I Became an Anonymous Boss

With five fingers locked on the heart, the two wrestlers screamed, their teeth full of sharp fangs.

The demon withdrew his hands, two hearts were beating in the palms, and they were crushed into pieces with the five fingers close together, scattered into gray-white ashes on the ground.

Blood gushed from the chest wounds of the two corpses, dyeing the carpet even more bright red.

Shirataki took another step forward, raised his face, took off his hood, and looked at the transparent window on the top floor across three floors.

1 minute ago, the shock had already reached everyone's feet.

Twenty seconds ago, the sound of the door being broken was clearly heard.

Five seconds ago, two wrestlers died tragically in full view.

There's not much to say about that.

It's a dead end.

Jin Cheng, the master of the God of Fighting Style, had all his hair and beard stretched out, and his crown was full of anger.

Seeing this, a cadre became terrified, and said in a low voice, "He's the Heavenly Demon...he really came here."

"So what, he's alone! He's looking for death!" Another cadre roared, "Kill him!"

"Kill him! Kill him!" Other cadres also roared loudly, as if the number gave them a little more courage.

But before the conversation ended, a flash of lightning struck across a distance of tens of meters, piercing through the transparent vacuum glass layer, cracks spread like spider webs, and then the glass layer collapsed and burst, and at the end of the glass hole was a cadre roaring to kill , at this time his forehead was already blooming, a cloud of blue smoke rose above his head, red and white things overflowed from the wound, and he fell to the ground and died violently.

The demon threw the metal ammunition in his hand...do you think I can't hear you?

Last moment, the two or 30 people were on the verge of slashing their swords and fighting against each other, but at this moment when they faced a ruthless person who was much more vicious than them, there was only silence left.

Just like hell demons against a gun-wielding doom.

No one has been able to utter harsh words.

Because the bloody scene told them that this person did not come to die, but to kill...

No, kill the devil!

Group fights pay attention to momentum, and the silence on the scene represents fear.

They are not soldiers with lofty beliefs and soldiers who defend their home and country, but a group of violent criminal groups. Therefore, if you feel that you can't win, the next step will be a unilateral massacre.

Fortunately, the prestige of Jincheng was still there, he lifted the person beside him, as if grabbing a chick, and threw it directly downward through the broken glass window.

Witnessing this person's second metal headshot thrown by the demon in mid-air, he looked expressionlessly at the people around him and highlighted a word.

"on!"

There is no unnecessary nonsense, and the order is straightforward and harsh.

Going up is death, if you don't go up, you will die, but if you go up, kill the demon, maybe you can have a chance.

There is only one way for them to live, and that is to tear the youth in front of them apart.

No matter how stupid the other cadres were, they understood the desperate situation at this time, and their eyes gradually turned red, not bloodshot, but real blood red.

The blood stained the whites of the eyes, and actively awakened the power of the demon. Regardless of whether it was crazy or not, they all turned into inhumans, roaring and rushing to the hall below.

The one who rushed the fastest was a thin and small monster. I don't know if it lost fear after transforming, leaving only madness.

It went straight to Shirataki's direction, roaring in its mouth full of sharp teeth: "I want to kill..."

boom!

Bai Longhei pushed out a palm, the palm cut like a knife, the light of the knife broke through the waves, the floor in the center of the hall exploded, and a five-meter-long opening was split open, all words were drowned in the strong wind, and the split demon fell to the left , was trampled into meat paste by other demonized non-humans.

"Stop talking about the corpse."

"Too noisy."

Red carpet, light hall.

Shirataki stood alone, while demons danced in all directions.

The number is twenty or thirty, too many to be bothered to count.

When he was about to start, a pleasant bell sounded suddenly.

——The land is cloaked in deepest blue, The shadow of eagles across the moon?

The young man picked up the phone: "Crooked? Wrong than crooked?"

Chapter 330 VII

"Where are you?" Cui Minghuan asked while sitting on the hospital bed.

"Home." Shirataki said nonsense.

"Really? Then Gu Qingyi said that he didn't find anyone at your house."

"Then maybe I was sleeping."

"She knocked very loudly."

"I slept like hell." Bai Taki said casually, "Why, you lost the game and came to me for comfort? I don't think you are so fragile."

He smiled and looked to the left and right at the same time.

Surrounded by demons, he was still smiling, his tone full of indifference.

This easy attitude is naked contempt, and the group of demons who are dominated by madness can't stand it anymore.

"I said you..." Cui Minghuan was about to say something.

"Kill him!" A demon roared and rushed forward, roaring like thunder.

