Urban Ultrain System

Chapter 71 Special Hospitality

"Looking at your outfit, you should be a Japanese, aren't you going to tell me something?"

After shooting in the crowd for a while, Sun Feng found a target that interested him, and slowly approached him, staring at the Japanese mustache on his chin, and took a good look at it After that, he asked him with great interest.

As the old saying goes, killing chickens can scare monkeys. Now this Japanese man seems to be a good tool to pry open the mouths of those people.

"Damn China pig, even if you kill me, don't try to extract any useful information from me.

I, Matsumoto Taro, am an authentic Japanese samurai. My grandfather is a great Japanese hero. He personally participated in three wars in China. There are hundreds of Chinese pigs who died in his hands. There are countless more!
Under the wise guidance of his old man, I am also an upright Japanese warrior, so I will not be as cowardly, greedy for life and afraid of death like you Chinese people!

And even less like you, a dirty, incompetent and cowardly Chinese who begs for mercy!Long live His Majesty the Great Emperor! "

Hearing Sun Feng's words, the Japanese man immediately turned his head away in disdain, and said to Sun Feng with an awe-inspiring look, as if death was at home.

"Hehe, your grandfather is still a Japanese hero? That's really great. It seems that the big meal I prepared for you before is obviously not high enough."

Hearing Matsumoto Taro's words, Sun Feng's eyes suddenly flashed a strong cold light.

He waved and manipulated the six metal sharp weapons inserted into his body, and while he howled in pain, he dragged his entire body into the air, and his feet were off the ground.

At this moment, the weight of his entire body is supported by the six metal sharp weapons inserted into his body.

The six metal sharp weapons that rose suddenly broke through the muscles blocking them all the way, and drew a series of hideous scars on his wound, and finally got stuck on the bone.

Some fragile bones, such as ribs, were slightly cracked at this moment because of the action of the dagger.

Ignoring that Matsumoto Taro's desolate howl, Sun Feng waved his hand, the one on the ground.

The dagger stuck in the dead guy's chest immediately flew out from his wound, floating lightly in mid-air.

Looking at the sharp dagger dripping blood continuously in mid-air, Sun Feng stared with great interest at the last moment, who was righteous and arrogant, shouting that he is not afraid of death, he is a warrior of the Japanese country, and now he is crying like a coward with.

That strong change made Sun Feng grin.

"Are you really a Japanese samurai? Are you really not afraid of death? Would you really not surrender like a dirty, incompetent, cowardly Chinese person like me? Hehe, where did you learn these adjectives? Are you quite educated?"

Sun Feng asked him with a smile, and kept pointing at him in the void.

And the blood-dripping dagger, following Sun Feng's fingers, flew up and down on him under his terrified eyes.

In the end, the sharp dagger, under Sun Feng's deliberate control, easily tore a big hole in the good-quality leather pants on his lower body, and the cold dagger clung to the job, constantly wandering up and down.

Like a poisonous snake, waiting for an opportunity to move.

This time, Taro Matsumoto was so frightened that all the hairs on his body stood up, and his body struggled subconsciously.

But he seemed to have forgotten that he was being stuck in mid-air by six sharp metal weapons at this moment.

As he struggled, the wound on his body suddenly deepened again, and blood flowed continuously from the wound, and the heart-piercing pain made his entire face distorted beyond human shape.

"Hehe, what a great warrior of the Japanese country. My favorite is the warrior of the Japanese country. I hope that after you taste the next big meal, you can still maintain the beautiful quality of this tough bone as always."

Looking at the guy who kept screaming hysterically and seemed about to collapse in the next second, Sun Feng smiled brightly at him again.

He casually stabbed the dagger he was controlling at a certain place on his body, which was not fatal, but extremely painful.

Then, Sun Feng slowly raised his right index finger.

Under Ding Dong's "unlocking", Sun Feng's inner demons were all gone, and his whole body seemed to have entered a state of demonization. Well, in layman's terms, Sun Feng had already turned black at this moment.

And now, by coincidence, he met a "samurai" from the Japanese country. For such a good toy, Sun Feng must treat him well. After all, the relationship between the two countries has a long history, solidarity and mutual assistance!
Seeing the dagger that threatened the safety of his brother, being stabbed in his body by the demon in front of him, although the Japanese warrior, tortured by the severe pain, screamed again, his heart was relieved for a long time. tone.

How many normal men can withstand being visited by a dagger without breaking their hearts?
As the saying goes, shooting is not terrible, it will pass after a black eye, what is terrible is the few seconds before the shooting, that is the most fatal, such as the current situation.

If Sun Feng didn't say a word and gave him a clean and happy, he would scream a few times at most, and then continue to pretend to be a hero and pretend to be tough.

But Sun Feng just controlled the dagger, and kept lingering, lingering, and lingering under him.

That worry, fear, and fear kept reappearing in his heart, and it really killed him.

"If this demon persists for a while, maybe I will collapse myself, but now, His Majesty the Great Emperor blesses me, I...

Oh my God!He...he...he...he must be the devil from hell!That must be the case! "

Just when the guy breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes widened in vain.

Because he found that the demon in front of him, his outstretched index finger, was turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a while, the entire finger became as black as ink.

That weird change, that ominous color, and that faint stench coming from his fingers directly made the Japanese warrior's heart hang again.

"Hey, to be honest, you are the first person to try it after getting this mutated scorpion venom. I think you will like this feast."

Ignoring that guy's no, no, no, and the roar that I said, I said, Sun Feng's index finger covered with mutated scorpion poison, without any pause, under the extremely terrified gaze of the other party, gently Pointed at his wound.

Just touch it and it's gone!
what! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Although Sun Feng was able to absorb it immediately, the densely covered mutated scorpion venom successfully penetrated into his body along with the blood from his wound.

After a while, a more high-pitched, desolate scream, accompanied by wailing and pleading, suddenly roared from the guy's mouth, and the sound made people shudder.

The mutated scorpion venom that Sun Feng used on him was carefully selected to shield all the poison, only keeping the mutated scorpion poison that spread in the human body. , its an itchy feeling that life would be worse than death.

(End of this chapter)