Demacia in American comics

Polly, who was standing downstairs, clearly heard the two brothers shouting "Public strength" from above. Although he didn't know what it meant, he saw an extremely excited man jumping down and was not worried at all. He was injured, and he immediately understood that it was all caused by taking medicine.

Without any hesitation, he was waiting for this moment downstairs.

He fired Q directly, took three steps and two steps at a time, and ran directly towards the man who had just landed and was still standing. The man seemed to have no reaction. After receiving a fatal punch from Polly, he immediately became sluggish. He stood there, then covered his face and started rolling on the ground, screaming and wailing, as if the punch did not hit his face, but hit his nerve endings, causing him pain. Magnified countless times.

Polly was a little surprised. Logically speaking, although the pain was unbearable, it wouldn't be as painful as a chop from the punch.

Polly looked at the man rolling on the ground thoughtfully. Could it be that the spirit that Quaco described at that time was also strengthened? Is it true that the spirit was strengthened? Then it is natural that the tactile system should be amplified and strengthened, and the pain he endured would also be amplified. Countless times, and the fatal effect of Polly's Q was the pain that penetrated directly into the soul. This meant that it was possible to call his mother in pain.

Polly didn't stay stunned for too long. Taking advantage of the man's pain, he directly suppressed him and wanted to handcuff him to the uniform. However, the man seemed to sense Polly's intention and began to resist crazily, and his strength was very strong. Jean Polly almost lost control.

But he had the magic weapon to win. A Q had a fatal effect, and another punch hit him on the chin. Then the man didn't last for 2 seconds before he collapsed and began to beg for mercy, stuttering:

"I surrender, don't fight, fight, I, I won't resist, I will resist... Please, don't, don't fight..."

Afterwards, the man was cuffed calmly and sat on the ground beside him, obediently motionless, like a primary school student who had made a mistake.

Soon, someone jumped upstairs again. This time, three people jumped down together in a row. Polly's eyes narrowed slightly. One person can be solved with Q, but he may not be able to solve three people at once.

But things tend to be unexpected. When one of them jumped down, he was obviously too fast and unprepared. When he landed, his knees hit the ground, causing him to lose mobility and unable to move on the ground.

This gave Polly a surprise. He rushed over quickly. His Q had already cooled down. Without any surprise, he punched one of them directly in the abdomen, and then he saw the person kneeling down with his face distorted.

Then Polly ignored this person, turned on the sacrifice effect of e and slag, and directly killed the last person standing.

After groping for the slag's sacrifice effect, he also figured out how to turn it on and off. After all, in different games, this sacrifice effect cannot determine whether the side is friendly or enemy, so Polly figured out how to turn it on and off. After that, I dare to use it with confidence.

At this time, I saw Polly spinning like a whirlwind, accompanied by this scorching high temperature. Just now, this man was thinking about how to knock down the person in front of him and then escape quickly.

But the damage from Judgment E and Sacrifice made me scream:

"Ahhhhh, what is this? Hot, hot, hot..."

After a while, this person with relatively normal skin was now red all over, and almost started to smell like meat. Polly was sure that after a while, this person would definitely be roasted black by him.

So after Q cooled down again, he punched it without hesitation, but this time the pain from the punch seemed to have directly reached the person's physiological upper limit, so he passed out directly.

Upon seeing this, Polly handcuffed him neatly and threw him next to the first man.

Then he said to the second person who had recovered:

"Should you cuff it yourself, or should I give you a punch and then cuff you obediently?"

But this man didn't seem to appreciate it. He roared angrily and rushed over, trying to punch Polly away.

Polly talked to him just to wait for q to cool down. When he rushed over, q had just finished cooling down. Polly's speed surged, like a loach, he easily slipped past the second person's fist, and then, Give him another fatal punch on the waist

At this moment, his waist was like a hundred thousand knives constantly twisting inside. He fell to the ground in pain and screamed, sweating all over his body:

"Ahhhhh, my kidneys, my kidneys can't bear this kind of pain, ahhh..."

I don't know if it was because he was in too much pain, but when Polly went to cuff him, his eyes were empty, as if he had lost hope in life.

At this time, there was the last person left on the field who had injured his knee. Polly looked at him and before he could speak, the man said very consciously:

"Sir, I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself."

