigh by the "military thorn". The thin man howled in pain and danced with the machete in his hand.

Shi Ling's arm trembled. He lowered his head and saw the blood splashing out of his left arm. He had been inadvertently cut by the machete in the thin man's hand. Because he took "pain painkillers", Shi Ling could feel the feeling of cutting the machete cutting the skin, but he could not feel pain.

Pulling out the "military thorn" hard, the thin man fell to the ground screaming, the machete was thrown aside, and his hands pressed the blood hole in his thigh desperately, rolling in pain.

"One..." Shi Ling meditated in his heart, and the second man and the third had rushed straight up. One of the long-haired little hooligans held a two-foot-long steel strip in his hand and smashed it down at Shi Ling's head fiercely. The other grabbed an iron bar and swept it at his waist and legs. Both of them took action. Fast and fierce, these little hooligans are used to fighting, and their skills are much better than ordinary people.

When Shi Ling pulled out the "military thorn" from the thin thigh, his left hand had taken out the "miniature pistol" from the "magic bag". The two people just rushed up, and the two sides were close, and Shi Ling shot twice at their stomach.

The lethality of this "micro pistol" is limited, far less than that of a real pistol, and the range is also short. However, with such a close range of two strikes, the power is still considerable. The micro bullet was shot directly in. The two people only felt a sharp pain in their abdomen in an instant, and their bodies were stagnant. They didn't understand what was going on, among which the long hair on the left The man was kicked in the stomach by Shi Ling.

Shi Ling's strength was so strong that he directly kicked the long-haired man out and bumped into another little hooligan who rushed up from behind.

The two bumped into each other and yelled out together.

Shi Ling took advantage of the situation and rushed out with his cat. In his mind, the "ghost skeleton" endlessly released cool energy. This energy stimulated the "pine fruit body" and made more and more powerful power gushed out of his body, which improved his strength, speed and agility, so that he could run out in an instant, and the military thorn in his hand was pierced. It pierced the thigh of the little hooligan who had just been hit and fell out by a long-haired man.

The thigh was pierced in an instant, and then the military thorn was pulled out fiercely, and the blood was marked. Shi Ling silently recited the "fourth", and his body rushed to the fifth little hooligan without pause.

All the thirteen people behind had rushed over, but they didn't expect Shi Ling to take action so quickly. In the blink of an eye, four people were put to the ground by him, and all of them were instinctively stunned. Shi Ling had rushed out like a cheetah, stabbed the army stab in his hand, and the fifth little hooligan fell to the ground.

"Ah--" Almost at the same moment, four people surrounded him. Shi Lingjun stabbed one person, and the left-handed miniature pistol hit one. He said "sixth" and "seventh" in his mind. Blood splashed on his back, and a machete and an iron bar fell on his body.

The machete cut a long opening, and the blood splashed. Shi Ling did not feel any pain. The backhand of the miniature pistol failed, but it was followed by two more shots. Finally, he put down one again, and there were only four bullets left.

The attack power of the miniature pistol, as soon as the distance is far away, the lethality will become a large radiation attenuation. Even if it hits a person, it is only skin trauma, so Shi Ling must close the distance before shooting.

Nine of the seventeen people have been put down by him. These people did not take "pain painkillers". They were stabbed into a transparent blood hole in their bodies by the army. Their whole legs were useless. They rolled all over the ground in pain and could no longer stand up.

Eight people, with cold sweat on their faces, either holding a machete or holding an iron bar, surrounded Shi Ling.

At this time, they also noticed that Shi Ling was holding a small black pistol in his left hand that was smaller than the palm they had never seen. The pistol shot silently. They also found that the small pistol was not lethal. Otherwise, Shi Ling would shoot one shot far away. As long as he put down two or three, the rest of the people would have been scattered as birds and beasts.

Shi Ling was severely injured by a knife behind his back, and the blood dyed his coat red, but there was no painful expression on his face, staring at the eight people around him like a wolf. This expression made the little hooligans around him scared.

He waved the blood-stained military thorns in his hands slightly, revealing his snow-white teeth and smiled gidly: "Come up, come on--" This ferocious look, together with the nine people who fell to the ground and moaned in pain, seemed indescribably strange and horrible.

Xu Shangzhen held an iron bar tightly in his hand, and his whole body trembled slightly. He felt his legs weak. He had never seen such a cruel person, and he did not show any pain when he was injured.

"You don't come up? Then I'm on--" Shi Ling grinned and suddenly rushed to Xu Shangzhen.

"Everyone, come on--" Xu Shangzhen shouted, but he instinctively retreated. This retreat was tripped by a piece of gravel and fell down heavily.

This action was originally headed by Xu Shangzhen. He stole a lot of money from his family. In addition, he found so many little hooligans in his usual relationship. Originally, he wanted to maiming Shi Ling. For such a minor hooligans like them, it was simply lawless and not at all. He scrupulous, and even his temper comes up, and he even dares to kill people.

And something really happened. Xu Shangzhen believes that his father will settle everything.

Now Xu Shangzhen was so scared that he fell back, and the other seven little hooligans suddenly became timid.