The fire dissipated and the gangsters stretched their necks to try to find the body.

A white shadow suddenly rushed over, it was Anqiluo wearing a bone armor.

This time, An Qiluo had no intention of shooting the other party. He swung the long bone stick in his hand and smashed it directly on the shoulder of the gangster who fired the RPG just now.

Even in anger, he increased his strength a little.

I was careless just now and didn't dodge the RPG and took a real shot. Although it did not cause any harm to him, the smoke and dust that aroused choked.

"Young man, don't talk about martial ethics! That's good, this is not good..." He murmured in his mouth as the language on the other side of the ocean that the gangster couldn't understand, and a stick flew up in his hand.

“Ah~”

"My hand is broken!"

"Run!"

The collapse began with the screams of the gangster leader. An Qiluo hit the opponent's arm and directly broke the opponent's arm to the ground, and a large piece of flesh on his shoulder was torn off.

He was invulnerable to swords and guns, and was covered in bone armor, and was chanting the devil's spells - because he couldn't understand, he was understood by the gangsters as the devil's language.

Andro vented the depression in his heart, and the strength in his hand was consciously controlled and reduced.

He didn't need to kill all these people.

After breaking up these gangsters, Andro just chased and broke the legs of several people, and continued to start his itinerary. These people are just characters under the gangsters. If they can't make a decision, there is no need to waste too much time on them.

"Alexei! I'm here!" Andro found the residence of the first gang boss, which was already heavily guarded.

Two modified armed pickup trucks were parked at the door, with heavy machine guns on each of them, and more than a dozen well-equipped militants stood at the door of the house.

Alexey is the largest illegal arms dealer in Hell's Kitchen, and the first person Anqiluo finds is a hard bone.

Hearing Anqiluo's shout, a tall Russian bald man walked out from behind the crowd with a cigar in his arms.

"What kind of pastor are you? It's you..." Alexey asked without asking, frowning. "The person who hurt me?"

A stretcher was lifted out of the crowd, and the one lying on it was the gangster leader who was the first to interrupt his hand by Anqiluo. At this time, the wound on his shoulder had been roughly bandaged with gauze.

"He shot me with RPG first." Anqiluo stopped, intending to give the other party a chance, "In addition, I am Pastor Rasma, do you want to believe it?"

Alexey suddenly smiled, smiling in extreme danger, "Although you may be a little special, but... who gave you the courage to talk to me like this!"

The next half of the sentence has turned into a roar!

"Open fire!"

With Alexey's order, the heavy machine gun began to spit out flames of people sucking at the muzzle, and the bullets swept towards Anqilu like a light whip, and the rest of the gangsters also started shooting with the guns in their hands.

The house across the road was swept by the other party's bullet whip, leaving a series of dense bullet holes on it, almost cutting the building in half.

At Anqiluo's speed, it could have been avoided, but...

Yes, but not necessary.

He wants to beat these bastards directly!

In the horrified look of the gangsters' terror, An Qiluo stepped forward with the bullets of the heavy machine gun. The gangsters' terror only mechanically pulled the trigger.

Twenty meters.

Ten meters.

Five meters.

...

Until Anqiluo raised his hand and smashed the leg of the machine gunner on the armed pickup truck, the wailing sound of the machine gunner curled up on the ground woke them up.

An Qiluo swung his stick and rushed into the crowd.

In an instant, crisp sounds of fractures and wailing sounds sounded in the crowd, and occasionally one or two gunshots were mixed.

But these are all useless struggles. Anqiluo is like a demon coming to the world. When the stick in his hand is slightly touched, it will cause a broken tendon and a broken bone.

When passing by the gangster leader before, An Qiluo "accidentally" cut off his other arm.

"Hey!" When the calm was restored on the spot, Anqiro stepped on Alexey's arm and asked him with a smile, "Brother, do you want to believe in religion?"

Alexey's face looked extremely ugly, "Since you win, take whatever you want, don't humiliate me!"

He didn't believe it, so he crawled over and asked him if he wanted to believe in that Rasma religion!

The world of extra law is that simple, winners take all the big and small, and losers have nothing.

An Qiluo shook his head impatiently. He found that he really couldn't speak well with these gangs. He exerted force under his feet, and a crisp sound of fracture sounded, "Do you want to believe in religion? If you don't believe it, you will beat you to death!"

Alexey was also a tough guy. Although he was so broken that he was sweating coldly, he didn't even make a muffled groan.

"That's it?" Alexey gritted his teeth and endured the pain, "Then I believe it!"

Those who know the times are heroes. Since the other party has no intention of killing him, why bother seeking death by himself?

Only then did Anqiluo take his feet off the other party's arm with satisfaction and said with a smile, "Then remember to report to Rasma Church tomorrow morning. You need to repent. By the way, don't forget to bring a million repentance fee, otherwise I will come to you."

After saying that, Anqiluo estimated the time and was about to go to the next house. He was about to turn around and be about to leave when he suddenly thought of something and turned his head and said to Alexey.

"That's right. Everyone is civilized, so why bother fighting and killing?"

After saying that, he turned around and left the street, leaving only Alexey who was crying but not crying.

Looking at the subordinates lying all over the ground, he is called a civilized person? They call him not to fight and kill?

He suffered heavy losses tonight. Except for the unlucky man who lost his arms, these hottest players are his core strength and must be cured. There are no people around him who can use them with confidence in a short period of time. He can only hope that Anqilu can do the other gangs like this, otherwise it will be dangerous if someone attacks him!

...

On the other hand, Anqiluo's progress was unexpectedly smooth.

Whenever he went to a new gang, the other party not only did not waste a shot or an ammunition, but also cooperated extremely well and stood at the door of his house to greet him personally.

Before he could speak, the gang bosses took the initiative to speak.

"Believe! I believe! I have been a loyal Rasma believer since I was a child. Long live Rasma!" The gang bosses' answers seemed to be consistent, surprisingly consistent.

An Qiluo looked at the gang bosses as if he had seen a ghost.

Where is your dignity? How did you become the boss when you talk with your eyes open and you have been loyal believers of Rasma since you were young?

Don't you, damn fart! Rasma is not a god at all! I am the priest Rasma, the necromancer! If you don't believe in Rasma, who the hell knows what the hell Rasma is?

Looking at An Qiluo's shocked expression, the gang boss thought he was not satisfied and quickly stated that he would gather at the church door tomorrow morning with a million confession fee.

Since the other party said that, An Qiluo naturally had no reason to attack them again.
Chapter completed!