Reborn as the God of Death and became the Captain of the Ten Blades

Brother Xiong reacted immediately and looked up, only to see two figures appear in the door at some point, they looked very young, one of them was of medium build, about twenty years old, of medium build, with a relaxed smile on his face.

The other one was a little younger, dressed in white. What impressed him most was the pair of dark green eyes, which made him feel cold. He was now behind him.

"Who are you and how did you get in?" Brother Xiong said sternly, asking two questions in rapid succession.

He knew everyone in the branch, including the captured piglets, thanks to his extraordinary memory.

He reached into his trouser pocket and silently pressed a button.

Li Chuan ignored him, looked around, and walked towards Mark.

The three men nearby only reacted at this time, and their first reaction was that the person came with ill intentions.

The burly man pulled out an iron rod from his body and swung it towards Li Chuan. His gestures were quite skillful and he was about to attack him.

The next second, a head flew into the air, and the splattering blood blocked everyone's view. "Bang~" the head sank into the wall, and a vicious expression was frozen on the face, vividly, and the bright red blood flowed down the wall.

With a "thump", the headless body fell to the ground.

Ulquiorra clenched his fists, not a drop of blood on his hands: "I didn't control my strength well." His voice was flat, without any fluctuations.

Everything happened in an instant. Everyone present was stunned, with expressions of horror gradually appearing on their faces.

Brother Xiong's heart skipped a beat. Could it be the police? Impossible. If it was the police, the news would have been leaked long ago.

Li Chuan walked straight to Mark. Mark's mind was blank now, with only one thought in his mind: "Murder, murder..." Looking at the head on the wall that was still lifelike, he trembled violently and almost fainted.

The light in front of my eyes dimmed, and it turned out to be a strange young man.

"Are you Mark?"

Mark had lost the ability to speak. He kicked his legs repeatedly on the ground with fear in his eyes.

Li Chuan frowned, and Mark suddenly had a clear mind, and he quickly answered, "Yes, yes, yes."

"How about we make a deal?"

Mark didn't understand and nodded quickly. What kind of place is this? How could such a thing happen? If he had known this, he would not have left Shangjing. He was immediately filled with sadness.

"Brother, no matter how much money you want, I will give it to you. No matter what you ask me to do, I will agree to it." Mark begged.

"Okay, I'll rescue you and I'll live in your house for fifteen years, how about that?"

That's it? After hearing this, Mark's hope was rekindled: "Don't even mention fifteen years, I'll even give it to you."

"Snap." Li Chuan snapped his fingers quickly: "Deal."

"Ulquiorra."

"Yes, Wang...Brother."

"Take him with you."

Ulquiorra stepped forward and saw the handcuffs that restrained Mark. In Mark's incredulous eyes, he gently pinched the handcuffs with two fingers. With a "click", the handcuffs shattered in an instant.

The three of them left the room as if no one was around.

"Tram...tram...tram." A series of heavy footsteps came from afar, and the people in front were holding machetes and sticks.

When they saw the headless corpse and followed the bloodstains to the head on the wall, they felt a chill in their hearts. Their originally fierce eyes suddenly became gentle, and they subconsciously took a few steps back. These people usually bully the weak and fear the strong, and when they really encounter blood, they are not much better than ordinary people.

Brother Xiong now wanted to kill Wang Bo. It was obvious that these two people's target was Mark, and he glared at him viciously.

Wang Bo was so scared that his soul left his body, and he begged for mercy: "Brother Xiong, I don't know either. I really don't know."

Now is not the time to settle scores. Brother Xiong knows this clearly and says loudly, "Let them go first." His men understood and made way for a passage. Until the end, no one dared to launch a sneak attack. Before they knew it, most of them felt a chill in their backs.

Seeing Li Chuan and the other two walk out of the room, he quickly went upstairs, opened the closet, and fumbled out a submachine gun. He felt safe again and felt relieved. He didn't know how the other party cut off their heads, but he absolutely could not let them leave here alive.

He had fought hard to gain this stronghold. Thinking of this, the fear in his eyes was replaced by viciousness.

"The magic of ignorance is that it is above reason, yet is also directed by reason," Li Chuan said at this time.

Ulquiorra turned around, his dark green eyes devoid of any emotion. Mark didn't understand why, but even though it was night, he could still see the thin young man on the tall building, in a strange posture.

When I looked closely, I was shocked to find that it was a gun.

Brother Xiong laughed hysterically and arrogantly: "Go to hell." After saying that, he pulled the trigger decisively.

At the same time, Ulquiorra took a step forward and pushed forward with one palm. In front of the bullets whose trajectory was completely invisible, they looked like ants crawling in his eyes.

After a burst of crazy output, doubt appeared in Brother Xiong's eyes, but there was no blood splatter as imagined, and the three people were still standing there intact.

Suddenly, his whole body shook, his eyes gradually lost their luster, and his whole body slowly fell backwards. The huge hole in his chest was shocking.

Mark just saw a scene that he had only seen on TV dramas. Dozens of bullets stopped abruptly in front of the green-eyed boy, solidified in the air, and then lost their power and fell to the ground.

What was going on? The scene before him shocked the concepts he had built up since childhood, and they were instantly shattered.

"Plop." He sat down on the ground and kicked his feet backwards. The two people in front of him were even more terrifying than the ones he had encountered before.

Li Chuan saw this and didn't take it seriously. He said patiently, "Mr. Mark, don't forget our agreement."

After hearing this, Mark's heart was pounding: "Brother, I'll give you the house." He made up his mind to move immediately, or go abroad at worst. These two strange young men were too scary.

"No, but I have a request."

Mark’s throat was dry, and he swallowed hard: “You say.”

"I haven't thought of it yet."

At this time, there was a commotion coming from the villa. They were on night shift and the lighting was dim, so they couldn't see the bullets. However, after hearing the gunshots, they saw three people on the opposite side standing there unharmed. Puzzled, they went up to check and found Brother Xiong's body.

Ulquiorra stretched out his right hand and made a hand seal: "Fifty-fourth of the Hado? Waste Flame."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a loud explosion and green flames shot up into the sky. The scorching fire waves swept around, and before long, the area that was originally a small building became bare.

Mark stood there woodenly, with an inexplicable emotion on his face. Suddenly, his eyes became fierce, and he came to Ulquiorra with strength from nowhere. He grabbed his collar in front of Ulquiorra's surprised eyes and said, "Asshole, do you know what you are doing?"

His eyes were filled with bloodshot anger, and he had completely forgotten the fear he had just felt.

"No matter how evil they are, they still need to be punished by law. Besides..." At this point, he became even more angry: "There are still many victims out there, and they are all innocent people."

Just as he finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his body, his mind went blank, and his body flew backwards, breaking several tree trunks before he came to a stop. He collapsed to the ground like a deflated ball, emitting a deathly gray look.

"You should thank the person who just hurt you, otherwise you would be dead." Ulquiorra slowly walked in front of Mark, his hands in his pockets, his face expressionless.

"You...are...demons." Mark used up his last bit of strength to turn his head and look at the now barren open space.

There were so many vibrant lives just now, but like a dream, they were all gone.

"Poor human, you can't do that, but you can use anger to do extraordinary things, lose your mind, and let yourself retain some beast instincts? In fact, you are vulnerable."

"Useless pity, the weak trying to warm each other up? That's all."

Ulquiorra was also confused. How could such a person be noticed by the King? Was he worthy? Any low-level Hollow in Hueco Mundo could kill an ordinary human in front of him. He had confirmed repeatedly that the other party was just an ordinary human.