Supreme Stock God

Chapter 570

On the smoke-filled Shangnan Street, more than 20 Indonesian thugs seemed to have been slaughtered by an invisible and sharp weapon. The entire body was torn apart, and the blood spattered in the air blooming strange red flowers.

Those who were killed instantly were better, at least they died happily, but those who couldn't stop their breath for a while, really tasted what it means to be dead. Only the bare torso was left with the severed limbs, so he could only lie on the ground and scream, the pain was so deep in his heart that he could not move at all. Others were chopped in half by the waist, and the intestines were scattered all over the floor. However, they did not die because of fear of death, they madly stuffed the leaking internal organs and intestines back, trying to save their lives. Others crawled to their lower body, dragging a shocking bloodstain on the ground.

At this moment, they, who had acted as executioners, became the targets of slaughter. The strong smell of blood and heart-piercing screams made this street seem like Shura hell.

The mob behind saw that in an instant, their two dozen companions were slaughtered to the ground like pigs and dogs, and they couldn't help feeling a panic.

Seeing the man wearing the mask in the distance waved his hands again, one of the quick-minded Indonesians hurriedly shouted: "Get down, that guy will be magical!"

After that, he immediately squatted on the ground, and other people would come over, remembering that after the man waved his arm just now, his two dozen companions suffered heavy casualties, so he instinctively went down.

More than a dozen people reacted slowly before they got down, and felt a cold wind blowing on them. Then, they were dyed red by the blood sprayed out of their body, and they ended up just like the two dozen people.

"Hurry up and shoot him! That must be the devil! Kill him quickly! If you don't kill him, we all have to die!" The Indonesian man shouted again just now and took the lead in shooting Zhou Hao.

In fear and anger, other people also picked up their guns and attacked Zhou Hao. Those trained soldiers and policemen divided into two groups and surrounded Zhou Hao from both sides of the street.

Facing the intensive bullets, Zhou Hao was not afraid at all, and did not take a step back. Instead, he rushed towards the thugs. Those oncoming bullets were completely blocked before his body protector was really angry, and none of them could touch him.

There was a burning small truck in front of it lying across the road. Zhou Hao, who rushed over, lifted his foot and kicked it. The small truck weighing several tons was actually kicked by him and hit the mob over there.

"Ah! Run!"

Seeing this behemoth flying towards him, those thugs dared to stay where they were, and fled everywhere. However, due to the large number of them, they panicked in order to escape, but they were blocked, and some people stepped on them.

At this time, the small truck had already fallen down, and several thugs over there were crushed into flesh on the spot. Then, the burning truck suddenly exploded, killing more than a dozen people around in an instant, and a few others on fire screamed and rolled on the ground trying to extinguish the flames.

In less than a minute, fifty or sixty thugs were killed by Zhou Hao, making the rest of the people even more fearful, especially seeing Zhou Hao’s murderous blinking eyes behind the mask, making them Such as an ice cave.

At this time, several shells with white smoke fell from the air to Zhou Hao's side. Zhou Hao stopped, and those shells fell on the ground beside him, or directly hit him, and immediately exploded violently. Hundreds of small shrapnel flew out, smashing the windows of surrounding buildings.

This is an 85mm caliber grenade, each containing 900 pieces of shrapnel, which can kill people within more than 200 square meters.

The flickering fire light and the billowing smoke drowned Zhou Hao, and the thugs who had developed a deep fear of him cheered with excitement. The few people in the distance with grenade guns in their hands were even more happy to clap and celebrate .

"The devil is not dead yet!"

I don't know who shouted, and the cheers of the thugs suddenly calmed down. They looked nervously towards Zhou Hao, and saw that there was still a figure standing still in the thick smoke that had not fallen down.

When the smoke dissipated, Zhou Hao was still standing there. There was no sign of injury except for some damage to his clothes. Everyone gasped and groaned involuntarily, "What kind of monster is this? ?"

Just when everyone was in panic, a small missile flew in front of Zhou Hao with flames.

This small missile is many times more powerful than a grenade, and it is a weapon specially used to restrain tanks or armed helicopters.

But when Zhou Hao raised his right hand and used his palm as a knife to draw a half-moon-shaped curve, the small rocket split in two instantly and flew by Zhou Hao until it exploded more than ten meters away. , Produced a strong shock wave and a scorching heat wave, and knocked down more than a dozen thugs not far away, but did not cause any harm to Zhou Hao.

