Super Comic System

clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter!

The sound of rapid footsteps broke the silence, and Xiao Zimo was also awake at this moment and couldn't help shaking his head.

Xiao Zimo, you have a girlfriend, so don't betray Tang Chuxue.

Yan Mo's face was red, and he didn't know what she was thinking.

"Don't move!" Immediately afterwards, a series of dark wounds pointed towards Xiao Zimo and Yan Mo.

"Zimo, I'm afraid..." As he said, Yan Mo lay in Xiao Zimo's arms, his body trembling slightly.

"I was just trying to find you? I didn't expect you to come here by yourself. That's good..." After speaking, a bloodthirsty smile gradually appeared on Xiao Zimo's face, hideous and terrifying, letting the people present. A dozen sturdy men couldn't help but numb their backs.

"Hmph! When you die, your mouth will be stiff, just hit it to death, don't keep alive." The strong man with a scar on his face snorted coldly.

Click!

With more than a dozen guns pulling the insurance at the same time, Xiao Zimo believed that if they shot at the same time, Yan Mo would definitely not survive. He might be beaten into a hornet's nest. He himself was a Devil Fruit capable person, so there was no need to worry.

But at this moment, the smile on Xiao Zimo's face did not fade in the slightest, and a wave of fear arose in the hearts of the dozens of big men who were watching.

Could it be... Does he still have any other players?

This idea arose in the hearts of more than a dozen strong men at the same time, but they just couldn't figure out how Xiao Zimo, who is now a turtle in the urn, could still have a back hand?

"shot!"

"Parasitic thread..." Xiao Zimo smiled, and a transparent silk thread appeared on his fingers, which was directly placed on the hands of the dozen or so strong men.

"Ah... my hand... how can't my hand move!" One of the big guys gritted his teeth and said in horror.

"Me... Me too!"

"I... I feel that my body is no longer my body!"

"! Hurry up!"

"Ah...how can I not be able to move!"

The dozen or so strong men were all motionless, clenching their teeth and shaking their bodies, but they were motionless.

"You...what kind of demon technique did you use!" The strong man with a scar on his face looked at Xiao Zimo and said with a horrified expression.

"Give you two choices, say...or you will die..." Xiao Zimo said calmly, looking at the dozen or so strong men in front of him.

"Do you think we might say it? A joke!" The strong man looked at Xiao Zimo and laughed teasingly.

boom!

The gunfire rang out without warning.

A strong man next to him fell down without warning, with an incredible look on his face, because he didn't know why he was shot to death by his teammates.

"No! It's not me! It's not me! It's not me! It wasn't me who fired the gun! It wasn't me! It was my own hands that did it by myself, not my intention, not me!" Then the strong man who shot the gun looked terrified. Shaking his head.

"It's... it's you!" said the burly man with a scar on his face, looking at Xiao Zimo angrily.

"Don't tell me..." Xiao Zimo tried hard to let Yan Mo lie in his arms to prevent her from seeing such a **** scene.

"Huh! Do you think we might say it? Impossible!" The big man with a scar on his face snorted coldly.

boom!

Another gunshot sounded.

Beside him, another sturdy man fell down without warning.

"You..." The burly man with Scar opened his eyes wide, and looked at Xiao Zimo angrily.

"Don't tell me..." Xiao Zimo said calmly.

"Don't tell me!" said the sturdy man with scars, gritted his teeth.

boom!

Another gunshot sounded.

Another strong man fell.

The faces of the remaining eight or nine sturdy men all showed an expression of extreme fear.

demon!

It's definitely a devil!

A technique that only the devil can do!

The hearts of many big guys are gradually shrouded in fear.

"Don't panic, everyone, it's just Huaxia's evil technique, don't worry, ordinary evil techniques have a time limit, don't be afraid!" the big scared man shouted.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

There were five gunshots in a row, and only a few of them fell down in an instant. Now there are only four people left in front of Xiao Zimo.

"Are there four more people? Why... don't you plan to say it yet?" Xiao Zi said lightly.

"You...who are you! Who are you!" The stalwart scared man looked at Xiao Zimo with a look of fear and said.

He is scared now, really scared, Xiao Zimo is simply a demon, a demon who kills without blinking.

"Boss! Hurry up! I can't make it anymore!" said one of the strong men in weeping.

"Yeah! Boss! Please speak up! Our brother's life is in your hands!" another stalwart yelled at the scared stalwart with tears in his eyes.

"I...I...I said!" The big scared man gritted his teeth and stared at Xiao Zimo angrily.

"You don't have to look at me like this. If you are to blame, you are staring at me, and you should never shoot her with a gun!" Then, Xiao Zimo watched lying on him motionless. Said Yan Mo.

"You..." Xiao Zimo said that the big and strong man with Scar was angry for a while. After all, they were the first to make the move, and it is to blame them.

"Well~www.NovelMTL.com~ Let's talk! Who sent you here?" Xiao Zimo said lightly.

"Yes... our Arnold Patriarch sent us to kill you..." the big scared man said coldly.

"Arnold? Who is it?" Xiao Zimo couldn't help being stunned.

"Arnold, Punk Arnold, that is the father of the dead Punk Coelho and Punk Blizzard, the owner of our punk family, Lord Punk Arnold!" The big scared man looked at Xiao Zimo and said word by word. .

"Punk Coelho... Punk Blizzard..." Xiao Zimo murmured, and the two brothers who had pitted Yun Fengchen with Lai Jinliang in the Paramount also appeared in his mind. When they defeated William Sanders, they were killed inexplicably.

"You... don't you come to kill me without investigating? Don't you know that I killed neither of those two?" Xiao Zimo said while looking at the big man with scars. His eyes were sharp as a knife, and the scared man felt a panic in his heart.

"Yes... it was requested by our Patriarch, to... I want you to bury our young master..."