The Mightiest Little Peasant

"Haha! This person is crazy! How dare you kill someone alone?"

"A person, isn't this a death sentence! I think 80% of them have a brain problem!"

There was a burst of laughter in the crowd.

The expressions of the gunmen were all relaxed, and turned to show a bit of contempt and ridicule.

Originally thought it was a massive attack by the Chinese people, which made them uneasy and uneasy, but now they found out that there was only one person who came, and they suddenly felt a sense of irony and laughter.

A person, even a cultivator, cannot be so powerful.

But now, they have thousands of gunmen, and in the building, there are nearly a hundred masters who are also cultivators.

Inside the building, there was also a burst of laughter, and the originally chilling atmosphere suddenly became relaxed.

On the top floor, Miki Goro laughed for a while after confirming it again and again.

The current Sanmu Building has gathered all the elite forces of the Sanmu Society, and there are nearly a hundred masters sitting in the town.

Obviously there is only one person, but he has to send a threatening letter in advance to make him prepare. This really makes him a little puzzled. Could it be... just to scare him?

80% is a lunatic!

He secretly said.

"Go on the order, try to catch the live ones as much as possible, it's really not good, kill them on the spot, don't let him run away!" He said coldly.

"Hi!"

Behind him, a man in black bowed, took out the walkie-talkie, and issued an order.

On the street, more lights came over and hit the figure.

He was dressed in black, with a straight posture and looked cool, but his face was a little blurry, like a shadow, so he couldn't see clearly.

This made everyone a little strange, but when they thought that this person might be a cultivator, they were relieved.

"Listen to the Chinese people in front, please give up your resistance and surrender quickly, otherwise, kill them!" One with long hair,

The man in black with pigtails held up a megaphone and shouted.

The figure stood there, not responding at all.

The man shouted again: "I'll say it again... Please give up your resistance, otherwise..."

However, as soon as the words came to this point, they stopped abruptly.

Bang!

With a short and sharp gunshot, a hole suddenly appeared in his forehead, and blood shot out. With the huge impact, he fell backwards and fell to the ground.

In an instant, there was a dead silence in the crowd.

"Tsk! There's a lot of nonsense, if you want to fight, fight, make a fuss!"

Tang Hao grinned and shouted. In his hand, I do not know when there is a pistol.

He also turned around casually, looking very relaxed and comfortable.

The crowd suddenly boiled.

Those Dongying people gritted their teeth one by one and let out an angry roar.

"Baga! Kill him! Kill this Chinese pig!"

"Shoot! Shoot them all and smash him into a sieve!"

With the roar, they raised their guns and aimed at the figure in front. Then, da da da piece, the muzzle spewed flames, intertwined into a dense firepower network, and poured out.

If it was an ordinary person, or a sloppy Taoist priest, I would have been scared to pee long ago.

Such terrifying firepower, even ordinary practitioners can't stop it.

But Tang Hao, without even hiding, went up to meet him directly.

Ding Ding Ding!

The bullet hit the light curtain, making a crisp sound, dense like rain.

This firepower, like a gust of wind, like a shower, raged wildly, but the light curtain was so thick that it couldn't be shaken for a while.

"Fuck!"

The gunmen were stunned.

What is he doing? It's like a tortoise shell, no matter how you break it.

"You bastards, shoot, shoot me!"

"Take the east, the west, no... transfer everyone to me and kill this bastard."

The commanders at the rear jumped in anger and roared wildly.

The order went on, and people from all over the world kept pouring in, all with guns, with expressions of indignation on their faces.

With so many of them, it's a shame that they can't deal with a Chinese person!

"Kill!" They roared, holding back their strength, vowing to beat Tang Hao into a sieve.

On one side, morale was high and the atmosphere was frenetic, but on the other side, Tang Hao had a contented expression on his face. He stood there with his hands down, motionless, and let the bullets pour in.

Every now and then, I yawn.

The group of Dongying people almost vomited blood when they saw it.

They were furious and their eyes were all red.

Under the continuous shooting, finally, the light curtain broke, and the group of Dongying people were ecstatic, and many people cheered.

But at this time, Tang Hao rolled his eyes and said, "What are you excited about, but you just destroyed one. Well, I still have one! One is not enough, right? I have more, you want a few more. ?"

With that said, another curtain of light opened beside Tang Hao, and then another.

One by one, the group of Dongying people were completely dumbfounded.

They swayed and almost vomited blood. One of them was already so difficult to deal with, and there were still so many. How could they fight? Is this guy really a turtle!

"Just now, I just borrowed your hands to test the strength of this thing. Now, you can die!"

Tang Hao said coldly, he didn't know when, but there was an extra RPG in his hand.

The group of gunmen looked stupid again, and their faces were dumbfounded.

Damn, is this a trick? Where did this guy get this RPG from?

Before they could react, the rockets came, blasting a fire, and a violent shock wave sent a crowd of people flying.

In an instant, the situation became chaotic.

Tang Hao threw the RPG, shook his hand, and added two more machine guns, shooting wildly in all directions.

Ahhh!

People kept getting shot and fell to the ground.

Bullets were intertwined, blood was spilling, and this street was completely dyed red with blood.

He is like a god of killing, mercilessly reaping his life, the gun in his hand, like a conjuration, keeps changing, and once the bullets are finished, they are thrown away.

The next moment, he was holding a full gun in his hand.

He is only one person, but his firepower is extremely ferocious.

The fighting lasted for three or four minutes, and there were corpses lying all over the street.

The rest of the people were finally terrified.

This he is simply a human-shaped arsenal, but there is another layer of shell, as hard as a turtle, how can this be fought?

However, they did not dare to escape, and could only spread out, relying on obstacles and stubbornly resisting.

Listening to the real-time report of the battle, all the people in the building fell silent, and their expressions became extremely ugly.

"Retreat! Retreat for me! Return all to the building for me."

As soon as Miki Goro knocked on the table, he roared frantically. Those eyes were already blood red.

His heart was bleeding.

These are all the elites of his Sanmu Club. If he really lost his life in the mass fire with the Huaxia people, he would not feel a pity, but now, there is only one opponent, but so many people died, he can't bear it at all.

"Give me an order and let the masters take action. Whoever kills this guy, I'll give him a billion, and it's dollars."