The Light Comes to Marvel

Chapter 26 Hardcore Missionary
"I have the money, please don't hurt me." His head couldn't help shaking, he shrank his head like a little quail, looking terrified.

Zhao He is still wearing very good clothes now, Hydra naturally won't have such a small amount of money left, and the suit and leather shoes look like they are handmade.

The bosozoku who pointed the gun at Zhao He was named Pororo, and he was the leader of the bosozoku in no man's land.

Once a smuggler, he had to enter no man's land after being hunted down.

As a smuggler, his vision is naturally not bad. Looking at the material of Zhao He's clothes, anyone who can wear a suit now is a rich man, and he looks like a rich man.

I didn't expect to meet a rich guy in this remote place, God bless me.

Look at the girl next to him.

Wearing a white coat, one looks like a doctor, and the life of the rich is good.

It's really cheap for this yellow-skinned monkey.

This is no man's land, no matter what his status is, he hasn't had sex for a long time, this girl with breasts...
"boom!"

While Pororo was still dreaming, a gunshot sounded from behind, and the old white man held an old Winchester and fired a shot at the wall and shouted loudly.

"Porolo, get out of my shop."

"Don't disturb my guest."

Pororo's face revealed a radiant look of fear. This white old man is a veteran of World War II, and he lived in seclusion here because of the war syndrome.

This place is about to escape from the no man's land, and he has sheltered many fools on weekdays, allowing them to escape successfully.

He has been unhappy with this old man for a long time, and recently he has more people, and he often comes to test this old man.

Forget it this time, the other party is pointing a gun at him.

He is still alive now, and he can still get away with it, because he is careful.

I don't want to take any risk at all, what if the other party shoots me off.

"boom!"

When Pororo wanted his men to leave the tavern, suddenly the gangster next to him shot the old white man.

The bullet happened to hit the white old man's shoulder, and the opponent's body was a little out of balance. Although he was shot, he pulled the trigger the moment he was shot.

"Whoosh~"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The bullet slashed through Pororo's hair, making his scalp tingle with fright.

He was just a little short of going to Jesus.

With this gunshot, the rest of the bosozoku began to fight back, and the wooden bar was quickly smashed to pieces.

After a while, there was no sound, and under the command of Pororo, several gangsters boldly walked into the bar and dragged out the old white man covered in blood.

Zhao He took a closer look and found that the old white man didn't have any fatal gunshot wounds. He might have passed out due to his old age and bleeding too much.

When Zhao He was still observing the old white man, Pororo punched Zhao He fiercely in the face and cursed.

"What are you looking at, I will let you all go to see Jesus together in a while!"

A trace of blood appeared around Zhao He's mouth, feeling the bloody smell coming from his mouth.

This familiar smell reminded him of when he first arrived in Arad.

But he still pretended to be terrified. From the other party's point of view, this Asian was terrified.

Almost peed my pants.

And what the other party said next was very in line with Pororo's expectations.

"I have money, don't hurt me!" He sounded like a cowardly Asian.

It's the kind of rich and easy-to-bully yellow-skinned Kaizi in their impression.

These words made Pororo's eyes greedy.

His subordinates, including those around him, also stared at Zhao He and Kaili.

Damn, it's not fair, how can this retarded man have such a good family.

How can such a good-for-nothing like him have such a good girl to follow.

This is not fair!

"Whoa."

Porolo thought it was unfair, when he just wanted to reach out his hand to Zhao He again.

As a result, Zhao He suddenly became violent and threw the box containing black pepper at the opponent.

"damn it"

When Po Luoluo was halfway yelling and cursing, Zhao He turned his body sideways, taking advantage of the moment when several people were still in a daze.

The claw in his left hand grabbed Pororo, who was distracted, and pulled down hard, hitting the other's head hard on the table.

The next moment, Zhao He snatched the other party's pistol like a tiger out of its cage, and immediately shot at several people around him one by one.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

The cries of pain like a wounded wild animal resounded through the nameless tavern along with the clear gunshots.

Kelly didn't do anything, and even picked up the beer and took a sip.

I have seen all the big winds and waves, just a few punks.

Pororo was lying on the ground and howling in pain, while the other gangsters were lying on the ground and rolling in pain.

Zhao He's marksmanship is very good, just now he used the skill of drawing a spear.

The bullets hit everyone's body, making the other party lose their combat effectiveness, but not fatal.

After all, he has also practiced, and his dream was to be a chic sharpshooter.

"Phew, the Holy Light really still protects me."

After Zhao He finished speaking this sentence subconsciously, he suddenly felt the power of the holy light in his body rapidly expand.

The perception of the holy light became more and more clear, and even the energy of the holy light had begun to improve Zhao He's body, and he instantly felt that his physical fitness was even much higher than before.

Including dynamic vision, and even reaction speed have been greatly enhanced.

"Damn yellow-skinned monkey!."

Porolo, who was vicious by nature, was howling in pain, he didn't know why, it all happened so suddenly.

Porolo was lying on the wooden plank, howling, and saw the man shoot another shot at the fallen bosozoku.

Zhao He was still a little worried about his marksmanship, so he couldn't shoot each other again.

They couldn't die yet, Zhao He suddenly knew how his holy light appeared, and he actually ignored the most important factor of the holy light.

Pororo yelled at Zhao He angrily, and the pain in his body had eased a little.

The other party hadn't come to him yet, and the woman looked powerless.

As long as the other party comes over, I only need to kill the other party.
However, the other party didn't give him a chance, the man didn't come over at all, and just shot him in the leg.

"Bang~"

"Ah~"

Zhao He squatted down, and the two looked at each other. Pororo was in pain and anger, and it was still in his eyes.

Zhao He's face changed from the panic before, and replaced it with a gentle smile, he said to himself.

"Come, read with me, the Holy Light protects me."

"What fuck?" Pororo couldn't believe it, what the hell is Shengguang?

"puff!"

Zhao He stuffed the barrel of the gun into Pororo's gunshot wound just now, and fired again. The sound was muffled, but it didn't affect the pain caused by the shooting.

He continued to say to Pororo with a smile on his face: "Come and read with me, the holy light protects me."

Seeing that the smiling lunatic was about to shoot himself again, Porolo hurriedly read along.

"The Holy Light protects me."

"boom!"

Pororo didn't understand why the other party still shot when he had already done what the other party said.

"way?"

Zhao He listened to Pororo's roar, observed that the old white man was not in danger for the time being, and spoke to him in a gentle tone.

"Because I want to."

"boom!"

(End of this chapter)