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"stop!"

The ferry was far away, and we continued to move forward for a hundred meters, and encountered another group of gunmen.

"Just a few of you? There are others, call them all."

Chen Mu strolled leisurely with his hands behind his back, like shopping, and called friends openly and aboveboard, his behavior was extremely arrogant.

Soon, a gun battle broke out again, and this time it ended faster. Chen Mu still hesitated for the first killing, but for the second time, it became ordinary.

As long as he committed a capital crime, Chen Mu would send him to death with a straight punch.

Simple!rough!

Chen Mu doesn't know skills, and doesn't need skills, every punch will take away a life.

A moment later, Harold, who was playing cards on the freighter, was alarmed and led more than a dozen gunmen onto the deck.

"Boss, the situation is very bad. The brothers suffered heavy casualties. That guy is simply a devil."

"Run away, if you don't run away, everyone will die."

"Put down the speedboat, let's go by speedboat!"

The enemy was ridiculously strong, but this group of troops could not afford to lose. Harold gritted his teeth and decided to put his life on the line to keep them.

Otherwise, if he doesn't die now, the people above will want him to die after tonight.

"Shut up, everyone, who dares to mention the word 'escape' again, don't blame me for turning my face and denying people! There is only one enemy, how about us? More than a dozen people, with guns and cannons! What are you afraid of? "

Harold yelled angrily.

In the headset, screams continued to be heard, and in the distance, gunshots gradually faded away. In the darkness, it seemed that a devil was harvesting life.

And gradually approach here.

"Damn it, who the hell is this guy?"

Harold pulled off the headset, his face turned livid.

The sky was too dark to see the specific situation below, but Harold couldn't help feeling a little horrified by the few words that came from his subordinates before they died.

Demon, monster, immortal, god...

Overall, the intruder was certainly not an individual.

"Cheer up, you can't kill anything, it's just fart, trust the guns in your hands!"

There was no way to retreat at this moment, and everyone held their guns tightly, listening to the gunshots that were about to stagnate and the extinguished fire in the distance, and fell into a tense silence.

A few minutes later, death came as expected.

"Harold Graham."

At some point, a figure appeared on the deck not far away. At the ferry on the shore, the dozen or so gunmen who were on standby had all died.

"Shoot, kill him!" Harold trembled when he heard the sound, and immediately ordered the men next to him to attack.

The unknown breeds fear. At this time, a living person stood in front of them, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

"Haha, I thought it was a monster, but it turned out to be just a person!"

The gunmen raised their guns one after another, pouring bullets crazily, and the sound of gunfire echoed in their ears, dispelling the uneasiness in their hearts.

"The guy who pretends to be a ghost, beat him to pieces!"

They simply didn't believe that someone could survive such intensive shooting, no matter how fast they dodged, they couldn't escape the coverage of the firepower net.

"Hey, actually giving up resistance is your best choice." Chen Mu sighed pityingly.

As for dodge?No kidding, he doesn't need this word in his dictionary.

'Da da da' the gunfire kept going.

Chen Mu also kept walking.

"How is it possible! Why isn't this guy dead yet? Go to hell, go to hell!"

On the deck, there were bullet casings scattered all over the floor. The gunners went from confidence at first, to horror, and finally to despair.

Gun, nothing works.

"Fuck, I don't believe it anymore, guns won't work, this head office will work!"

Harold pushed away the gunman in front with a grim expression. He carried a bazooka on his shoulder, bowed his body, and aimed at Chen Mu with a single shot.

The SK-60 RPG rocket launcher is a weapon developed by Tony Stark when he was 21 years old. It weakens the recoil of traditional rocket launchers, enhances accuracy, and adds an automatic locking function.

The power is nearly double that of conventional rocket launchers, and most importantly, its cost is still very cheap.

The tail of the '嗖' bazooka ejected an astonishing heat wave, and shot out rapidly with a streak of white horses.

"Hey, this is a good thing."

Seeing this, Chen Mu couldn't help but get excited, he opened his arms slightly, and stepped forward to hug him.

The next moment, the shell hit Chen Mu's chest.

'Boom' The heat exploded instantly, and it swept out with a strong impact force.

A fiery light that almost lights up the darkness.

"I don't know if the energy of a rocket can satisfy me."

Ripples appeared in front of Chen Mu, and the space he was in was distorted and deformed, as if time and space were disordered.

Kinetic energy, thermal energy, and impact energy are all locked in this invisible position, unable to escape the slightest bit, and instead weaken rapidly.

"The strength has increased again."

Chen Mu silently sensed the changes in his body, a burst of scorching energy was stored in his body, and his limbs felt warm, but they were still far from being full, and it would not be possible to exceed the upper limit of absorption after a hundred rounds.

Energy absorbing, well-deserved reputation.

"The absorption is complete."

In the blink of an eye, the terrifying explosion disappeared invisible.

"The power is not bad."

Chen Mu patted the non-existing dust on his body, and asked lightly, "Is there any more? I'll give you ten seconds to reload."

"..."

The gunmen's lips quivered.

"This is impossible!"

Harold's eyes were wide open. He knew the power of the rocket, so he couldn't believe it.

Even if it was an explosion-proof truck, it should be blown up at this time, but the other party didn't even have a hair on it.

"It seems that you have recognized the reality, stay still, and wait for me to end this."

After Chen Mu finished speaking, he moved again, this time even faster.

The screams lasted for nearly a minute.

Blood was splattered everywhere on the deck, and a lifeless corpse collapsed in a mess beside it.

Finally, Chen Mu walked up to the trembling Harold, untied his scarf, and took a deep breath of the fresh night air, but all he could smell was blood and gunpowder, which almost choked him to death.

"Take me to find Ivan Daniel."

"It's you!" Harold exclaimed, and only then did he fully see the appearance of the enemy.

It was the nosy Asian I met at the bar earlier.

Harold's face was uncertain, and after a while, he smiled wryly and said, "So, you were already eyeing me at that time."

"Of course, I don't have your hobbies." Chen Mu nodded, hooked his fingers and urged, "Get up, you've already wasted a lot of my time, hurry to the next place."

"Why are you looking for me? I don't remember offending you." Harold was a little unwilling.

"You are not qualified to ask me questions. You will naturally know these questions after you find Evan Daniel. Now, cooperate honestly. If you perform well, I may spare your life."

"I understand."

Harold sighed dejectedly, he had no right to refuse, and the two walked down the deck one after the other.

"The first murder, let's keep it as a souvenir." Chen Mu stopped, looked at the freighter, and always felt that something was missing.