The Necromancer in American Comics

Chapter 72 Deterrence and Killing Chickens and Monkeys

The waists of the two men in suits were bulging, and it was obvious that there were guys.

But this is not important, what is important is that these two people touched his body as soon as they came over.

It's fine if it's a beautiful woman, two big men, how can he bear this, he went up and knocked them to the ground with two punches, and said with a bad expression: "What do you want to do?"

He stared at Reed with a slightly cold expression.

"It's just a necessary inspection, you don't think it's really that easy to meet our boss!"

Seeing Colin resisting, Reed replied coldly with confidence. At the same time, the gunman who had been ambushing inside the villa noticed the movement at the door, and ran out with a submachine gun in his hand, aiming at him.

"Ask you a question." Glancing up at the gunman who ran out, he looked at Reed and asked, "Your boss is indeed here, right?"

"Of course he is, and you, a yellow-skinned monkey, will also see him, but instead of standing up, you are kneeling!"

Reed said in a bad tone, as if he wanted to vent all the resentment and anger he had suffered before.

"That's good."

Colin said something plainly, ignoring the many gunmen surrounding him, and walked towards the villa.

Peng!
A shot went off.

The bullet hit the ground where Colin was advancing. A middle-aged white man with the appearance of a gangster elite pointed at Colin with a smoking pistol and said, "Stop, kid! If you still want to die!"

Colin paused slightly, glanced at the bullet embedded in the concrete floor, smiled, and continued to move forward at a constant speed.

The speaking white man raised his eyebrows, and without hesitation aimed at Colin's right leg and pulled the trigger.

Boom!
The crisp sound is like the sound of metal and iron.

The bullet did not hit Colin's leg as expected, bringing out a little blood, but fell to the ground as if hitting a steel plate.

The middle-aged white man who shot the gun shrank his pupils, and ordered decisively to the surroundings: "Shoot! Kill him!"

A dozen submachine guns fired at the same time, and countless bullets turned into a frenzy of metal and fell on every part of Colin's body.

Enduring the strange feeling brought about by the impact of the bullet, he continued to move forward. After the bullets in one magazine were gradually emptied and the gunfire gradually faded away, he raised his head and asked the middle-aged white man who gave the order to shoot first: "Is it over?" ?”

Some panicked gunmen changed magazines in a panic, wanting to continue the attack.

But the middle-aged white man who ordered it was determined in this round of attacks that this was not an opponent that their current firepower could deal with.

After yelling at the gunmen under him to put away their guns, he took a deep breath, looked at Colin and asked, "What do you want?"

Similar to this kind of existence, even in the entire underground world, it is a legend.

And if they came to the door without actively provoking them, it must be because they have something that the other side needs.

With his mind still roughly sober, he figured it out easily.

Colin laughed when he heard this.

"I have some small tasks that I need your help with."

"Of course, you can also refuse, but the consequences..."

With a smile on his face, Colin stretched out his hand and broke Reed's neck, and cast a spell on the corpse in his hand amidst the horrified eyes around him: Skeleton Resurrection.

Blood was splashing, and the bones seemed to have their own will to tear apart their own flesh and skin, and stood up independently.

A strong smell of blood filled the entire villa. The bloody and terrifying scene made even most of the shooters vomit unbearably, and even the timid ones peed on their pants.

Colin looked around, endured a slightly nauseating feeling, patted the shiny forehead of the skeleton warrior, faced the middle-aged white man standing not far away, his pupils seemed to shrink to the limit, and said softly: "It Pretty, isn't it?"

Colin's voice woke up the middle-aged white man from his horror.

After looking down at the broken flesh and the skeleton with the big mouth staring at him with empty eye sockets, he took a deep breath and said, "I understand, the Blacks family will obey all your orders."

"You are their leader? Can you make the decision?" Colin looked at him and asked.

"No, but I believe Boss Du Lu will definitely make the same choice." After shaking his head, the middle-aged white man ordered to the gunman who was still able to maintain his state:

"Garr, Barrett, you two lead people to pack up these broken bodies, Bolton, you are responsible for leading this gentleman to the reception room."

After giving the order to the gunman, the middle-aged white man turned around, facing Colin, and said nervously: "It's a pity that I can't accompany me in person, but for the smoothness of the future conversation, please allow me to inform me first boss."

Ke Lin stood there listening, looked at him, and suddenly smiled and said, "I'm a little surprised that there are people like you in an ordinary gang..."

Then, looking at the other party who remained motionless, he replied easily: "It's okay to let you go and notify first, but don't think about running away, the soul breath of everyone in this villa has been forgotten by me." Stop, let me down, for you, the consequences should still be a little bit scary."

Colin stretched out a little thumb to gesture. After the middle-aged white man looked at it, his face remained unchanged and he said, "I see. In 10 minutes at the latest, Boss Du Lu and I will visit you."

"Bolton." He straightened up and looked at a white young man in his 20s around him.

"Yes!" The boy who was called looked at the skeleton with some fear, but he still suppressed the panic in his heart, and came to Ke Lin and led the way: "Please follow me."

Colin glanced at him, controlled the skeleton, and followed him.

The single-family villa is still very large, and it took about 3 minutes to walk through the garden and arrive at the living room.

After letting the boy named Bolton out, Colin sat on a chair and looked into the living room.

The effect of killing chickens and monkeys was unexpectedly good, at least the people present at the time were frightened, although to be honest, he had basically achieved what he wanted before he stood up to the bullet.

But Reed just hated him, there were so many haters, and he didn't care if there were two more.

But this bastard actually wanted to take revenge on Ms. Julie who had kindly reminded him. In order to completely solve this problem, so as not to cause some unfortunate things to happen to Ms. Julie because of him, he could only choose to get rid of this guy. .

I obviously want to be a good person... Colin thought with some melancholy in his heart.

crunch...

There was a sound from the door, Colin restrained his thoughts and looked up.

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(End of this chapter)