Shirataki stepped forward to meet him, kicked the devil's abdomen, and pierced his toes directly into the lower abdominal muscles. At the same time, he stomped down hard, and his intestines were also trampled into minced meat. It was shattered, and he slapped it on the head again. The two forces acted at the same time. The scene was like a watermelon under a hydraulic press...

Shirataki switched the phone from left to right, and wiped the blood foam from his hands and body on the curtain.

"It was too windy just now. I didn't hear what you said. Say it again."

"Why are you so noisy?" Cui Minghuan wondered, "I seem to have heard a lot of noise just now."

"Maybe it's being renovated?"

"possible?"

"Well, I'm actually playing a game." Shirataki said, throwing the phone up, and catching the arms of a charging demon with both hands. After a short wrestling, he broke the opponent's arm, and then shook his head. Hit it.

Head to head hits head to head, but an egg hits a stone.

The neck bone of this demon was directly shattered, and half of its head was smashed into its chest.

But it didn't let go of its hands, and still locked Shirataki's left and right arms. Seeing this, the other demons were ecstatic, and they didn't want to miss the once-in-a-lifetime chance to strangle, so they came to kill him like a horn.

Shirataki didn't pay too much attention to the attack of these demons, but raised his knees, lifted the fallen mobile phone up again, then jumped up on the spot, hooked his right foot upside down, and precisely kicked a demon's crotch. The chicken was fatally beaten, and at the same time, the hip bones were kicked into pieces. The force was so strong that it bleeds from seven holes and fell to the ground to die violently on the spot.

This tragic death made the other demons terrified, but Shirataki's attack was not over yet, he turned [-] degrees at an incredible angle, followed Chun Li to hang upside down, his legs swept across, and then Carp straightened up, turning over was a Foot tiger shot.

With a bang, the egg was broken and the devil died again.

It's like practicing kicking a ball, no matter what angle it is, it can be kicked accurately.

After all, eggs are also balls.

Shirataki caught the phone that fell after the third throw: "I just fought a wave of team battles, it was very exciting, and the phone dropped."

Cui Minghuan didn't believe it: "Are you playing a somatosensory game? Up and down? The vibration is so strong?"

"Women can play vibration, but men can't?" Shirataki said, "You don't know anything about new-age consoles."

He took a step forward, there were more than a dozen demons left, not many.

While on the phone, he tickled his fingers at this group of inhumans.

—Come on, God.

Cui Minghuan paused and asked, "I watched the video."

"Small video?" Bai Taki said, "You've reached this age too."

"I saw Heavenly Demon." Cui Minghuan said in a low voice: He is very powerful. "

"Indeed, he is handsome, chic and powerful, and the jade tree is facing the wind and the flowers are blooming." Bai Taki smashed the head of a demon with his bare hands, and the blood spattered half of his body. ..."

"Well, it's kind of disgusting."

"...It's wrong for you to take the opportunity to scold people."

"Hahaha." Cui Ming laughed and said, "Tell me honestly, where are you?"

"Sorry, I'm not an honest person, I won't take orders." Bai Taki stomped his feet: "You are a good girl, go find someone else."

"I'm not joking with you, I'm planning to go back to Qiantang..."

"You want to pull me to jump to the West Lake together?"

"I'm slippery."

"You fart, you jumped in by yourself, I remember it clearly."

"I want to go back and see Master Bai." Cui Minghuan asked: "It's almost a holiday, don't you plan to go back and see this widowed old woman?"

"My aunt..."

Shirataki shrank his neck to avoid a flying sharp blade, not far away was a demon holding a samurai sword swinging left and right, his whole body exuding black arrogance.

He squinted his eyes. This demon is relatively strong. He didn't see it clearly before. It has a high level of demon energy, probably at the level of a cannon.

...that's just a cannon.

Shirataki didn't go around with the other party, and picked up a broken table leg.

The lightning pattern strengthened, he gave up going around, and swiped a stick without saying a word, the thunder and lightning changed into chicken legs and hit hard.

The demon holds a samurai sword, laughs instead of angry, and holds a sharp blade. What can this piece of wood do?

Watch me split it for you!

He slashed down with a knife, and the moment the blade touched the wooden chicken leg, the current had already passed to the weapon, paralyzing his hands, and then with a sound of Duang, the sharp authentic famous knife directly bounced off his hands, and the force of the shock made him Unable to maintain his balance, he fell backwards.

And the chicken leg without mercy followed by a sweep across the face, and with a bang, the boy's brains exploded.

"What kind of knives are you playing..." Bai Taki threw down the wooden drumstick: "Wouldn't it be nice to hold two blunt weapons?"