The Big Devil in the American Comics World

Emma reacted quickly.

The moment the gunshot sounded, she squatted down with her back against the car and opened the Thousand Machine Umbrella.

The car was bulletproof, and the bullets from the back could not pose a threat to her.

The bullets from the front were also blocked by the black umbrella. The rifle bullets hit the seemingly thin umbrella surface, making only a series of muffled sounds, like hail falling on the umbrella surface.

Emma's hands holding the umbrella did not even feel much impact.

"Survived!"

Emma breathed a sigh of relief:

"Boss is really amazing, not only does he have this kind of black technology equipment, he is also ridiculously strong..."

Recalling the calmness and elegance of her own boss when he easily dodged the crazy attack of the Dust Angel, and the fierceness and violence when he knocked the Dust Angel unconscious with three punches and one kick, Emma's heart was secretly throbbing:

"That was a superhuman who could smash a car with one punch, and Boss actually knocked her over easily! He didn't even spit out the cigarette in his mouth. This kind of crushing victory... Such a powerful and elegant man..."

Emma licked her lips, and a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes under the lenses:

"It's so likable..."

Emma has done a psychological test for herself. She knows that she is a psychopath without empathy, cold-blooded and cruel, a natural bad seed and a devil.

She also has a stronger possessiveness than ordinary people.

Whatever she wants, she must get it even if she uses any means.

Now she has set her sights on her own boss, and she has an unprecedented desire in her heart.

She wants to get him, conquer him, and even...exclusively own him.

Of course, she also knew that a man as outstanding as Boss must have many women around him.

But what does it matter?

She could completely eliminate all the women around him one by one, just like she had eliminated those who had hindered and threatened her before, until he belonged to her alone.

The born bad girl hid behind the Thousand Machine Umbrella, listening to the sound of bullets hitting the car and the umbrella, with dark desires and fantasies surging in her heart.

Li Xingzhou stood in the rain of bullets, letting the bullets from both sides continue to hit him, only raising his palms to slightly cover his cheeks, looking at the enemies on both sides through his fingers.

There were more than a dozen gunmen dressed like urban anti-terrorist forces, black combat uniforms, bulletproof vests, bulletproof helmets, black masks, long and short guns, skilled tactical movements, accurate marching shooting, and reasonable firepower distribution. They looked like elite regular troops.

But these gunmen were undoubtedly not regular troops.

In Da Piaoliang, the private soldiers of many forces, at least in terms of light weapons, were better equipped than the fourth-class regular army Ma Run.

After all, the scale of private soldiers is small, and the forces that can afford them naturally have enough financial resources to use the most sophisticated custom equipment to arm their private soldiers to the teeth.

"Not only are there mutant killers, but there are also more than a dozen well-equipped elite gunmen...sent by the Punishment Group?"

Without much speculation, Li Xingzhou knew that this attack was most likely the work of the Punishment Group.

Who told him to intercept the Rex Prison that the Punishment Group was determined to get?

"American business war... is really interesting."

The bullets fell on his body, making a clanging sound like hitting a steel plate. One by one, the bullets broke his clothes, fell on the dark golden skin, and were bounced away by the indestructible demon gold body.

Soon, a pile of twisted and deformed bullets fell at Li Xingzhou's feet.

For these gunmen, Li Xingzhou did not intend to do it himself.

No matter how elite the gunmen were, they were just ordinary people, and it was not worth it for him to kill them personally.

Besides, he was a little hungry now. The energy consumption of activating the "Golden Body of the Heavenly Demon" was really a bit large, so he needed to replenish himself.

He took out five thumb-sized skeleton "dolls" from his pocket, threw them on the ground, and said:

"Crush them."

Then he walked towards Jason, who was lying in the trunk of the car, under the rain of bullets.

Behind him, there were deep and terrifying wolf howls. The five skeleton dolls grew as soon as they landed on the ground, and in a blink of an eye, they turned into five skeleton werewolves with a standing height of between 2.2 and 2.3 meters. They were divided into two groups and roared towards the gunmen on both sides of the road.

Soon, the gunmen's gunfire rhythm became chaotic, followed by screams of fear, wails of dying, and strange sounds of flesh and bones being torn and crushed.

Even the elite gunmen with excellent qualities were still vulnerable in the face of supernatural forces.

Li Xingzhou calmly came to Jason in the pleasant sound of killing, pressed his palm on his forehead, and activated the Four Eclipses of the Heavenly Demon.

After a while.

Everything was quiet.

The five skeleton werewolves wiped out all the gunmen. Not only did they strictly follow Li Xingzhou's instructions to crush them completely, but they also spit out the flames of hell, destroying their bodies and burning them to ashes.

After killing the skeleton werewolves, the black and red thick bones were stained with strange blood-like patterns, which meant that they absorbed the blood and vitality of the victims and slightly strengthened their own strength.

Yes, although these five skeleton werewolves are only the lowest "toy" level magic weapons, they also have a certain growth ability. They can absorb the blood and vitality of the enemy to strengthen themselves during the killing.

Of course, since they are toys, there is naturally an upper limit to their growth space.

In order to break through the upper limit, Li Xingzhou has to further restore his strength and refine it again.

The skeleton warriors grew up, but poor Jason couldn't make it this time. Under the "hungry" Li Xingzhou's pumping-like crazy suction, his body quickly shrank and withered, and finally turned into ashes.

Of course, Jason didn't die, he just returned to hell. It's just that I don't know how long it will take before he can be resurrected in hell.

Having temporarily lost Jason, his half-brother, Li Xingzhou was a little sad for a second, then stretched his arms, feeling the almost sufficient vitality, and nodded with satisfaction:

"Very good, there is no need to use the Dust Angel as a blood bag..."

As an authentic magic skill, the predatory devouring of "Heavenly Demon Four Eclipses" is extremely harmful to blood bags.

Even Jason, a human demon with the conceptual "immortality" ability, finally couldn't bear it after being plundered by Li Xingzhou again and again, and his body was turned into ashes, not to mention other creatures without immortality?

Like the Dust Angel, if Li Xingzhou used her as a blood bag, even if he used the most gentle means to plunder her vitality, it would cause serious loss of her essence.

Even if she recovered after a period of rest, it would only be a superficial recovery. Her potential would be greatly affected and her life span would be greatly reduced.

Fortunately, Jason could already help Li Xingzhou make up for the deficit, so there was no need to take the Dust Angel for supplementation. Li Xingzhou admired this tough girl very much and wanted to recruit her as a jailer.

After replenishing the essence, Li Xingzhou came to Emma, ​​who was still carefully hiding behind the umbrella, and smiled:

"It's over. Call Bancel and ask him to pick us up."

Emma then poked her head out from behind the umbrella, looked around carefully, and then looked at Li Xingzhou, whose clothes were shot into a sieve, with a worried and concerned expression on her delicate and beautiful face:

"Boss, are you okay?"

Looking at Emma's seemingly sincere and caring expression, Li Xingzhou laughed in his heart.

He had seen that the girl had no empathy, and knew that she could not understand the emotions of worrying and caring for others. She might worry, but she would only worry about her own situation. She was not moved by anything that happened to others.

Everything she expressed at this time was just acting.

Of course, he did not expose it, but said softly:

"Don't worry, I am unharmed."

Emma then pretended to be relieved, stood up, took out her mobile phone and called Bancel.

Soon, three cars drove out from the opposite Rex Island, got on the bridge, and drove over here.

It was Bancel who led the team to Rex Island.