Beauty Gathered: the Second Dimension of Shen Lin

As early as a few days ago, Rena Mizumu woke up from a coma, and even endured a series of consciousness tests with extraordinary endurance.However, last night, it was exposed by Akai Shuichi, who had already seen through it, and the two discussed and finalized this deal.Moreover, considering that his identity may be suspected by Gin at this time, Akai Shuichi has even laid out a series of layouts after that...

The first step of the plan is to pretend to be in a car accident while "escorting" Minami Rena.

First, the car was parked on the edge of the canal's guardrail, and the unconscious Minami Rena escaped from the car with an attack scene, and detonated the bomb at that moment.Kamel, who was the driver, jumped out of the car door taking advantage of the blast generated by the explosion and hid under the canal.

The best place for the plan to be completed is right here at the edge of the guardrail.But he never expected that Belmode would actually block his way at this juncture!

Of course, if it was Belmode, it would not be enough to stop him, but unexpectedly, he saw another figure sitting on the V-ROD!

The black Porsche at the rear followed Kamel's car and stopped.

Opening the car door, Qin Jiu got out of the car, and his tall and straight figure stepped forward with an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"Bermod, what's the matter?" Gin's voice was very cold, "That kid in the car"

"This kid... gave me an offer I couldn't refuse."

A poisonous smile appeared on the extremely beautiful face, which made Gin frowned impatiently.

After the order was issued, Belmode didn't arrive at the first time, and even rushed in during the process, although he did force the car carrying Kiel to a stop...

Damn mysticism!

Gin, who was unpredictable about Belmode's performance at this time, was only a few times annoyed in his heart.

hello...

With a sound, Yaoyue's figure landed on the asphalt ground very lightly.

The slightly weak immature child stood firmly behind the ground, facing the front of the gin.

The coldness in his eyes overflowed slowly, he was like a cold icicle, making people feel the blood in his body cooling down...

"I said, what's going on with this kid?!"

Chianti stopped the car and carried her sniper rifle behind her back. She couldn't help but wanted to shoot!

"I think you'll find out soon"

An inexplicable joking tone came out of his mouth, and his bewitching purple eyes scanned lightly.

Immediately, under everyone's dumbfounded gaze, his thin body was gradually eaten away by the black mist.

The black mist filled the line of sight, as if usurping the brilliance of the sun.

"Now, you should recognize it, right?"

The slender figure was dressed in a black monastic uniform, exuding a pitch-black color without muddiness.

The overwhelming sense of coercion overflowed unscrupulously, it was the appearance of a god that one couldn't help but worship.

"What, are you surprised? It's just a different appearance."

Slightly raising his chin, he made a proper expression of looking down.

"Okay, very good, very good"

A distorted color appeared on Chianti's face, and he dropped the sniper rifle behind him without hesitation, "Thanks to you, my mother's face was ruined by you!!"

"Chianti!" Gin snorted.

"Different faces, intertwined... What, it doesn't suit you..." The wanton sarcastic smile on the face seemed to be giving the other the most embarrassing irony. Then, the sarcastic smile was gradually buried by indifference—"Really It's an eyesore"

"Die!"

Roaring, Chianti held the small machine gun taken from the motorcycle in his hand.

Carrying ferocious anger, scorching bullets spewed out from the muzzle of the gun screaming.

The flames overflowed, reflecting the burned face like a ghost.

With the oncoming heat wave, the pungent smell of gunpowder can be smelled from the tip of the nose...

He held the scythe hidden under the overly wide monk's uniform with one hand, raised his hand and raised it.

The curved sickle cut across the dim light, leaving a cold and sharp arc in the air.

During the flip, the irregularly rotating sickle intercepted the blazing bullets, and the sparks of metal percussion splashed like fireworks.

Chapter 920: The Destruction of the Black Organization

Brass bullets fell on the asphalt floor with a crisp sound.

The fully automatic firearm made a "click" sound like a jam.

All the bullets have been poured out, but the presence on the opposite side exuding overwhelming momentum stands upright in front of his eyes.

Unscathed

Although this kind of result has been expected for a long time, but what he saw with his own eyes is still unavoidable.

monster!

Looking at the figure in the black monastic uniform, Chianti gritted his teeth—the design ability he was proud of, and the weapons he relied on for survival were as ridiculous as toys that he could knead at will.

Chianti's anger gradually cooled when his thoughts felt unprecedented trembling and chills due to the surging pituitary hormone...

"ridiculous"