The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

Feng Ju chased to the gate of the community with all his strength and had to stop.

The black-faced evildoer and the special commissioner had run away.

"I can't keep up with the special commissioner, damn it. If my bones were better and my martial arts skills were higher, I might be able to keep up, or even kill the evildoer on the spot in the house."

Feng Ju felt that he had missed a great achievement, and the feeling of regret and powerlessness gripped his heart. Feng Ju's breathing became depressed. He really wanted to make progress.

Then,

A white mask without facial features quickly enlarged in his field of vision.

"Another one?" Feng Ju was shocked. A chill first ran up his spine from the soles of his feet, and his Adam's apple moved unconsciously.

Then, his eyes shot out a hot light, and his whole head became hot: "Another one!"

The surprise of regaining the enemy filled Feng Ju's chest, making his adrenaline soar. In an instant, he forgot and ignored the danger of the evildoer.

Feng Ju shouted a warning, while bending his arm to the side, and stabbed the skeleton mask with a short knife.

"This man looks familiar, it turns out he is Feng Mu's cheap father."

"But I'm not Feng Mu, I'm now the evil member of [Destiny], Mask~"

Feng Mu turned his head indifferently, without any emotional waves in his eyes. He had no love or hatred for Feng Ju, and would not deliberately increase the intensity of his attack, nor would he hold back.

Just like the mask's face without facial features, he treated everyone equally with indifference.

He raised his hand to hook his claws, pinched the blade with two fingers, and twisted it into a twist.

Feng Ju's eyes blurred, and the whole person flew into the air, the mask disappeared from his sight, and he fell heavily to the ground, and fell to the ground.

Feng Mu stepped on Feng Ju's chest and suddenly rushed forward, and the latter's eyes went black again, and blood spurted out of his mouth.

Feng Mu didn't care whether Feng Ju lived or died. He pushed aside the opponent's obstruction and rushed towards the nearest police chiefs like thunder.

As he expected, they had just seen the evil black face go away, and they didn't expect another evil mask to appear.

As soon as their nerves relaxed, they were caught off guard, and the speed of taking out their guns and aiming was obviously not as fast as the brutal enemy who rushed into the crowd.

As soon as a police chief put his hand on the gun, Feng Mu took the lead, and his finger hook pulled the sharp whistle, cutting the gun body like foam, and a few fingers with smooth cut surfaces fell together.

Another police chief just took out his gun and had no time to aim, but Feng Mu got close to him and gouged out his eyes with a dragonfly.

Another police chief didn't have time to draw his gun, and roared and hugged Feng Mu around the waist, trying to capture him, but his spine was pulled out from behind by his claws, and the whole person suddenly fell limp on the ground.

Feng Mu's speed was not as fast as the dark-faced one, so he could not be pulled away by these head constables and be shot at by kites, because he did not have the flexible footwork to dodge bullets.

So he had to kill as many head constables as possible, not seeking to kill them, but to destroy their ability to draw their guns with one strike.

If they died, it was their fate, and if they didn't die, he would not make up for it, because that would be a waste of time.

Feng Mu was trying to seize the initiative and time, because those head constables also reacted and were frantically pulling away from him.

They also saw that, unlike the dark-faced one whose movements were almost unclear, the masked man in front of them was not so fast, but had terrifying strength and vicious claws. As long as he was touched at close range, his bones, flesh and fascia would be pierced like tofu.

"One, two, three... six, seven!"

Feng Mu counted silently in his heart, and when he destroyed the seventh head constable, the gunshots finally rang.

Feng Mu felt a pain in his lower back. A bullet penetrated his lower back. It seemed that one of his intestines was broken by the bullet. Blood gushed out from the bullet hole.

Feng Mu's pupils turned red instantly. He stepped on his feet and pounced like a hungry tiger.

The police chief who fired the gun was horrified and fired two more shots. The next second, the gun barrel exploded. It was Feng Mu who blocked the gun hole with his fingertips.

The gun barrel exploded, and the bullet fragments shot out from the breech, covering his face.

His shrill screams made the hearts of other police chiefs who were about to shoot tremble.

They were all old police chiefs in the patrol room. They had seen some powerful warriors before. For example, the black-faced man and the scarred woman were also very scary. They killed people like cutting grass.

But they were still flesh and blood. They still had to dodge bullets instead of sticking to them.

Using fingers to block the holes of bullets, is this still a human being? The most terrifying thing is that it was the barrel of the gun that exploded, not his fingers?

Feng Mu pulled out his fingers, and the flesh on the tip of his fingers was blown off, revealing a hideous bone finger like a hook.

The finger hook slashed forward, drawing a white light under the night sky, and the screams in front of him stopped abruptly. The blood sprayed from the carotid artery sprinkled red spots on the white mask, which looked even more weird and evil.

This was the first time Feng Mu finished off the enemy tonight.

Feng Mu lowered his head and used his fingers to dig out three bullets from his stomach, and three blood holes were gushing out.

The icon of [Crazy Blood] on the retina was brighter than ever.

The idea of ​​bloodthirstiness and killing filled his mind, and the violent emotions were provoking his nerves.

Feng Mu stepped on the ground, leaving a footprint, and his speed suddenly increased a lot.

Looking at the blood-stained mask rushing towards him, the head of the police had a pounding heart, his index finger was welded to the trigger, and the bullets were fired continuously.

In Feng Muyinhong's field of vision, he could vaguely see the shadow of the trajectory. He suddenly shifted his step, used the crudest footwork, and relied on his terrifying strength and explosive speed to dodge nine bullets.

Only one bullet hit his chest, which happened to pass through the gap between his ribs and penetrated the right lung.

Breathing suddenly became painful, as if his lungs were on fire, and then there was even stronger power and speed.

With a light finger stroke, a terrified head flew up into the air, and the broken neck seemed to have not reacted. It stopped for a moment before blood spurted straight up.

It was a long story, but in reality it was just a quick move. In less than half a minute, more than a dozen police chiefs were either dead or injured.

And Mu had been shot four times, his [mad blood] was burning hot, and his [feast] was thirsty.

Wang Yilin was a little scared. He had left a total of 30 police chiefs to set up an ambush, and they were severely hit by the black face and the mask. Now there are less than half of them left.

But why does the mask seem to get stronger the more it is shot?

My strength and speed seem to have increased exponentially. I must be hallucinating because I am too tired~

Wang Yilin rubbed his eyes fiercely and said angrily: "Shoot, everyone shoot. He was shot. He is struggling to death. Kill him together. I will ask for credit from the special commissioner later."

Bang bang bang bang——

The gunshots were loud.

Feng Mu stood there and took a deep breath. He smelled the bloody smell of more than 1,000 people in the air.

The icon of [Feast] was beating violently with the heartbeat, as if it was coming alive completely.

It was like a mouse entering a rice warehouse. Originally, it could suppress the impulse in its heart, but now it was injured and lost blood, and the feeling of hunger and thirst was multiplied. How could it be resisted~

Feng Mu stepped on the ground, and the air seemed to explode with a gas explosion, and he rushed straight to Wang Yilin.

The dense bullets behind him hit his back, tearing his clothes to reveal a dense mass of white bones, like a strange bone armor, not like a human body.

The thermos in the bag was shot to pieces by bullets, and the bag and clothes were soaked with blood.

"You forced me to do this~" The grinding sound under the mask was chilling.

This was the last sentence Wang Yilin heard in this world. In front of him was a ghost face completely stained with blood...