Dozens of black people at the scene, in despair and fear, also fled towards the door of the bar, trying to get away from the killing scene.

But at this moment, the thick iron door transformed from the music box suddenly expanded and shot out hundreds of thick, rusty steel rods, quickly filling the entire bar space like exploding sea urchin spines.

boom--

Hundreds of steel drills exploded in all directions so fast that there were obvious bursts of gas explosions in the air.

The next moment, all the black men, including Leder, who was closest to the door, were pierced by sharp steel drills and pinned to the wall.

In an instant, except for the 'lucky man' who died immediately, most of the other black people who were still alive seemed to have fallen into a piercing hell, and they all cried, howled, and screamed with all their strength.

"Ahhhh! My belly!"

"Ooooh, it hurts, it hurts!"

"Help! Help! Someone help me, woohoo!"

"My legs! My hands! Ahhhh!"

"Fake, Fake, Fake, Fake! It hurts me to death!"

"God, please save me! Ooooooh!"

At this moment, a tall, thin and cold figure slowly appeared from the heavy gray fog inside the iron gate.

call--

The fog clouds dispersed, revealing a figure, but it was a handsome Chinese young man with a pale complexion and a ghostly temperament.

This is clearly the human form that Mu Cang transformed into.

Walking slowly out of the gate of hell, Mu Cang listened to the intermittent sobs that had been calling for 'God'. He grinned and immediately walked in the direction of the sound.

Pata ~ Pata ~ Pata ~

After a sudden sound of leather shoes stepping on a pool of blood, Mu Cang walked to the place and tilted his head slightly. He saw five steel rods piercing through his left shoulder, right chest, abdomen, crotch and left leg, and they were nailed to the wall.

The fat black man could not help but smile gently:

"How do you feel, Nig."

When the black man heard the question, he looked at Mu Cang slightly unconscious and muttered in pain: "God... Lord... save me..."

"Yahwei." Mu Cang tilted his head, "Unfortunately, I am not."

After saying that, he turned around, ignored the screams and cries around him, and walked out of the bar with a smile.

Behind him, the iron door gradually blurred and dissipated, regrouping and turning into a music box, falling lightly to the ground, waiting for the next curious person to open it.

Boom——

Gently pushing open the glass door and walking onto the asphalt road, Mu Cang looked leisurely at the Statue of Liberty in the distance shrouded in light, covered in green patina, and smiled: "What a coincidence, we came to the United States again, but here

The activity level of spiritual energy is...a bit low."

That's right.

The first time he came to this human world through the gate of hell, he clearly felt that the aura environment here was extremely poor.

Although it is not a gray-free realm without any spiritual energy activity, it is still worse than the Blue Star before the first spiritual energy recovery.

“There may be some superpowers, but their number will be very small and their intensity will not be high.

In terms of martial arts and fighting, marrow cleansing and blood exchange are probably the highest level."

Mu Cang slowly shook his head, "It's really a bad world, but... it's not worthless."

Feeling the negative emotions between the sky and the earth that were so thick and thick that they were almost boiling and roaring, feeling the resentment and hatred contained in them, he couldn't help but clapped his hands and smiled:

"The world of mortals is so miserable and the world is like a prison. Although these resentful emotions are not too much for me who have set foot in ancient mythology, one human world is not many, and ten million human worlds are particularly impressive.

Once you find the Raging Hell and the Nightmare Hell, take over all these millions of human beings.

Well, we also need to find ways to find traces of the fantasy clan. Their ability to freely transform information and matter is still worthy of study."

At this time, a rough shout suddenly came from the alley on the left:

"Hands up! Get down on the ground!"

Mu Cang glanced sideways and saw a fat, middle-aged white COP holding a gun in both hands and pointing it at him cautiously and nervously.

"Wow wow wow."

Mu Cang chuckled, "It's pretty fast, Sir."

"...Zizi...Kevin, how is the situation now?"

The white COP stared closely at Mu Cang without relaxing. He tilted his head and spoke to the walkie-talkie on his shoulder, "I am trying to control the suspect. I suspect he is carrying heavy weapons. Let's bring another brother over. It will be safer."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Suspect?" Mu Cang raised his eyebrows curiously, "What crime did I commit?"

"Huchi~huchi~"

The white COP took two rapid breaths, then stared and said, "Boy, do you know how many community reporting calls we just received? That's the Bat Gang's territory behind you, and there are so many gunshots inside. Are you fighting in Afghanistan?"

?!

After the gunfire stopped, there were so many screams, but in the end, only you came out intact.

Although I don’t know what happened inside, you must have something to do with it!”

With that said, he raised his gun and shouted again: "Don't let me repeat it again, now! Immediately! Immediately! Raise your hands! Lie on the ground!"

"Why are you so serious?"

Mu Cang chuckled and waved his right hand, "Look, you have a gun, but I don't, so what are you afraid of?"

"Huh? Wrong?!"

The COP looked at his clenched left hand and scolded him from a distance: "What's in your left hand? Open it quickly!"

"Oh~"

Mu Cang raised his clenched left hand, looked at it and said with a smile, "It's a little thing, if you want to see it, go ahead and see it."

As he spoke, he opened his palms, and then dozens of yellow-orange bullets fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

"this?"

The fat COP looked confused, obviously incomprehensible.

"Do you feel that the pistol has become lighter?" Mu Cang reminded with a smile.

"You?!" COP quickly flipped through the pistol magazine, but saw that there was not a single bullet in it. He was immediately shocked and said, "You...you actually changed the bullets away...how did you do that?!"

"that's not important."

Mu Cang touched his sleeves and smiled jokingly: "Take another look and see what's next to your feet."

Hearing this, the fat COP lowered his head involuntarily.

But he saw a gray-white brain appearing out of thin air on the wet ground between his feet.

This is...the human brain!

"Uh-huh..."

In an instant, the fat man COP's eyes rolled wildly, and then he fell to the ground in twitching convulsions.
Chapter completed!