I Summon the Shadow Corps in the American Manga

"Bang bang bang." In the dim shopping mall below, Baker and a group of police officers kept pulling the trigger.

One by one, "people" fell to the muzzle of the gun, and from time to time, a guy who was shot and fell to the ground struggled to move toward the police officers on his hands and feet.

But before they get close, Baker will reward them with a peanut right between their eyebrows.

"Shaite, where did so many zombies come from? I thought it was just a legend!" A police officer took off the magazine and hurriedly loaded the bullet.

Those creatures were not slow and were as fast as sprinters.

They have been stuck in this mall for more than 10 minutes.

The zombies seemed endless, and the faces of the fallen zombies could not be seen clearly in the darkness.

Many police officers began to worry about whether any of the zombies they killed might include their own relatives.

Baker looked at the police officers fighting side by side, and then looked up at the entrance. He could not help but clenched his fists at the steady stream of zombies.

That bastard actually infected half the town.

............

"Da da da."

Small town church.

The sound of orderly footsteps echoed in the church.

The visitor seemed to be leisurely and contented. He stopped while walking and seemed to be looking at the church that the residents of this small town had talked about for hundreds of years.

"Ahem, is this gentleman here to pray?" The white-haired old man in black robes stood under the statue of Jesus, staring at Kerry with bright eyes.

"Ah, praying is just a way of self-comfort for the sins you have committed." Kerry looked at the Jesus cross mounted on the wall with interest.

In Kerry's sight, "1500" points flashed on the old man's door.

The old man smiled and shook his head, objecting to Kerry's answer: "It is better to pray for repentance than to do bad things without any remorse."

The atmosphere fell into silence.

Kerry didn't want to argue about the use of praying after doing bad things, so he stared at the old man and smiled: "Are you waiting for Baker?"

Although he hid it well, Kerry still noticed the panic flashing in the old man's eyes when he mentioned Baker.

"You thought you were sure of me." Kerry stepped forward slowly: "But I didn't expect that kind of energy would continue to spread."

Kerry didn't want this, but these two guys actually wanted their own lives, so no wonder he acted first.

After a long silence, the old man held back a sentence: "How did you see that?"

"It's very simple." Kerry shook his head and stared at the old man: "Actually, you disguised yourself quite well."

Kerry didn't doubt Baker at first, but when Kerry asked Baker if he could take him and Alice to see Old John, the guy readily agreed.

Imagine an important witness letting himself and Alice get close to two irrelevant people?

This is not a novel. The protagonist is shocked and admired by everyone.

Kerry didn't feel that his personality was so charming that a group of people worshiped him.

Nothing is good in this world for no reason.

Either he is greedy for your body, or he is your father.

Obviously Baker did not meet these two points, so why did he take the risk of being expelled and bring the two of them to see Old John?

He had the motivation to do it.

Combined with the moment when Kerry summoned the ghost ninja, Baker stared at his wrist.

Kerry probably knew there was more to this guy than he seemed.

"Also, I asked his colleagues about Baker before I came here."

Kerry sat on the chair below, his right leg naturally resting on his left leg, looking relaxed and comfortable: "Colleagues said that Baker goes to church every Monday, but the church holds services on weekends."

(I dare not write in detail, for fear of losing it.)

"And the most important thing." Kerry said with a smile, "Yesterday was the weekend. If Baker is really a devout believer, then he will not be absent from church on this day."

When you think about Baker's shooting skills, which can be said to be perfect, this guy becomes more and more extraordinary in the eyes of Kerry.

"So doubting this kind of thing is very simple. Plant a seed and wait quietly for germination. It will quickly grow into a towering tree, standing on your heart and prompting you to find the truth." Kerry stood up and took a few words from his pocket. He pulled out a gun.

"boom!"

He exerted force on his wrist to withstand the thrust from the muzzle, and the bullet flew out and hit the old man's forehead.

"Pah." The old body fell into a pool of blood.

"Ding, kill the saints and get 1500 points."

After killing the old priest, plus the remaining 500 points, Kerry has 2000 points.

Fortunately, some preparations were made for the upcoming battle.

"lottery."

2000 points reduced by 500.

A movie reel pops up in front of me and rotates: "Ding, you gain fifty spiritual power."

It's not bad to have one more ghost ninja.

"lottery."

1500 points will be deducted from 500 points.

The screen turned and then stopped on a picture of a ghost ninja standing behind a human figure: "The ghost ninja has acquired the ability to possess and can control the actions of the possessed person."

There were still a thousand points left, so Chris simply drained them all and gained another 100 mental power.

Now he has 400 spiritual power and can summon 8 ghost ninjas.

The points are wiped out.

Kerry set his sights on the old man. This guy should have a lot of treasures.

Approach the old man and search.

A mirror and a small book with a cross on it.

Kerry opened the small book, which recorded in detail the vampires and werewolves hiding in this town.

An envelope slowly fell down. Kerry opened the envelope, then turned pale and stared at the old man lying in a pool of blood with disgust. It was really an advantage for him to let this guy die so easily.

(So ​​smart people should already know what the points generated by ordinary people are linked to. Everyone has it, more or less.)

"Bah, ex." Kerry stood up and raised his palms.

Black air flew towards Kerry from all directions, surrounding it.

at the same time.

Department store basement.

The police officers who had used up all their bullets looked at each other.

Looking at the huge crowd, some timid police officers even wet their pants.

No one wants to die, even the guy who keeps saying that the world is not worth it and that he will never come back in the next life.

What they say is no different from farting. The right way to treat the problem is to deprive him of the right to surf the Internet, deprive him of the right to go out, deprive him of the right to read, deprive him of the right to socialize, deprive him of the right to sleep, so that those hypocritical guys will understand that life is really special. So good.

Baker looked at the tide of corpses rushing towards the police officers and silently held the long knife hidden in the loose police trousers.

"Everyone, prepare to charge at me." Baker roared loudly, preparing to inspire these guys' fighting spirit and let them fight their way out.

But the next second, a group of police officers stared wide-eyed.

The zombies that rushed towards them collapsed on the ground like dumplings, their eyes widened and they lost all mobility.

A group of police officers who had survived the catastrophe hugged each other excitedly and cheered loudly.

Seeing this scene, Baker did not show a happy expression, but his expression gradually became serious.

He took out his phone and looked at the time and found that it was already past the time he had agreed with the old pastor.

The call didn't come, so it only meant another situation. The old priest was dead.

Baker left the celebrating crowd, started the police car and drove towards the church.

Draws a medieval sword from his pants.

If nothing unexpected happens, that person should be waiting for him in the church.