Very simply, he took the handcuffs and put them on himself, then climbed into the group of people and sat down, positioning himself perfectly.

If nothing else, he was sweating all over after hearing the screams of several other people. Coupled with the burning sensation coming from the pavement, he was unwilling to bear the pain and directly chose to surrender.

Polly nodded, satisfied. This is the attitude a criminal should have.

Just when Polly was about to take a breath, another black shadow fell from the sky, making a muffled thud when it landed, like a pig being thrown from a high altitude.

He took a closer look and saw that it was just a pig.

The fat and bloated uncle planned to run away as soon as he landed. He had no intention of fighting. He was sitting on a mountain of gold and silver, so he couldn't afford to lose his life here.

In his heart, he was very glad to have escaped, because there was only a young man wearing a shirt. He sneered. With such a thin-looking body, he would fly to nowhere as soon as he hit it.

But his uncle didn't know that the moment he came down, Polly was eyeing him. As a leader, although his uncle was good at using tricks and deceiving people, he was least good at fighting.

So on this occasion, it was Polly's best chance to catch him

Without saying too much, his uncle's fat legs began to exert force. He had to leave quickly. He knew without thinking that someone would chase him out soon, and life or death could be determined in an instant.

I saw my uncle running like a chariot with meat bombs, and the fat all over his body was shaking fiercely, but it didn't seem to affect his running at all.

Polly looked at the running meat ball, his face was a little solemn, he had to use his strength. If he couldn't stop this high-speed impact, he might fly away under the impact, let alone stop the incoming person.

So he did one thing and ran towards his uncle. He quickly activated Q and increased his speed. Then when he was about to collide, he activated W to reduce damage.

Just like this, the tip of the needle is facing the wheat.

Then, they heard a "bang" sound and the two separated. At this time, Polly's shortcoming appeared. He was not strong enough and kept retreating after being hit. His uncle's fat body became his best helper. Coupled with the power of inertia, he successfully repelled Polly

At this moment, a green energy surged out of his uncle's body and penetrated into Polly's body, healing his body that had not suffered much damage.

Although the uncle didn't know what that green color was, it did not affect the pride on his face at all. However, this expression did not last for a few seconds. The next moment, he let out a miserable scream and covered his abdomen:

"Ahhhhhhhhhh what have you done you dirty bug, what have you done"

He screamed with a pale face, and veins popped up on his forehead either due to pain or anger. As the pain slowly disappeared, he roared with fire in his eyes:

"Today is your death day, ant"

Looking at his roaring uncle, Polly was still sighing in his heart. He originally thought that level 1 q would be effective, but he didn't expect that the time was too short, so he calmly added the remaining skill points to q, causing q's damage improve again

At this time, the roaring uncle rushed over again, waving his fists without any rules and yelling, as if to cheer himself up.

Polly was unusually calm. While dodging, he did not forget to punch back a few times, but these punches had no effect, so they were not painful or itchy to his uncle. There was only an occasional green light that his uncle thought was useless. .

Just as his uncle was fighting more and more energetically and his fighting spirit was getting higher and higher, Polly ducked out of the way and unexpectedly activated Q again. The level 2 fatal effect was given to this fat middle-aged man for the first time.

His movements froze, and he seemed to have fallen into a dream. Then he let out a scream like a slaughtering pig, which was more terrifying than any other person's voice before, and he kept rolling on the ground.

Polly ignored him and looked at the man rolling on the ground silently, expressionless.

When the man was almost rolled and in a mess, Polly's penis had cooled down again. He looked at his uncle who was slowly getting up. He was breathing heavily and his face was pale, but the escape in his eyes was still strong.

Polly sprinted over again, punched out with a gust of wind, and finally stopped a centimeter in front of his uncle's eyes.

Polly asked:

"Surrender or die"

The uncle momentarily remembered the pain that had just penetrated into his bone marrow, and he immediately answered:

"I surrender, I surrender, no more fighting, no more fighting"

At this moment, he really lost the fight. When the fist stopped in front of his eyes, the pain seemed to emerge on its own, like a conditioned reflex.

He knelt on the ground, his eyes blank, as if he was waiting for his judgment to come.