Death Inquisitor

The burst of potential has its limits.

Babia inspired his potential under the threat of death, but his body could not support the consumption of the erupted potential, nor could he withstand the force beyond the limit.

So in less than ten seconds, Babia's legs had a tear-like pain.

For ten seconds, it seemed to run for several kilometers.

"tired!"

Baba's speed dropped quickly, his eyes were a little loose, and then he fell to the ground.

The whole body was as tired as falling apart.

"You can't run away! Babia!"

In the rear, Chris' surprise sounded.

Unexpectedly, the amazing speed of Babia actually fell directly to the ground. This is really God helping him!

Soon, he took a few men to surround Babia.

He laughed when he looked at Babia on the ground like a dead dog.

"Chris, let it go, let me go this time. We are good brothers, right, right?" Babia climbed from the ground, pleading for Chris with a ugly smile on his face.

His legs were trembling and shaking, and he seemed unable to stand on the ground.

"Don't dream about Babia, you cunning, mean, dirty guy!" Chris's smile converged, his expression became cold, and he kicked on Babia's stomach.

The latter suddenly squatted on the ground and turned pale.

"Have me such a large amount of arms, do you still want me to let you go? Are you thinking I'm a fool?" Chris said, his face rueful.

The anger that had dissipated in the past was rekindled again, and he seemed to have returned to the night three years ago.

After receiving the news that night, he had nowhere to breathe, and smashed everything in the bedroom.

But today, the culprit is crouching in front of him!

"Wait……"

Before Baba’s words were finished, Chris started again.

He flipped the machete over and smashed Baba's shoulder with his back.

There was a mumble, and the latter made a painful whine.

Suddenly, his arm was pulled down, and he sagged weakly.

"wait!"

What Babia wanted to say, Chris smashed his shoulder with the back of the knife.

Both arms were scrapped.

"It's useless to say, today I will definitely kill you!" Chris said: "Press him to the ground. Today I want this idiot to know what will happen if I offend me."

Faced with the boss's order, a few men will not refuse.

What's more, at this time, Babia's hands were wasted and there was no resistance at all, and they did not have to worry about danger.

"Asshole! Chris you, what are you arrogant! Someone has the power to kill me!" Babia realized what would happen next, a trace of fear appeared on his pale face, and the body struggled and shouted: "You too It’s just a prisoner caught by a death judge, and he will die sooner or later! Less proud!"

"Click..."

Chris clenched his fists, making the sound of rubbing and rubbing his bones, his face tingling.

He stepped forward and sat on Babia's abdomen, punching him in the cheek.

"puff!"

The blood flew out of the mouth with a few teeth, Baba's face swelled quickly, and a wail sounded in his mouth.

Several Chris men pressed his face and suddenly turned to face. The boss is really ruthless, is this to kill this guy with fists alive?

In fact, Babia himself died.

Although Chris was angry, he was actually in a good mood.

He was angry that Babia had tricked him, but in fact he now had the opportunity to teach him, and he was still very happy.

But he didn't die, Baba broke his beautiful fantasy in one sentence, and forced him to face the **** reality!

He is just a prisoner caught by a death judge!

It was a pretty good mood, and it instantly became like a cold winter.

"I'll make you cheap, make you cheap!" Chris snarled in the heart, while bowing left and right, punching Babia in the face with a punch.

A lot of blood splashed out, and almost all of his teeth were destroyed. The cheeks were swollen like two tumors.

"Chop me into meat puree for me!" Until Baba lost his voice, Chris still didn't plan to let him go, and he ordered a few men in a huff.

And he got up and stood aside, and looked at the exchangeable weapon with his watch.

From the moment he killed Babia to gain points, the weapon exchange function has been turned on for him.

"My XXX! A broken pistol actually requires 5 points! A machete also requires two points. Are you serious asshole!"

As a result, the light screen was just projected from the watch, and Chris couldn't help but scolded.

He now has only a pitiful point, and he can't even exchange this kind of machete.

For bows and arrows, crossbows require 3 points and 4 points.

So the more expensive submachine gun, Rocket Chris didn't even look at it.

He was afraid that his heart could not stand it.

"Asshole, this guy didn't even want us to live! How could these five hundred people be killed by these broken copper and iron! Just standing there and letting me chop, would I be exhausted?"

Chris paced back and forth.

And several of his men were seriously chopping Babia into puree, blood splashed, **** smell.

At this time, the unlucky arms dealer could no longer see the human form, and could only be described as "a pile" or "a pile".

Chris paced inadvertently to see "him" and couldn't help rolling in his heart.

The fire is a bit bigger.

"It's almost three hours now, and I've only got a few points. It's only nine hours from the end of the trial. According to this progress, whether I can exchange a pistol before the end is a problem. Not to mention the big Kill the Quartet to get enough points to survive." Chris was extremely irritable.

Towards fear and nausea, Zhao shouted at the men who kept chopping the meat: "Okay, don't chop! Our time is running out, we immediately return to the place where we just gathered, and then find other Teams earn points!"..

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