The God of Death in American Comics

"A handsome guy who doesn't want to be named." Ye Feng said as he walked around the doorman.

The security personnel in the guard room had seen the situation here from the window and ran out one after another.

Ye Feng could see that the other party was carrying a pistol.

He reached out and pulled off the communicator in his ear.

After silently reciting a few ghost runes, invisible air fluctuations spread out, and in the guard room, the computer screen began to flash with flowers.

The monitor on the wall of the construction site also flashed snowflakes.

Ye Feng's whole body was suddenly filled with spiritual energy. In a moment, he was covered in a jet-black death tyrant uniform, with white socks and straw sandals, and an unsheathed samurai sword stuck at his waist.

When several capable security personnel saw this magical transformation, they simply omitted the shocking and serious warning.

The simplest and most violent treatment method was adopted.

bang bang

A military-specific pistol with an extremely fast rate of fire

In an instant, a large number of bullets flew towards Ye Feng.

With a disdainful smile on his face, Ye Feng had already prepared for this kind of non-routine attack, or he should be used to it.

Unlike others who travel to another world, there is no halo of villain intelligence here, there is no fight half an hour before the fight, and there is no situation where you have to ask who the other party is before taking action.

The opponent's reaction is the most direct and efficient method

I'll push you down first, and then slowly ask if you have any questions.

The soles of his feet shook, and the spirit seeds spurted out, opening instantly.

咻

In the blink of an eye, Ye Feng disappeared.

A round of pistol bullets made craters in the big tree not far away.

"Where did he go"

"The other person is not an ordinary person"

"If Morikawa-kun is not dead, come here quickly," someone shouted to the guard who was kneeling not far away.

At this time, a dull feeling fell from the air in vain.

bass

The stabbing sound made when the knife was drawn out made every security team member's hair stand on end.

Ye Feng was not ready to wait for the other party to turn around slowly. He danced his wrist quickly, and the zigzag sword light bloomed in the air.

Puff puff

The four heads rolled to the ground, and two meters of blood spurted out from their necks.

The headless corpse slowly fell.

These cold security guards who can scare ordinary people away, in front of Ye Feng, they are just a face-to-face person whose head is missing.

In the distance, Umino Kato Ran adjusted the lens on the sniper rifle.

"Is that move just now the Death God's teleportation step?"

"No, this is just an illusion that ordinary people have for high-speed targets,"

Only Kato Ran knows about the sniper rifle in his hand, it is actually just a cover.

The 8x mirror on the gun is not as simple as it seems. It is just a camera with a remote recording function.

Those who want to watch Ye Feng fight are naturally the loyalists behind Kato Lan.

Daniel Whitehall.

This sniper rifle is an observation and voyeur instrument specially prepared by Daniel Whitehall for the God of Death, or Hirashima Yefeng.

Katolan's arms didn't shake at all, but she could hold on for three hours without stopping just by raising the gun like this.

In the mirror, Ye Feng's murderous martial arts skills made Kato Lan, who had been trained by the Hydra organization since childhood and worshiped the strong, feel restless in his heart.

At the construction site gate.

Looking at the guard No. who was already lying on the ground and fainted from the pain, Ye Feng looked around suspiciously.

Why do I always feel like someone is secretly observing me from behind?

Just now, Ye Feng thought it was a few people from the guard room, but now Ye Feng always feels like he is being watched by something.

Maybe Agent Ran Kato

Thinking of this, I turned around and looked in the direction of Kato Ran but saw nothing.

"Let's continue. It seems that I am destined to be a man who lives in the spotlight." Ye Feng said mockingly.

He looked at the door in front of him and tightened his right hand on his Zanpakutō.

slam

boom

The door made a sharp sound of metal cutting, and then crashed down.

Woo~~~~~woo~~~~

The sound of sirens echoed through the construction site.

The huge sound even had some impact on the amusement park at the foot of Luye Mountain, causing many tourists to look up and around.

Figures of people flashed in the construction site, and an island soldier wearing a camouflage coat and holding an automatic rifle rushed out from every corner.

da da da da

The Self-Defense Forces soldiers who rushed out first started shooting.

Since the other party has treated the gate like this, the compatriots outside must be in danger.

The shooting of a small number of fierce fighting faction brought all the soldiers into action.

Accurate and tricky bullets flew towards Ye Feng quickly.

咻

The spirit erupted, and the cement road rocks at the entrance to the construction site shattered like wire mesh, and the layers collapsed.

Increasing the power of the footstep output naturally does not allow Ye Feng to move behind the opponent all of a sudden.

Instead, let Ye Feng rise into the sky

In mid-air, there was an angry shout, like a rainbow piercing the sky, the black Death Tyrant's sleeves and robes were beating in mid-air, and Ye Feng held the knife in both hands.

"kill"

Ye Feng's body was filled with spiritual beings, falling from the sky.

咚

The construction site shook. Before the body hit the ground with the blade, he slashed with his hand. The soldier at the front suddenly covered his throat.

Streams of blood flowed out like an endless river.

A moment later, the soldier fell down miserably with his eyes wide open, pointing a finger at Ye Feng unwillingly.

A soldier nearby also reacted very quickly. He had no time to turn the muzzle of his gun and directly used the dagger on his waist instead.

Just to seize the little time their comrades bought them.

But it was a pity that Ye Feng didn't look back and just waved his arm holding the Zanpakutō flexibly.

The arm holding the dagger fell instantly.

"Ah" the soldier yelled in pain, and his steps had already stopped.

Ye Feng didn't let the other party wait too long. The sword flashed again and the wailing stopped abruptly.

The surrounding Self-Defense Forces soldiers stopped their movements when they saw the enemy's ferocity.

He didn't run away, he just hid on the spot, quickly changed his combat ideas, and pointed each gun at the figure wearing a kimono and holding a samurai sword.

I have to say that this is indeed an elite force.

da da da da

The hot weapons showed their power, and the guns roared ferociously, either openly or covertly, and the soldiers hiding in the corners of the construction site began to shoot at Ye Feng non-stop.

Each team member took turns to cover, and the chain of bullets drew a golden diagonal line in mid-air, maximizing the maximum lethality of the weapons in their hands.

shhhhhh

As if dancing on the tip of a knife, the black figure driven by Lingzi kept flashing on the construction site.

One sword, two swords, three swords. Every leap of the body is the withering of a life.

Gunshots rang out loudly on the construction site and swords were fired.

It seems that the pathological weakness of the Self-Guards is just a disparaging advertisement. A country's main battle force must be more or less elite. Today, it will happen to him, Ye Feng thought.

However, although the distribution of these tactics and the intersection of firepower surprised Ye Feng, they never caused him any substantial harm.

With the force field of spiritual pressure and the senses in the death state, it is not difficult for Ye Feng to dodge bullets and so on.

咻

Passing by in an instant, the light of the sword fluctuates

For these ordinary people, Ye Feng didn't want to spend too much energy on them, and ghost skills were useless at all.

At the same time, a commercial building in Miami.

Daniel Whitehall shook the red wine in his hand.

Wearing a noble suit, he sat in front of a big screen and watched the figures dancing and shining on it, constantly killing people.

The corners of his mouth slowly raised.

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