I Became an Anonymous Boss

However, not only did he die, but he also entered the dissection room, and the worst part was that its parts were made into specimens.

Since the society is urgently paying attention to this matter, the officials selectively released some samples.

This further caused an uproar, and the evidence proved that the thing was not human.

Nanhan is now panicking at the social level, because the words of "cannibalism" left by Shirataki have been widely spread. In the process of research', but the interpretation of this kind of official language is 'although it cannot be confirmed, it cannot be completely denied'.

The anger of the people was terrifying. In just one day, the gymnasium of the Fighting God Stream had been overwhelmed by the angry crowd.

After the exposure, the fighting gods in various parts of Nanhan have fallen into an unprecedented predicament, and it seems that they have no way to recover.

However, the top level of the Dou Shenliu, who had received the wind from the beginning, had quietly started the transfer plan.

In Nanhan they are completely finished, but there is still a chance to make a comeback in other third world countries, as long as they have funds and manpower.

This actually helped Shirataki a lot.

Because it is not easy to gather this group of people to catch them all.

His original goal was to find Jin Cheng, the founder of the Fighting God Style, to ask the origin of the demon, and to eliminate the root cause.

But now this group of people will either fall into the hands of the Nanhan political organization, or they will escape and join together.

In other words, they must have gathered in the same place, and this place is located in a port.

There are many transport ships docked in the port, and there is a special gym disguised as a warehouse.

Although it looks like a warehouse, its interior is actually a complete building, and the warehouse itself is just an iron sheet covering the outer layer of the building.

This is the old base of the Dou Shenliu, and more than [-] people gathered here.

The leader is an old man in his 60s. Although he is an old man, he does not look old at all.

This person is like an old man who came out of a fighting game. Except for the wrinkles on his face and slightly gray hair, the bulging muscles under his clothes are more exaggerated than that of a young man, until he sits there, he has a kind of calm and prestige. horror.

The old man's name is Jin Cheng, the founder of the Fighting God Stream.

There is nothing to say about his past life. In the past, he was the black glove of the Nanhan chaebol, responsible for dealing with some dark affairs. It is similar to the self-made leader of Yingzhou Jidao, but he knows how to pack himself better. Bai went ashore, but fell short at the critical moment.

Naturally, his face was very ugly, as if he had eaten ten catties of Ollie.

What made his face even more ugly was that the people below were arguing non-stop, and you cursed at me sentence by sentence.

"It's all Jin Doou Kou's fault."

"It's fine for this trash to be killed, but it's still exposed."

"Jin Dooukou, this little boy, if he wasn't good-looking, who would recommend him to go out to show his face!"

No one wants to take responsibility, and no one is willing to face the reality of today. Seeing the prosperity, now only Feihuang is left. Everyone looks at each other and hates each other, and only cares about venting their anger.

"Enough!" Jin Cheng's face became more and more gloomy, and finally he couldn't listen any longer: "Shut up, you useless things!"

He slapped it on the table with one hand. The low table in the wind was nearly ten meters long, but it was immediately split into two pieces under his hands, the cracks extended ten meters, and the beautiful ebony wood was destroyed in one fell swoop.

The crowd under him immediately knelt down quietly, not daring to speak, and kept silent.

They didn't forget that anyone who dared to disobey the old man's words would have their spines smashed and thrown down to be fed to that thing...

Jin Cheng dropped the cigarette stick in his hand, and sprayed two puffs of smoke from his nostrils, with an uncertain expression.

"Nanhan can't stay any longer. Fortunately, the main assets are all abroad."

"Those things you did, as long as you check carefully, there is no way to hide them."

"The member of parliament has stopped answering my calls. No one can help me with this matter. I can't hold it down at all."

"The Fighting God Stream is over!"

He crushed a beloved antique jade ball in his hand, and the crushed jade was ground into powder in the palm of his hand.

"Listen to me, we are not done yet. Although the promotion in small countries has fallen short in recent years, there are still some foundations."

"Losing more than ten years of painstaking efforts and more than 20 years of planning is certainly abhorrent, but staying like this will not help. We are all ready to leave Nanhan tonight."

He slowly surveyed the crowd around him, his eyes were dark, and everyone trembled wherever he went: "Whoever dares not to leave or seek refuge elsewhere will die...Hallelujah is useless, and Jesus can't save you, I say of."

At the same time, there was a clap of thunder from the sky, and on a cold winter day, the torrential rain poured down, and the raindrops fell.

The thunder light illuminated Jin Cheng's gloomy face, and when everyone was about to answer, they heard a shaking.

Amidst the thunder, it seemed that some roaring sound was covered up, but there was no way to cover up the vibration. The whole building seemed to shake just now, and a conspicuous crack appeared at the corner of the wall.

"what happened?"

"earthquake?"

"Lightning struck the roof of the house?"

Jin Cheng's eyes were gloomy. He closed them, then opened them again, and said angrily, "No...someone came to the door!"

From the meeting room on the third floor on the top floor, the straight line distance is about 50 meters away from the main entrance of the warehouse.

The two gates made of poured steel were forcibly broken open, the steel brackets were scattered on both sides, and the broken parts hung and swayed, making an overwhelmed creaking sound, like the wailing of a dying beast.

It wasn't a vehicle or a bomb that broke through the two heavy steel gates, but a foot.

The owner of the foot slowly retracted under the watchful eyes of the gatekeeper, regained his footing and landed on the ground.

Outside the broken door was a young man in a black sportswear with the words 361° printed on the chest of the sportswear.

He stands in the rain.

The face is hidden under the hood.

The rainwater flowed down the black clothes, but did not wet them.

