Apocalyptic natural disaster: I take over Lake Baikal, you can do whatever you want

"Brother Hu! It's bad! Your brother Song Tian was beaten to death!"

Song Hu, who was busy reproducing the next generation, was so angry when he heard the news that he pushed his sister-in-law Li Jiao under the bed.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! My second brother is invincible! Who in Xijing doesn't know us two Tianhu brothers? My second brother has eight younger brothers. Even if they were eight pigs, they couldn't kill them so quickly, right?"

Song Tian had been out for less than half an hour, so Song Hu didn't believe the bad news.

"Brother, what if they are from the government? They also have instant noodles, sausages, tanks, and the one who did it is a level 3 psychic. Brother, Song Tian is dead! His skull was opened by Guan Changxue, and eight of his brothers died in the battle!"

The younger brother knelt on the ground and told the sad news, his tears falling uncontrollably like a bead curtain with a broken string.

"Kick him out. It's impossible. My second brother is invincible. He is the only one who kills people. How could he be killed by others? Get out of here!"

Song Hu still couldn't accept the bad news. They were brothers who were as close as brothers. They had fought together since they were young, and killed, robbed, and climbed walls together in the last days. It was impossible that they died in just half an hour?

As he was speaking, Song Hu seemed to see his second brother, and then his eyes went dark and he fainted on the ground.

"Brother Hu, don't get excited, Brother Hu. Brother Tian has passed away. Don't let anything happen to you, Brother Hu!"

The younger brother hurried over to help Song Hu, and Song Hu seemed to have recovered from his despair.

"Pass my order! Eight hundred brothers, go to the entrance of the imperial mausoleum immediately! I will torture those who killed my second brother to death!"

Brother Tiger is angry! He is really angry!

"Brother Hu, they are government officials. Do we really want to be enemies with them? They have tanks. Can't we afford to offend them?"

I wanted to persuade him, but Brother Hu was obviously not the kind of person who would listen.

"My second brother and I are as close as brothers. Killing my brother is like cutting off my two arms! I don't even have my two arms, so why would I care whether it's official or not? And I, Song Hu, am now a level 6 psychic! Not to mention a tank, even if he is a level 6 psychic, I will skin him alive today! If a tiger doesn't show its might, he will take me for a KT? Call people! Call everyone!"

It is really better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. This Song Hu is actually a level six psychic. If Lin Feng knew about this, Song Tian would definitely die more miserably and not so easily.

When Song Hu's younger brothers heard the news, they quickly tore up a white sheet and tied mourning cloth on their heads. The atmosphere was very heavy for a moment.

Everyone knows that the two brothers of the Song family have a very good relationship. Now that the second brother is dead, the eldest brother can do anything he wants.

"Brothers! My second brother was beaten to death! I won't say anything more! Let's do it! Brothers!"

Song Hu rushed directly to the entrance of the imperial mausoleum with mourning cloth. For a moment, many people hurriedly hid. Song Hu was a sixth-level psychic, and their opponent was actually the official?

In this situation, no matter who wins or loses, everyone will be affected.

A group of people wearing mourning cloths and holding machetes went to chop Lin Feng. The faces of those 800 people were grim, as ugly as if their own father had died.

They are coming with great force. Not to mention that they are not afraid of official opponents, even if a stray dog ​​on the roadside dares to show its teeth, it will be slapped twice.

The culprit, Lin Feng, was sitting there roasting sausages. He really knew nothing.

"Brother Hu! It's them! They were the ones who beat my second brother to death! Look, they're still roasting sausages over there!"

The younger brother who made the report pointed at Lin Feng and started shouting. Guan Changxue and Zhao Jun were also stunned when they saw more than 800 people. Is it really that outrageous? Where did so many people come from?

"Brothers! No more words! Kill them! How dare you kill my second brother? Do you think my Tianhu Gang is easy to bully?"

Following Song Hu's order, more than 800 spirited young men picked up machetes and rushed forward, giving the impression of a street fight among young and gangsters.

Zhao Jun and Guan Changxue were indeed a little panicked, for no reason; there were simply too many of them.

"Don't panic, let me sing a requiem for you."

Lin Feng stood up gently, with an electric guitar in his hand, and then started playing wildly.

"Buzz!"

There was a piercing roar from the guitar, and a line of space cut through the air, and the eight hundred brothers stood still for a moment.

"Huh? What's going on? What are you doing? Go chop him up! There's a concert going on? Are you still in the mood to listen to music here?"

Song Hu angrily kicked the leather drum of a younger brother who was standing still. This kick seemed to open Pandora's box.

"boom…"

The little brother's head fell gently to the ground, and then the blood from his neck spurted out more than three meters high.

Then, there were more than 800 heads and corpses, bleeding continuously. In an instant, the street was filled with corpses and blood, like the Shura field of hell.

This is a good idea that Lin Feng suddenly came up with. If he is afraid that others will know something if he uses space cutting, then I will take an electric guitar and say that the sound of my guitar can kill you in seconds. Do you believe it?

Kill two birds with one stone, and the key is that you can also show off.

"Is this the power of the government? Too brutal!"

"That's 800 people? They were instantly defeated by his guitar music?"

"Luckily I didn't do anything. This guy is too fierce. No wonder he dared to distribute supplies without fear of being robbed. If I had this strength, I wouldn't be afraid either."

"If I had a son, I'd want him to be like Song Hutian, who would have given his head to the imperial tomb at the age of eight hundred."

A group of passers-by saw the blood mist in the sky and were even more shocked at Lin Feng's strength.

"Aqiang, I leave that to you. I want to capture him alive."

Lin Feng casually put the guitar aside and captured him alive to ask him if he knew where the other level six psychics were.

A Qiang glanced at Song Hu, then directly evolved into the ultimate Martian alien, and looked down at Song Hu.

"Are you good at fighting? What's the point of being good at fighting? To get involved in a gang, you need power and background. What kind of gang are you in?"

Xiaoqiang looked at Song Hu. He had recently started to act like a tough guy. He would feel uncomfortable if he didn't act like a tough guy for a day.

"My name is Song Hu! Everyone on the street has to call me Brother Hu when they see me! You think you're so great as a beast? You killed so many of my brothers! I want you dead! Unleash your wildness!"

As he spoke, Song Hu activated his sixth-level supernatural power and directly transformed into a three-meter-tall humanoid tiger.

Those tiger eyes were filled with murderous intent that was difficult to conceal. The corners of his mouth were twisted to his ears, as if he wanted to kill all of Lin Feng and the others.

"It turns out to be the little Yakuza."

A Qiang was not afraid at all. He was a level six psychic with the strengthening system and he probably couldn't even break my defense.

A Qiang rushed forward and punched Tiger directly in the face!

Hit the eggs first when attacking! The chance of winning is half as high!

"Ouch!!!!"

With just this one punch, Brother Hu barked out in pain.

How shameless! How can you just come up and beat the eggs?