Dragon Race: My boss is Lu Mingze

"Hiss~ chug chug chug" the muzzle of the submachine gun spit out orange-red flames, and quickly poured out the bullets in the magazine.

Numerous brass-made warheads shot out in the tunnel, clang clang clang, and a row of bullet craters appeared on Xia Tian's side.

As soon as he got out of the car, he was shot by a round of fire, and the thugs on the other side were still armed with hot weapons.

Xia Tian was about to activate the speech spirit, when there was a burst of cold air from behind, and Jersey also came out of the bus.

The black shiny leather shoes seem to be filled with white smoke, and every time they step on the ground, there will be a creaking sound, as if he is not walking on the asphalt road in the tunnel, but in the icy and snowy North Pole. The snow, stepping on it, makes the same crunching sound.

"It's just a little guy, there's no need for the president to do it himself"

"Syndra, fuck it," Jersey ordered in a strange accent.

Covering your face in the summer, where did you learn this bitch speaks Northeast dialect?

Country love?

It's embarrassing.

Jersey walked up to the mob, and they raised their guns and pulled the trigger.

But it was useless, the muzzles of their five guns were covered with frost at some point.

There were five in total, not just the muzzle, but in the blink of an eye, the body of the gun and even the fingers were frozen together.

The only hot weapon was restricted, they roared, and rushed forward, speaking some random Japanese words in their mouths.

Almost all of them are holding a pair of sharp knives in their hands, which are sharpened on one side, are relatively curved, and are about 30 centimeters in length.

Needless to say, a group of people raised their swords and charged together with a bit of samurai spirit, and the momentum suddenly changed.

It's just that they don't know who they are facing.

The elite among the elite students of Kassel College, the vice president of the League, Jersey.

Countless figures flickered, and the masked warriors looked deathly as if they were at home, and the long swords were getting closer and closer to Jersey.

The man in black suit pants was unmoved, and the white mist under his feet was getting heavier and heavier.

He opened his palms, and seemed to be reciting some strange language in his mouth, which was obscure and deep.

This strange language completely inspired the power contained in his body, Ling Ling: Extremely Cold Land.

active state.

The surrounding air is gradually freezing and freezing, and many people on the other side are already shivering, as if they are charging towards the top of the mountain against the snow in the cold winter.

But it wasn't over yet, the chanting sound fell, and the white mist in the palm condensed, forming an ice-like awl.

There was a whizzing sound of piercing through the air, and transparent ice cones shot out one after another, the sharp edges were sharp enough to pierce the skin.

As the person in charge of this killing operation, Yamada-kun must of course be on the front line of the charge, but the moment the man activated his words, he had a bad premonition.

When everyone started to attack the opposite side, his footsteps gradually slowed down, and he slowly retreated behind everyone.

Sure enough, his premonition was right, countless ice picks shot at them, and the warriors in front fell down one by one, dying on the way to charge.

He shrank his neck, thinking that it's a good thing he didn't rush to the front, otherwise he would have been pierced with several transparent holes at this moment.

He landed on an unremarkable opponent, and just as he turned around, two ice picks pierced his back firmly.

The scarlet blood flowed down the cold ice cone, Yamada-kun felt that his back was very cold, and the blood flowing out was not warm.

It's a cold, viscous liquid.

Consciousness is blurring, losing is not wronged, this is not a human being, it is simply a superman
The women's group wore all kinds of costumes, but they were absolutely unambiguous when they were cut. Commander Syndra's silver armor was ignited by blood and turned completely red.

The group of people suffered a wave of heavy losses in the distance, and when they rushed to the front, they were even more desperate.

After being killed by a cruel man with words, at least he can comfort himself.

However, it would be too much to be stabbed one by one by a group of delicate girls, and you have to suffer from the destruction of self-esteem before you die.

Behind the overturned truck, a young man hid, drinking heavily.

The spirits entered his throat somewhat emboldened him, and he picked up an old cannon barrel.

His eyes were ferocious red, and the moment he pulled the trigger, he had already reached his limit. Although the man in the black suit was a little thin, he was surrounded by an unbelievable aura.

It made him feel: whether he followed the wrong person or not.

But it was obviously too late, the old-fashioned bazooka had already sprayed out, and at this moment, he kowtowed to admit his mistake, and he would probably be chopped down by those vicious and beautiful girls.

But something happened that made him even more desperate, "What is this, picking up rockets with bare hands?"

Layers of hard ice walls were continuously formed, the rocket launcher was detonated in advance, and countless shattered ice slags splashed everywhere.

But then, around the explosion area, thick white ice walls continued to rise, and finally there was only the dull sound of an ordinary firecracker exploding underwater.

Boo sound.

"It's gone, there's a ghost!" The young man ran out frantically, he couldn't believe that this scene was real.

But he didn't need to believe it. Immediately, with a whoosh, a silver-white scalpel pierced through the left chest.

He hugged his chest, and the crimson liquid soaked his clothes where he covered it with his hands.

Behind him was a pretty maid with silver hair in a maid outfit, holding a few silver-white scalpels in her hands.

It was the girl who cosplayed Izaya Sakuya, who used the same weapon as the anime character, and it was also a silver throwing knife.

Yuan Zhisheng was smoking cigarettes one by one in the back of the bus, he was helpless, he thought he could have some fun, but he didn't expect these guys to be really perverted.

Receiving the bazooka empty-handed. This level of eloquence is worthy of being the future heir of the Bourbon family.

Obviously, Yuan Zhisheng's information is a bit outdated. As early as in the Liberty Day competition, someone had already used five bursts of super-firing rockets, directly crushing the field so that no one dared to stand up.
Compared with that, the students of Kassel College were actually not too surprised when they received a rocket launcher in their hands.

Especially those from the Student Union and the Lionheart Club, who haven't been through a few rockets, are too embarrassed to come out and brag.

He was melancholy and sad, but fortunately, the road was blocked, and now they must end this boring trip.

Then, there was a sudden explosion, which shook Yuan Zhisheng's little heart again.

"What kind of plane are you doing? Ah." Yuan Zhisheng was stunned, the big truck was abruptly moved to the side of the road by the gang of psychopaths.
The empty truck is only five or six tons, and these crazy people may really be able to lift it up, he...
Yuan Zhisheng could already foresee what a miserable afternoon it would be.