I have a magical world.

Quiet.

Absolute silence.

Yi Qinnong's slightly distorted voice came out of the phone's speaker.

Qingpa was petrified.

The big brother he was so proud of turned out to be just a dog of the "monster" in front of him.

In fact, strictly speaking, the eldest brother's eldest brother should be considered one of his own.

But just now, Chen Xuan used simple, rough and cruel methods to kill more than a hundred brothers in front of him, turning the entire garage on the second floor into a living hell.

Blood and minced meat were still flowing on the ground.

For an adult, blood weight accounts for about 7% to 8% of body weight.

An adult male weighing 70 kilograms has approximately 5 to 5.5 liters of blood in his body.

157 people, plus the two close bodyguards around him, a total of 159 people, no one survived.

Nearly a ton of blood flowed on the garage floor.

There was a lingering strong smell of blood and the stench of fresh organs floating in the air.

Anyone who is shot away as a human cannonball will not leave a intact body.

Unlike in the alley of the snack street, Chen Xuan still held back a little at that time.

At that time, it was mainly "killing".

But here, it becomes "explosive killing".

Cruelty, blood, terror, and ruthlessness have become synonymous with him in Qingpa's heart.

Hearing Yi Qinnon on the other end of the phone, he was convinced.

Chen Xuan asked with interest: "Is Qingpa yours?"

This question made Yi Qinnon pause for a moment.

There was a brief silence before his voice emerged again.

"Yes Master."

"He...is the leader of a gang I support in Naypyitaw."

“Part of my capital comes from Chiang Pa.”

Now that the matter has come to this, there is no point in hiding it.

Yi Qinnong simply admitted it frankly.

"okay I know."

"I destroyed the Qingpa gang."

"You shouldn't mind, right?"

"Anyway, you won't need these small affiliated forces in the future."

Chen Xuan's tone was very calm.

It seems that we are not in a bloody underground garage but in a park, on the roadside, or somewhere else.

"Everything is subject to your will, Master."

Yi Qinnon’s answer was as respectful as ever.

Disobedience to Chen Xuan will not end well.

Whether it was Yi Qinnong or Qingpa, more than a hundred lives were lost directly or indirectly at their hands.

Even if they kill people like crazy.

But compared to Chen Xuan, it still pales into insignificance.

A total of 159 people were killed within a few minutes.

Such a scene cannot be described as hell.

But the person who caused all this with his own hands still maintained his calmness and composure.

At this moment, in Qingpa's eyes, Chen Xuan was like Shura resurrected from the Nine Nether Hell.

He is not of this world.

Too lazy to say anything more, Chen Xuan hung up the phone.

Then he looked at Qingpa.

At this time, Qingpa's eyes were wide open, and his face was stained with a few drops of blood from someone unknown.

"Pfft..."

He suddenly knelt down.

His eyes became extremely empty.

"Why... why?"

His lips pursed, not knowing whether he was asking Chen Xuan or himself.

At this time, Chen Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Spatial perception was activated, and the figure disappeared from the place like a ghost.

The weapons and ammunition of the thugs were quickly absorbed by him.

Then he flashed into Yi Qinnon's secret arsenal and collected more than two hundred guns, as well as a lot of ammunition, grenades, remote-controlled bombs and other gadgets.

It only took a few minutes for Quan Cheng to complete the collection.

Then he slowly returned to Qingpa.

"This is no place for conversation."

"Let's go."

After saying that, he picked up his collar, and the next moment, he flashed and disappeared.

When they appeared again, they were back in the luxury suite on the 32nd floor of the Chiang Pa Building.

This is Chingpa's usual residence.

Those maids had fled in a hurry after Chen Xuan broke in and left.

I'm afraid they are calling for help in the building right now.

It is estimated that people from the Naypyitaw Police Station will arrive in ten minutes at the latest.

Chen Xuan didn't care about this.

He killed four to five hundred people in Nay Pyi Taw today.

The famous Qingpa Gang entrenched in the city will also be eliminated for this reason.

As the saying goes, if there are too many lice, they won’t bite you.

Even if you kill them all, there is no need to make a long speech.

He had already finished expressing his emotions about life and death during this period.

When Magtan City encountered a demonic disaster, tens of thousands of lives were lost.

Whether it is the garrison defending the city or the monsters coming like a tide, the most intuitive change brought about by the game between the two sides is that lives are withering like falling leaves.

People are adaptable.

For Chinpa, such killings were unacceptable and bloody.

But for Chen Xuan, who had seen big scenes and received extraordinary power, it was nothing.

It has to be said that Chen Xuan is gradually losing his humanity in some aspects.

But strictly speaking, he is indeed breaking away from the category of ordinary humans.

Ordinary people's minds cannot control extraordinary power.

Those superheroes in heroic comics are the best examples.

He casually threw Qingpa, who had lost all his energy and energy, and his body was as limp as a dead fish, on the carpet.

Chen Xuan turned around and came to the broken French window.

This is where Chiangpa eats and reads newspapers every day.

The view is extremely broad.

In addition, Nay Pyi Taw has fewer high-rise buildings and the terrain is relatively flat.

Standing here, you can overlook most of Naypyitaw.

Every time Qingpa looked out from here, he felt like he was holding Naypyitaw in his hands.

It is no exaggeration to say that he did this to some extent.

Until now, everything has shattered.

It's like a dream, suddenly awakened at the most beautiful moment.

The killing exposed the hollow nature of the Chiangpa gang.

His force was nothing in front of Chen Xuan.

Neither party spoke again.

Silence seemed to be the only melody in the scene.

Chen Xuan didn't speak because he didn't care, and he was also thinking about his next plan.

Myanmar is still too small.

Especially reflected in the economic aspect.

The bacteria thing actually looks bluffing, after all, the number of standing bacteria can be dispatched into the top thirty of Blue Star.

But the quality and combat effectiveness of the soldiers are really average.

The equipment is two to three generations behind the mainstream of Blue Star.

Junzheng axes are generally equipped with old-fashioned Mei weapons and Su weapons.

The civilian weapons are even worse. In addition to the two kinds of ordnance mentioned above, there are even those old goods exported by the Rabbit family in the early years.