Accidentally provoked the whole world

Chapter 117 The boss gave me level [-] head and level [-] armor for free
The second floor.

As soon as Mole entered the room holding the gun, a closet next to him fell down.

Mole dodges hastily.

Although the dodge was timely, it was impossible to avoid the kick that followed.

It turned out that John had already seen a glowing red figure approaching the room when he turned on [Derivation of the Devil], so he hid behind the wardrobe and waited for the moment the wardrobe collapsed to launch a sneak attack.

Among all John's specializations, only [Fighting] is a master level, and with the melee feature [Dragon's Descendants], it can achieve a very powerful effect on the enemy.

To deal with the masters of the alliance, of course, you need to use your most powerful specialization to crush overwhelmingly.

Boom!
The gun in the Mole's hand was kicked away.

He was about to resist...

"Oh shit!"

John punched him in the right eye.

"what!"

The mole screamed, and the right eye seemed to be cracked, and the pain was as painful as a needle prick. The pain was unbearable, and one eye could not see at that time.

As the saying goes, if one move fails, the move fails.

The Mole's melee strength is actually not weak, but he was tricked, lost the opportunity, and was unable to fight back in his haste.

"Damn! Dash! Dash!" John yelled, taking advantage of the situation, and punched three times in a row, each punch was heavier than the last.

The mole's face was covered with blows, his head was dizzy, his saliva was drooling, and the velvet hat on his head flew off. He didn't even recognize his parents, and he staggered back into the aisle.

Mole couldn't believe that a mere hotel killer could have such strong melee combat ability.

Even a butcher known for his close combat ability may not necessarily win this existence head-on.

"Let him go!" Firefox rushed over from a distance with his gun raised, shouting at John like an angry lioness.

"Oh, be careful. If there is a misfire, it will be difficult to injure your companions." John whistled, grabbed the back of the mole's neck and forced him to stand in front of him as a human shield.

"You are despicable!" Firefox kept adjusting her shooting posture, but she had no latent power and the bullet (*) could not turn. She was not sure of hitting John who was hiding behind the mole.

"Bastard! Fuck me!" Wesley rushed to the front of Firefox, and shot at John regardless of 21, and wanted to use his potential to change the direction of the sub(*) bullet, so that the sub(*) bullet turned, Then hit John in the rear.

"Don't!" Firefox stopped it too late.

boom!
The bullet (*) hit the mole's chest straightly, bursting out a flower of blood, and there was no tendency to turn at all.

Wesley was dumbfounded.

"This...this...why doesn't this work?"

He has tried many times during training in the base camp, and he has already mastered the skill of turning the shot (*) bullets, playing very smoothly.

But why did it suddenly fail when it came to actual combat? !
excitement!
I must be so excited!

It must be a little less medicine.

Wesley immediately took out the sedative and chewed half of the bottle.

"Shoot! Shoot!" The mole shouted while vomiting blood, and took off the bottle cap on his waist. A small animal in the bottle jumped out and jumped onto John's body.

Mole: "Mitch, it's up to you."

Only then did John realize that it was a mouse that jumped onto him, and something was tied to the mouse.

John was startled. He hated little things like this before he traveled through time.

Shocked in my heart, I squeezed hard with my right hand...

Cuckoo!

Mole's mouth and eyes turned crooked suddenly, and his neck shrugged strangely.

John: "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm afraid in my heart, and when I'm afraid, I use a little force."

"asshole!"

Firefox was filled with grief and indignation, and shot immediately.

John threw away the shiny carcass of the mole in a hurry, and ran, so that Mickey the mouse, who was lying on his shoulder, fell off.

"Don't run!" Wesley, who reacted, yelled and chased forward...

Unexpectedly, the mouse that fell on the ground suddenly squeaked twice, and the next second...

boom!
Flesh and blood fly!
That mouse actually exploded(*).

The explosion (*) caused the ceiling to collapse, dust filled the air, large holes the size of a person appeared in the walls on the left and right sides, and bricks flew everywhere.

So powerful!

John, who was so frightened that he ran down the stairs, was shivering. Be good, this mouse bombed (*) bomb B, it almost killed me.

It's also fortunate that they shot the rats to scare them away, otherwise I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to find a good piece of meat now.

"Cough cough cough..."

Firefox is unkempt, just like a certain internet celebrity cement girl, covered in dust, coughing and rolling down the collapsed stairs.

John, who was shivering, waited.

John: "Sorry ma'am, it seems fate is still on my side."

Firefox's face was ashen, and he watched helplessly as John aimed the gun at her forehead...

She had no chance to resist.

But as a high-level killer, as an assassin.

She was already stained with countless blood, and there were countless dead souls under the gun. There would be such a day, she would die under the gun of her colleagues, and she had already been mentally prepared.

She opened her eyes wide and faced death calmly.

John: "A very courageous woman, but I still won't let you go..."

Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

John pulled the trigger.

"stop!"

boom!
Although John shot, he was hit by a figure in the arm at the moment of shooting.

Tweet!
The round(*) grazed Firefox's cheek and hit the wall behind, leaving a round bullet hole in it.

Firefox shocked!

"Firefox! Run! Run!" Wesley was ashamed and shouted back at her, hugging John like crazy.

Firefox hesitated...

I don't know what to do for a while.

"what!"

Wesley screamed.

He was so punched by John that he couldn't take care of himself, but he repeated tremblingly: "Run! Run! Run..."

Gritting his teeth, Firefox immediately ran a few steps, broke through the glass on one side, fled outside, and ran to the parking place without stopping.

In this situation, it is no longer possible to defeat Black Caesar.

From the moment the Mole was attacked and restrained, failure was inevitable.

None of the three could defeat Black Caesar, and it was even more impossible for her alone. If she stayed, she could only seek her own death, and let that infatuated Wesley die in vain.

Firefox felt that Sloan still underestimated the strength of the hotel killer Black Caesar.

His hard core strength is already so strong.

She wants to go back and report the situation here to Sloan...

……

puff!
Wesley spat out another mouthful of blood and collapsed on the ground, unable to resist anymore.

Even if a rookie like him activates all three potentials at the same time, he may not be the opponent of the experienced John, let alone one of the potentials cannot be used here.

There is no chance of a comeback.

John: "I didn't expect that you are so good at being beaten! My hands hurt from the beating. Yes, I'm also very happy to trade your life for that woman."

Because the base camp cheated and abducted this waste material back, and he trained hard, there must be something special about him.

This scrap material is very likely to have very awesome properties.

They think they can handle me with these awesome traits.

Little do they know that no matter how high the martial arts are, they are afraid of kitchen knives, and no matter how well equipped they are, they will be knocked down by a single shot.

No matter how luxurious the equipment is, it cannot change the nature of waste materials.

John picked up the gun, "Let me touch it now to see if you picked up the third-level head, or the third-level armor, or licked the airdrop, and hand them all over to me!"

(End of this chapter)