"Have Yang Jia found the core of the rotten kingdom?"

Outside the rotten kingdom, everyone raised their heads and stared blankly at Yang Jia displayed on the billboard. Even the picture seemed to be very spiritual. A close-up was cut, which made people clearly see the inadvertent smile on the corner of Yang Jia's mouth.

An indescribable shock arose in my heart: "I was actually found so smoothly by her..."

"Damn it, in this way, I'm afraid none of us can stop her from inheriting the contract of the old president?"

"Are we really going to be ready to follow such a young woman?"

“…”

Unbelievable distracting thoughts surged in everyone's hearts, and suddenly some thoughts that made them extremely resistant. If Yang Jia inherited the contract of the old president, then the strangers in Heimen City would have no other way except to hide in the arms of the Black Forest Biological Laboratory, because Yang Jia would inevitably open the safe and take out the thing found by the old president...

And her behavior is very likely to cause the re-communication of the Hell Organization.

No one wants to face those lunatics again...

But, at this point, what can I do?

Many people even thought that if we were qualified villains, we shouldn't just watch outside at this time.

To stop her, you must do everything possible to stop her.

But everyone knows the truth, but who should stop her? How can I stop her?

Even if Yang Jia fails this time the mission of the rotten kingdom will only be counterattacked by the city and is expelled by the city's accident. However, with her strength and identity as a branded person, she will never be able to be directly erased. The consequence of this is that this woman will definitely find a way to come back. At that time, what the stranger in Heimen City will face is her revenge by any means!

Then, from which angle should I stop her?

The easiest way is to plot against those who helped her, especially the newcomer.

At worst, you can make plans to abandon a few abandoned children, let them kill the new man, and then send them to the Black Forest to avoid disaster.

But another problem arises...

That newcomer can really deal with it?

That guy looks even more terrifying than the Hell Organization...

Now when I hear about his mission, the newcomers are all unruly and would rather contradict the leader than go.

"Perhaps I can only pray that Yang Jia is not that strong, and the king of the rotten kingdom is not that weak..."

“…”

“…”

When this idea came to their minds, they saw that Yang Jia's expression became relaxed and he had already raised his gun.

Facing the deformed and bloated giant monster, she not only did not feel any panic or pressure, but she didn't even have the idea of ​​saying a word. While the gun in her hand was slowly raised, the air in front of her had become slightly distorted, and a translucent door frame appeared in front of her, and then her eyes collided with the flesh and blood monster's sight through the door frame.

The twisted monster looked at Yang Jia, and a cruel and cruel look appeared on his fat trembling face.

"Damn madman..."

"This is my territory, everything here is mine..."

"I want to tear you into pieces, I want to catch you and treat it as mine..."

“…”

His form has become so bloated that it is so strange that it is not even visible to any human being.

But there is actually a kind of logical thinking similar to humans in the voice.

With his anger, the entire rotten kingdom began to become shaking and distorted. The walking corpses connected by the blood vessels extended from his body and the strange flesh and blood began to roar to the sky, showing a ferocious look on their faces, and pounced forward in a commotion.

Boom...

The buildings on both sides were shattered by terrifying forces, and wriggling tentacles rose from the ground.

The fishy storm swept, and the blood storm surged.

Yang Jia felt the actual pressure, as if a person was facing a twisted world.

Then she narrowed her eyes slightly and hooked the trigger directly.

Without any delay or hesitation, facing this twisted everything, he just hooked the trigger.

A bullet rushed out of the chamber.

In an instant, he passed through the translucent door frame in front of Yang Jia.

And the moment this bullet penetrated the door frame, it suddenly gained a mysterious and terrifying power blessing. The kinetic energy of a bullet was already extremely terrifying, with the power to tear all flesh and blood. After passing through this door, this kinetic energy and terrifying lethality were suddenly magnified ten times, twenty times, or even a hundred times...

The spiral ripples formed by the bullet passing through the air are clearly visible in an instant.

It expands outward layer by layer, like a huge meat grinder.

The meat grinder even continued to expand with the bullets rushing forward, covering the entire street in diameter.

Hiss...

The sound of flesh and blood being torn into pieces was endless. The first thing to be torn was the human-shaped puppets controlled by flesh and blood monsters. Their bodies were as fragile as a layer of fluttering smoke, and they were instantly stirred into pure blood mist.

Immediately afterwards, there were blood-colored tentacles that rose from the ground.

No matter how strange the faces grow on their surface, the hairy barbs are sharp and terrifying.

But at the moment when the bullet ripples passed, everything was cut and then shattered, forming a ball of delicate sausage.

Then there was the fat and bloated monster of flesh and blood.

It was still holding a small pistol and preparing to shoot at Yang Jia, but it saw the bullet flying straight towards it.

His fat face also seemed to have a look of fear.

But there was no chance, the moment the bullet appeared, the expression of fear had been stirred into pieces.

From his fat and clumsy fingers, to his thick arms, to his huge body, then to his fierce and violent face, his brain with countless strange faces, to the terrifying massive amount of pain surging in his body, and finally, he even passed through it and directly destroyed the building behind him, representing the core of the entire rotten kingdom...

"Bang..."

There was only one loud noise, because all the sounds were squeezed and intertwined together.

In everyone's eyes, only a huge blood mist suddenly exploded and rushed to a height of 40 or 50 meters high.

Among them, you can occasionally see some broken limbs or dull faces flying from the blood mist.

The blood mist gradually dissipated, and the terrifying flesh-and-blood monster had disappeared, and even the building behind him disappeared.

Only a huge pit of more than ten meters deep appeared there barely.

Some residual rotten blood flows slowly like earthworms.

...

...

"thump……"

All the strangers who were looking at the big screen outside the Kingdom of Rot only seemed silent at this moment.

Only the beating of the heart is as heavy as thunder.

The stronger the thought in my heart just now, the greater the shock at this moment.

They even thought that perhaps Yang Jia’s strength is not as strong as everyone imagined, or perhaps the king of the rotten kingdom could really survive in front of Yang Jia after such a long time of fermentation, and even have the chance to release the distortion...

Now...

...Well, I really thought too much.

After a long time, the old man wearing a black top hat slowly took off his hat.

Pale hair, with unusually tired face.

He whispered to everyone: "Maybe, we're overthinking everything..."

"Since this little girl Yang Jia can be taken aback by Dante's organization and raised, there must be something we are not at.

"We were powerless to resist in front of the Hell Organization and couldn't help but think about fighting her..."

"But in fact, it's still just a joke."

"Whether we face the Hell Organization or her, we have no room for resistance or choice..."

“…”

This seems to represent an attitude, which makes the people around you silent and have a little more emotions.

Someone sighed softly and shook his head gently.

Some people just rubbed their foreheads helplessly, as if they were preparing to accept some kind of fate arrangement.

Ling Ping from the Red Eyes Club lifted up his crutch and rubbed it gently.

I thought to myself: "She said before that I was not at the level of needing her to force me..."

"...So these words are not humiliating me!"

“…”

However, in the silence that was also surging undercurrents, a trembling voice suddenly sounded:
To be continued...