Ultimate Pawn

Huang's house, the inner courtyard of the house.

Chen Zongheng has a leisurely look and a straight suit.

Wherever the leather shoes stepped on, the figure flew like a mountain torrent bursting a bank.

Strings of blood intertwined in midair, forming an unusually weird and gorgeous movement.

Chen Zongheng's figure shuttled among the black and overwhelming sea of ​​people, the posture of a single person, swept the entire sea of ​​people like a ruin.

Behind him, wherever he went... only the howls and the **** remains were left everywhere.

This kind of momentum is too majestic.

It was too shocking.

He is like a dancer.

Raising his hand, killing, blood flying.

However, no blood stains were left around his body. The suit is still pretty clean, and the leather shoes under his feet are still as bright as ever.

It was just the sole of the shoe, but it was stained with many blood stains.

He is an artist.

An artist who is obsessed with the art of murder.

Every action is like art, gentleman and refined.

Raising his hand and flicking his fingers, the figure flew across, blood running through.

Step by step, like entering the land of no one.

In the end, his leather shoes slowly stepped into the step gate of the back house of Huang's house.

And ahead, the endless sea of ​​people has collapsed in horror.

Although a large crowd of people is still blocking, everyone is...horrified and trembling.

Many people even bite the bullet and stand there because of... fear.

Some people have even had a nervous breakdown, their bodies trembling, and they fall back.

This man is really terrible.

The posture of one person swept hundreds of thousands of people.

This is not human at all.

It is simply a devil.

Standing in front of the steps of the deep house, Chen Zongheng looked elegant, took a cigarette from his pocket, and slowly lit it.

Here, it is the bottom of the Huang Family Residence.

It is also the last place of Huang's line of defense.

One step further, the entire Huang family’s coastal defense line collapsed.

He glanced around leisurely, and he seemed...with a hint of appreciation for the luxurious decoration of the Huang family's inner courtyard.

The pavilions are carved with dragons and wind.

The entire house is like a harem in the Forbidden City of the Qing Dynasty.

Indeed, it is a good place.

Worthy of being a century-old giant.

Chen Zongheng took a deep breath, raised his head, and continued to walk.

Ahead, the crowd of people... almost collapsed.

Everyone has scalp numb, and there is a feeling of courage being hollowed out.

The person in front of him is going forward?

They can't stop it at all.

The ground was already full of bodies, one body after another, howling miserably, the deaths and injuries were hard to distinguish.

In front of him, there was a huge crowd of people, and his legs were soft, and it turned out to be...regressive.

How can we stop this?

Basically, it's the praying man's arm to block the car.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Chen Zong stepped forward step by step.

"Chen Zong...!!!" At this moment, a violent roar suddenly came from the attic ahead!

A black submachine gun was slammed on the guardrail of the attic.

Huang Honghui's face was savage, he was carrying a submachine gun in both hands, and his eyes were blood-red staring at the figure in the suit below.

"Oh? You finally showed up."

Chen Zongheng below slowly raised his head.

"However, I came in, and you didn't take the initiative to show up, so I'm sorry. I can't keep your whole body." His voice was calm, his eyes were calm, and there was no mood swing in his eyes.

At this time, above the attic, Huang Honghui's fierce submachine gun barrel was already locked and aimed at Chen Zong.

"Uh...you still want to kill me? Today, I will let you see who killed whom?!" Huang Honghui's face is hideous, his whole person is like a crazy beast, he slammed the trigger of the submachine gun!

"Da da da da...!!!" Countless bullets burst out of the dark gun chamber instantly, piercing the air... and shooting frantically towards Chen Zong below!

Huang Honghui was savagely crazy, with a terrible grin at the corner of his mouth! At this time, he was completely mad! He even, regardless of the lives of countless members of the Huang Family below, fired frantically at the area below...no difference.

Below, Chen Zongheng's gaze was faint, and a silver ferocious dagger appeared in his right hand.

Weapon, Devil May Cry, now.

In the blink of an eye, the bullets of the submachine gun swept through like a torrential rain.

Indiscriminate attack.

"Puff puff......!!!" The bullet, like a rain of meteors, instantly penetrated the body of a crowd of people around him crazily.

Blood spattered and howled miserably.

Indiscriminate attack, wherever the bullet passes, blood is slaughtered!

Submachine guns, this kind of large-scale terrorist munitions, do not have any aiming points at all, aiming at a target area and shooting frantically, is its purpose.

This is a weapon of mass killing.

At this moment, Huang Honghui completely slammed his eyes. In order to kill Chen Zongheng, he did not hesitate... to massacre all the members of the Huang family who were protecting him.

As long as Chen Zong can die, what about killing some members of the Huang family?

Those members of the Huang family who died were deemed to have contributed to the family.

After the endless bullet rain swept through, a cloud of smoke and dust filled the bottom.

Bloody, miserable howling, bones everywhere.

But, when the dust is gone.

Among the corpses over there, a figure was standing there peacefully.

He stands tall and majestic.

He has a vertical and horizontal figure.

Stand alone, holding Devil May Cry.

Behind him, there seemed to be endless evil spirits surging, just about to get out of the cage.

Chen Zong stretched out his hand slowly and wiped the dust off the black suit.

Then, he slowly raised his head, looking through the endless dust and smoke, looking at Huang Honghui on the second floor of the attic.

"It's a pity, your gun can't hurt me." His voice was faint, and his eyes were calm.

Boom~! Above the attic, Huang Honghui's body trembled suddenly, his pupils widened, and he stared at the figure below!

how can that be?

One person, under the terrible heavy submachine gun shooting, can still be... intact?

Not to mention the casualties, even his suits and shirts did not have the slightest scratches or scratches.

Is he a demon?

"You...who are you?! Where did you come from?!!!" Huang Honghui was completely shocked at this time, his pupils widened, staring at the voice of the black suit below, and roared.

"Me? My last name is Chen and my name is Zongheng."

Chen Zongheng looked faintly, raised his leather shoes, step by step, slowly stepping forward, "I, come from hell."

Boom~! As soon as he said this, Huang Honghui's heart trembled violently again!

His pupils trembled with horror, it was... as if it was a depression and panic that originated from the depths of the soul.

"Pretend to be a ghost! Uh...give me to die!!" Huang Honghui looked completely violent and furious, carrying a submachine gun, carrying a submachine gun, and the hot and smoking gun bore sharply at Chen Zongheng, and once again raged and struck!

"Da da da da da...!!!" The violent bullet pierced through the gun and shook and shook in the air!

The rain of bullets and fire all over the sky, intertwined into an endless killing intent, headed towards Chen Zongheng overwhelmingly, killing violently!

Below, Chen Zongheng's figure still stood calmly, and the corners of his mouth... raised an arc.

‘Zheng. In his right hand, the silver dagger whirled lightly in an instant.

Devil May Cry, out.

Devil May Cry quickly passed by, turning into a silver afterimage. The speed is too fast, and the air is torn apart!

In front of him, the tracks of countless flaming bullets seemed to have been caught in advance by him, "Dangdang!" Devil May Cry swiftly waved like a lonely slaughter dancer.

Countless bullets in front of him were all smashed to the ground.

In the smoke of gunpowder, his figure stood tall.

Like a slaying messenger from hell.

He lifted his leather shoes and lightly stepped on his feet.

Whoosh! Chen Zongheng's figure soared into the sky like lightning, passing a vacant shadow in mid-air.

In the next instant, he appeared in front of Huang Honghui.

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