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Chapter 112 Can We Be Friends?

Under the command of Yan Luo, a group of police officers hurriedly packed grenades into various combat bags, and then put them all on Yan Luo's back.

After about 10 minutes, the preparatory work was finally completed.

I saw a heavy combat backpack on the front and back of Yan Luo's body, a whole circle of tactical pockets on his waist, and a tactical bag on each side of his thighs.

Large and small tactical bags were stuffed with M24 handle grenades.

"The humanoid bomber program has officially started!"

"After I go out, you all lie on the ground! Don't be accidentally injured by bomb flying fragments."

Yan Luo put on the combat glasses of Falcon Wings, reminded everyone, and walked out with difficulty.

The weight of two hundred catties on the body is not a joke.

John said with concern on his face: "Rick, do you really want to play like this?"

Chen Liuliu on the side hesitated to speak, because she had no better way.

A group of believers looked at each other and said, "He is the Son of God! He is saving us!"

(Start praying!)

Yan Luo raised his arm, said OK, and told the police to open the gate.

The powerful and strange ice pick crackled and hit the iron door like popcorn, leaving a series of crater marks.

"Unlock skills, sneak in the dark!"

On the skill bar, the icon of Night Stealth is lit.

Yan Luo stepped out, and before the snowman who hid the corpse noticed, his figure disappeared into the darkness and disappeared.

Seeing Yan Luo's figure suddenly disappear into the night, Chen Liuliu immediately thought that this might be some kind of special skill, and his face was full of envy.

This level 14 newcomer not only has a lot of skills, but any one of them is a magical skill!

If it weren't for the fact that the shopping malls in Weird Space basically didn't have high-end goods above grade A flowing out, Chen Liuliu would have started to suspect that Yan Luo was a super krypton gold player.

At this time, Yan Luo, who was lurking in the darkness, unfolded his metal falcon wings and started the engine.

With the help of Falcon Wings, Yan Luo took more than 200 grenades and soared straight up, reaching an altitude of about 50 meters in an instant.

The talent of throwing appeared in Yan Luo's hands. He opened the combat backpack, grabbed an M24 handle grenade, pulled the bolt, and threw it at the snowman hiding the corpse.

"Boom! Boom!"

Bursts of fire and explosion sounded.

This kind of handle grenade with one kilogram of gunpowder built in is so powerful that the snowman who was unfortunately selected by the grenade was shattered in the explosion.

However, they didn't even know where the grenade was thrown from.

It can be said that the praying mantis catches the cicada and the oriole is behind, the strong has its own strong hand, and one B has another B!
Yan Luo turned into a humanoid bomber and flew around the police station clockwise. M24 handle grenades poured down on the ground like they don't cost money.

Under the night, Yan Luo had a bird's-eye view of the entire police station, accompanied by bursts of explosions, beautiful fireworks bloomed on the ground, and Geigeigei's strange laughter resounded through the night sky.

[Achievement of Thousand Demon Slash. 】

[Ordinary evil spirit killing progress: 267]


[Ordinary evil spirit killing progress: 275]


[Ordinary evil spirit killing progress: 355]

When the bombing lasted for about 50 seconds, Yan Luo stopped immediately, and controlled the Falcon Wings Mavii to land on the roof of the police station in a hurry.

At the same time, the combat glasses displayed red letters, and the energy of Falcon Wings Mavii was almost exhausted.

The timing is precise and just right.

Yan Luo didn't enjoy himself at all, and said with an unhappy face: "Charge for three hours, use for one minute, Falcon Wings Mavii is Xunla!"

At this time, more than half of the corpse-hiding snowmen around the police station were dead, and the threat had dropped sharply.

Before the incarnations of these evil spirits found him, Yan Luo continued to throw out the bombs in the combat backpack one after another.

The number of kills jumped rapidly, and soon exceeded 400.

Under the night, withered yellow lights fell on the messy streets, and the circuit failed, flickering on and off.

Under the attack of the humanoid bombers, there were not many corpse-hiding snowmen left around.

Yan Luo jumped down from the police station's rooftop more than ten meters high, using the last bit of energy from Falcon Wings as a buffer, and landed safely.

The only snowman hiding corpses around kept spraying ice pick bullets at Yan Luo.

Under the bulletproof helmet, Yan Luo's face was calm, and he used the falcon's wings to block the deadly position, especially the crotch.

I saw Yan Luo nonchalantly resisting the attack of the ice bullet, allowing the ice pick to pierce into his body, and even opened his hands in a welcoming state.

The passive skill Bloody Battle was activated, and after checking the injury in the eyes, the buff effect began to superimpose.

In the teammate channel, Yan Luo's health dropped rapidly, and he was about to enter a state of death.

Chen Liuliu's mood was extremely complicated. She knew that this perverted player at level 14 had started to use self-mutilation to recover his strange power.
As long as you self-mutilate, you will have a steady stream of strange powers. This skill is very abnormal.

But Chen Liuliu dared not play like Yan Luo, because the pain caused by the near-death injury reached its peak, and not everyone could bear it.

Outside the window, Yan Luo, who was bloody and bloody, was harvesting the snowmen hiding corpses everywhere against the attack, and kept laughing strangely in a happy mood. Under the night, he was more terrifying than evil spirits.

The onlookers in the police station had an inexplicable feeling, as if Xue who had hidden the corpse was the weak one, and Yan Luo was the evil spirit who killed without blinking an eye.


The whole town of Kechel was in danger, and the curse of the evil spirit was barely halfway through.

Next, the content of the second half of ghost stories will unfold quietly.

Moonlight, flustered~
In the underground entertainment city, the site of the Shamate gang is in a mess.

A patchwork man with arms all over his body and various internal organs hanging all over his body rushed towards Zhao Yongzhi with all his teeth and claws.

I saw that Zhao Yongzhi's fist with knuckles gradually ignited raging fire.

One stepped closer, with his left foot forward, and then with the help of the strength of his lumbar spine, he punched hard, and landed heavily on the strange patchwork man.

With a loud noise, under the attack of the flame fist, the patchwork man's body was torn apart and exploded.

I saw that it turned into pieces of burning human tissue again, and kept falling on the luxurious ground of the underground entertainment venue.

Even so, these pieces of meat are still moving closer together, trying to piece together again.

Zhou Yue stepped forward silently, grabbed a handful of exorcising glutinous rice from the inventory, and sprinkled it on the minced meat on the ground.

The minced meat that the Evil Spirit-Patchwork Man dropped on the ground began to smoke, then gradually became weak, and finally turned into a black mist and dissipated completely.

"It's done! Let's go and continue to search for the whereabouts of our dying teammates."

"Beautiful surgeon, please find out where that teammate is hiding."

Lin Ying in the back put her palms on the ground expressionlessly, activated her perception skills, and "auscultated".

The brain supplementary image was generated, and a young girl's childish voice sounded in a certain confinement room not far away.

"Can we be friends? I can tell ghost stories!" she asked.


In addition, Lin Ying also heard weak breathing, presumably it was the teammate who was on the verge of death.

The teammate was panting and seemed extremely nervous, and he didn't answer the little girl's question.

The girl took a few steps forward and the voice sounded again.

This time, however, there was an air of undoubt in her tone.

"Can we be friends? I'll tell you ghost stories!"

(End of this chapter)