The shock wave and the heat wave blew from behind, blowing Zhou Hao's clothes hunting and hunting, and he stood proudly in place like a pine and cypress, and his momentum was shocking and frightening.

Zhou Hao stood still on the spot, looking over the two or three hundred thugs over there, and fell on the figure hiding behind the thugs.

The guy was standing on a pickup truck of a military off-road vehicle, carrying a rocket launcher on his shoulders. He launched the small missile just now.

Although he was shocked by Zhou Hao's ability that was not as powerful as a human being, this person did not show any weakness to meet Zhou Hao's gaze.

Zhou Hao had seen this guy's photos, and he knew that this person was Francis who killed Denden in Laojiangkou.

"Kill that devil! That devil is the enemy of Lord Shiva! It is the enemy of our Shiva religion! If you don't kill him, all Indonesian people will suffer! If you kill that devil, we can get Lord Shiva's Favor, ascend to the paradise of happiness!" Francis standing on the off-road vehicle shouted to the mobs in Indonesian: "For Lord Shiva, for all Indonesian people, kill the devil!"

The mob who was originally fearful of Zhou Hao rekindled their fighting spirit under Francis' instigation, and several of Francis' henchmen also took the lead and shouted: "Kill the devil! Kill the devil!"

Under Francis's encouragement, these hundreds of mobs also shouted one after another. The dozens of Shiva followers in front of them rushed towards Zhou Hao like aphrodisiac.

Zhou Hao was not afraid, and walked to the side of the street to grab the steel lamp post that was as thick as a thigh and was more than ten meters long. Zhou Hao pulled out the lamppost rooted in the concrete ground as soon as he tried hard.

"what!"

With a cold drink, Zhou Hao let the lamppost in his hand swept over, swept out the dozen or twenty people running in the front, and then swiped it back. The remaining ones were also as severe as golf balls. Knock.

Zhou Haoyou was dissatisfied, carrying this "killing weapon" and ran to the mob, either smashed or swept, and at least ten people could be killed in each hit. However, although the weapon's killing effect was great, it could not resist Zhou Hao's power, and it was broken after killing hundreds of thugs.

Even these cruel thugs have never seen such a murderer. In their opinion, Zhou Hao is a real devil, and the more they are like this, the more they agree with Francis’s nonsense and believe Only by killing Zhou Hao can we save the Indonesian people and protect the Lord Shiva they believe in. Therefore, even if their companions continue to be killed, instead of fleeing, they have made up their minds to "sacrifice their lives and become benevolent" to kill Zhou Hao, the evil devil.

Francis, who was hiding behind the mob, certainly didn't believe in Shiva. After seeing Zhou Hao's power like a ghost, he decisively prepared to escape.

When Zhou Hao saw that the heinous murderer wanted to escape, he couldn't agree in his heart, so he pulled out an iron street sign from the side, used it as a javelin, and threw it at Francis in the distance.

When Francis saw the street sign that was howling, he was so frightened that his scalp was numb, but he did not lose his calmness. He immediately asked the driver to drive the off-road vehicle and drove forward quickly.

Just two or three meters out, the street sign fell to the place where Francis was just now, deeply inserted into the concrete floor.

Looking at the street sign that showed only a small section, Francis was terrified, thinking that if he left a moment later, he would become a skewer.

Zhou Hao couldn’t make a single blow, but he didn’t intend to let Francis escape. He dashed forward for more than ten meters, and then kicked his feet on the ground, and he flew more than ten meters high off the ground towards Francis. Chase in the direction of Si.

"The devil wants to hurt Lord Francis, so quickly knock him down!"

The Indonesian mob below roared and raised their guns to attack Zhou Hao in the air.

Although Zhou Hao was not afraid of those bullets, but because of the impact of these bullets, his forward strength was weakened. Moreover, a mob below also threw a grenade at Zhou Hao, exploding beside Zhou Hao, nowhere in the air. Zhou Hao who borrowed the force also had to fall because of the impact of the explosion and fell into the siege of these thugs.

"If that's the case, then kill you all." Zhou Hao was angry that these guys hindered him, and hated their atrocities against the Chinese, so he didn't wait for them to attack him, so he used ten successes against these unworthy beasts. The killing began.

Ever since he possessed high-strength martial arts, Zhou Hao has never tried to use ten successful powers even in the face of a master like the master and the wind demon Kotaro, because he is afraid that if he can't control his measure, he will hurt the innocent.

However, Zhou Hao didn't need to be merciful to these beasts whose hands were stained with Chinese blood.