In the free wizarding world, gun battles happen every day

Weston held the Black Star Pistol hard, and the huge force made Weston's fingers turn pale and bloodless.

It would be abnormal to say that you are not nervous.

After traveling through time, Weston only completed one secret realm dungeon, and it was a simple dungeon with the difficulty level of the novice village.

Suddenly entering the hidden secret realm, Weston could not be nervous.

Although he has the magical skill of resurrection to fight to the death and make a comeback, this skill is not omnipotent.

In my previous life, when I played Borderlands, I kept falling down and standing up, doing push-ups, and was surrounded and beaten to death by monsters, not just once or twice.

Weston naturally knows better than anyone else that this skill is powerful, but it is definitely not invincible.

Now, Weston regrets very much why he didn't just make the second pistol in the past two days.

With two guns, he can activate the gun madness skill, and he has the confidence to kill everyone in this hidden secret realm.

No matter how much Weston regrets, there is no regret medicine for Weston to take now.

As the countdown started, the spatial rift in front of Weston squirmed crazily.

The Cursed Rot Dragon God, whose divine power was stolen by Weston, has sent its cavalry to kill Weston, the shameless thief of divine power.

[The countdown to the opening of the secret realm is 10, 9...3, 2, 1. 】

[The Evil Dragon Altar of the Hidden Secret Realm Cursed Dragon God is opened, please fight wizards to prepare for battle. 】

As the countdown reached zero, the space crack trembled as if it had been held in for three days and three nights, and suddenly it found a fat man sitting on the toilet.

In the center of the blooming chrysanthemum, black wind spurted out and swallowed up the small private room in an instant.

Weston, who was in the center of the room, became blind the moment he entered the hidden secret realm.

"What's going on? Why did the black dog from the Discipline Department come to my territory!"

Erlu had just finished presiding over tonight's game. He was sitting contentedly on the comfortable sofa chair on the platform, watching the spectators in the various viewing seats of the arena gradually leaving. He picked up the cigar and took a deep breath before spitting out a perfect column of smoke. .

However, just as Erli was enjoying his wonderful moment, a subordinate came over and whispered something in his ear.

After listening to his subordinate's report, Erlu became furious and stood up from the sofa chair.

The cigar was also thrown to the ground by Erlu, and his huge feet stepped on it. After crushing it in a circle, the cigar had been tortured to pieces.

"When did the black dogs from the Discipline Department come? What are they doing?"

"Half an hour ago, after the black dogs arrived, they surrounded Room 9. The game was about to end and the audience was about to leave. I asked our people to wait until the audience left. Say it again."

"You are right. No matter what you do, the audience must not be affected."

Erli was very satisfied with his subordinates' actions. He knew the priorities and was worthy of being a capable subordinate that he relied on.

But thinking of Private Room No. 9 surrounded by black dogs, Erli frowned.

"Are there any distinguished guests coming tonight? Who is in private room No. 9?"

Today is just an exhibition match for newcomers. It has good appeal to the audience of low-level professionals, but those old spectators are not very interested in a group of newcomers and rookie drivers, and most of them will not come to watch this kind of match.

"Boss, this is the weird problem."

The subordinate who reported the situation to Erlu whispered with a strange expression.

"I asked the service staff below, and they said that Quenge arranged for a guest with the ticket you sent to go to the private room No. 9."

"Qui Eng, he's not going on a delivery mission tonight..."

Halfway through his words, when his subordinate nodded in response, he immediately understood the strangeness of the matter.

Someone pretended to be one of his subordinates and tricked a guest who had given away the ticket into a private room, and then attracted the black dog.

The old man has become a master, although his head is made of steel, his brain is still very bright.

Someone is up to something!

What is the purpose? Who is targeting you? Or there is another plan!

The guest who holds the ticket he gave away... Weston...

Damn it, it's targeting the gunman under Mike...

How could someone spend so much effort targeting a small entry-level D-level double-gun ranger?

Erli walked down the platform quickly and stepped into the elevator from the platform to the ground. At the same time, he took the witchcraft communicator sent by his subordinate and dialed a familiar number.

"Maike, it's me!"

"what's up?"

Mai Ke seemed to be busy with something important. He didn't say much and asked briefly and concisely.

"The gunman you brought to me two days ago was tricked in my arena tonight. The scene has been surrounded by black dogs that smelled the smell. I am on my way there."

On the other side of the communicator, Mike replied briefly after a moment of silence.

"If he is dead, hand him over to the Department of Discipline. If he is alive, ask the Department of Discipline to hand him over. If there is any problem, ask the Department of Discipline to come to me!"

"Okay, leave it to me. I'll handle this."

Erli rubbed the veins on his palms that were beginning to knot up and grinned excitedly.

The prosthetic head made of steel and metal is actually able to clearly express this grinning expression.

The magic of witchcraft technology is evident.

The communicator hung up, and Mike left Weston's life and death in Erli's hands and continued to go about his own business.

And Erlu strode towards the direction of private room No. 9.

Walking more than ten meters away from the factory building where Private Room No. 9 is located, Erlu stopped and looked at the opposite side with his cold electronic eyes.

And behind Eli, from the shadows in every corner, Eli's subordinates kept walking out one after another.

Erli's subordinates walked behind Erli and stood up according to their positions. As time went by, more and more riders and mechanics gathered behind Erli.

The car and mobile phone repairmen all had tools in their hands, their eyes were cold, and they were ready to fight the black dogs of the Discipline Department at any time.

Near the No. 9 private room, soldiers in black trench coats and uniforms were under martial law surrounding the factory. They pulled their guns and loaded their bullets, ready to shoot to suppress the situation.

Erli stood there, turning a blind eye to the dangerous behavior of the black dog on the opposite side loading the bullet.

After the situation was deadlocked for more than a stick of incense, Erlu's capable subordinate came over.

"Boss, all the spectators have been evacuated, and the fighting arena has been completely sealed off."

"But I received news from brothers in the city that there were incidents of sacrifices by the followers of the evil god in several places tonight. All the black dogs were dispatched. In the space cracks opened by the crazy suppression of the sacrifices by the followers of the evil god, those who ran out monster."

"On the contrary, the situation here is the mildest."

"Evil God, which family is causing trouble?"

Erulxie glanced at his subordinates and asked.

"It's the Dragon of Destruction sect. Tonight's sacrifice ceremony is all aimed at the Dragon of Destruction."

"These are all crazy people who think about the answer. After this incident is over, I will slowly settle the score with them."

Erli snorted coldly, raised his feet, and strode towards the cordon of the black dogs of the Discipline Department in front.