The running water reflected the thunder at the end of the gloomy sky.

The young man took a step forward slowly, and his figure tore open the water-colored curtain like sharp scissors.

He raised his face, and the lower half of his face under the hood was covered by a mask, which glowed brightly in dimly lit places.

The dark red fluorescent pattern is like the mouth of a ghost who chooses to eat someone, and it looks particularly terrifying under the flickering thunder.

The uninvited visitor sent out a greeting: "Damn you Marseille~ May I ask if this is the headquarters of the Fighting God Stream?"

Chapter 330

A sentence he said was a mixture of Japanese and Chinese, so naturally no one could understand it.

But everyone knows that this person is not kind.

Verbal teasing is meaningless at all, what matters is the strong sense of oppression he brings.

Under the dim light, the dark red fluorescence outlines the ghost's mouth, and the dark red pupils reflect silent fear and horror.

There were quite a few people guarding the gate, about five in total, not only armed with various weapons, but some even hid guns on their bodies.

However, the first reaction of these five people was all stupefied.

Anyone who saw a humanoid tyrannosaurus that could kick open an iron door weighing hundreds of kilograms would be stunned for a moment.

What's more, the other party's attire and temperament, although not wearing a kimono or a weapon, but no matter how you look at it, it looks like a samurai walking out of a Dahe drama, like a slayer in a brocade night walk in a martial arts movie.

So everyone's thoughts were short-circuited for a moment, and after the moment was over, Shirataki had already stepped into the warehouse, within ten steps of the opponent.

One of them finally came to his senses, let out a strange cry, swung the machete in his hand and dropped it.

With a flash of white light from the blade, before the weapon fell, his wrist was easily strangled, and then there was a crisp click, the wrist was broken, and the figure had no time to scream, and then punched him in the lower abdomen, a man weighing more than 150 kilograms It flew five meters like a balloon, fell from a high altitude and hit the ground without moving.

The others remained silent, and many of them were fierce fighters with murders in their hands, but when facing the real strong, they were as weak as babies.

Bai Taki didn't intend to kill either, these people are just ordinary people, not demons, since they are not demons, there is no need to kill them, just destroy them.

He took a step forward, and the other four retreated in unison.

"What are you hiding, go up!"

"proceed if you can!"

"I told you to go up!" One of them flew up and kicked an unlucky guy in front of him on the back. The kicked guy staggered and rushed towards Shirataki, waving the steel rod in his hand.

Hei Ying raised his hand, and slashed down with an unpretentious hand knife, splitting the steel rod held above the opponent's head in two.

"You've been fooled!" The man at the back was not surprised but delighted when he saw it. He took out a firearm from his pocket. It is too easy to shoot and kill a person from a distance of meters.

The thugs didn't deliberately aim, they directly pulled the trigger, and the bullet ejected from the gun chamber, bursting out a burst of gunpowder smoke. Along with the sound of thunder, the yellow bullet drew a straight trajectory and fell directly towards the center of the figure's chest.

After the gunshots passed, the black figure stood still, and no one could see clearly. He seemed to shake a bit, and he didn't seem to move at all.

"Shot?" muttered the shooting mob.

Ding...a crisp metal landing sound answered his question.

The black shadow opened his hand and dropped an orange-yellow metal ammunition. It bounced three or two times in a row and lay quietly on the ground, but it was so glaring and conspicuous that it frightened their eyes.

"Impossible, this is impossible!" The thug was so frightened that his gallbladder ruptured on the spot, his blood pressure soared to [-], he frantically pulled the trigger one after another, roaring to drive away the fear, how could someone catch a bullet with bare hands in this world?This is ridiculous!

He pulled the trigger, and the gunshots rang out one after another, just like that to empty the remaining bullets.

However, the black shadow just approached nonchalantly, spread out his hands, and the bullets fell from his palms, making a pleasant ding ding ding like wind chimes.

Bai Taki said calmly: "Unfortunately, if it is a large-caliber submachine gun, there may be a chance."

Inner Heaven and Earth formed its own body-protecting zhenqi, and its defense power was no less than that of a bulletproof vest. He actually knew that he only needed to hit the zhenqi in front, and didn't need to defend at all.

And at such a short distance, it is not difficult to judge the flight trajectory from the direction of the opponent's muzzle. Catching bullets with bare hands is nothing more than seeking a handsome guy.

Being handsome is handsome enough, and it's also because you don't need to use real skills to deal with this group of people.

He grabbed the two of them and pressed their heads towards the center. When the two heads touched together, both of them became dizzy at the same time.

And the last person was used as a throwing tool by him, grabbed his collar and threw it towards the main entrance of the building inside the warehouse. Amidst the roar, the gorgeously framed main entrance was directly smashed, and the figure flew in, falling like a broken doll on the red carpet. Carpet in the hall.

Shirataki walked through the gap in the main entrance, and was greeted by two fists.

The two gatekeepers are muscular and have a figure like a strongman. They have shaved heads and vests. They look similar. Their height exceeds [-] meters. The body shape that a class should have.

Regardless of whether the bones can support the body, it is just such a huge body size that an ordinary heart cannot continue to supply blood at all.

Therefore they are not human.

Shirataki could see the black energy lingering in his body, and the murderous intent flashed towards him.

The demon's left pupil glowed red, and he was short, grabbed the fist that passed him, and pulled it towards him. At the same time, he bowed left and right, with five fingers together, and the palm that was attached to the demon's true energy was as sharp as a razor, tearing directly After breaking through this layer of seemingly hard muscle tissue, and then going inside, penetrated the blood vessels, split the bones, and then clasped the weird organs attached to the heart with five fingers.