The sunset is like a tide rolling over the west clouds. Outside the abandoned warehouse near the coastline, the sound of gunfire is gradually concentrated in the howling wind.

Wow—

A bullet passed the red color of the sunset, and its concave and convex body avoided it in advance. The bullet hit the ground and splashed a stream of sand and dust. When Guo Manyuan, wearing a tube top and a short-sleeved jacket, bounced up from the ground, picked up a stone, suddenly turned into a grenade, threw it forward, and threw it in front of a gang member.

The latter looked at the small ball rolling around his feet and his face turned pale and he hurriedly rushed out to the side.

However, the one who greeted him was the rushing dog woman. She stepped on her feet, jumped up, raised her knees, and hit the man hard. When Bengfei's teeth drew a curve with bloodline, his body also rolled to the ground. Then he struggled to get up, reaching out to grab the pistol that fell to the ground.

The next second, in the drooping gaze, a delicate shoe stepped on the gun first.

"Guo Manyuan" smiled at the man, and his appearance twisted in the light and shadow of the setting sun, turning into the appearance and figure of the man on the ground. He raised his hand and shot through the other person's head.

The guns on the ground splashed over the corpse and walked towards the gang members in the warehouse. Then a loud bang sound came out. Amid the huge metal collision, the wall of the old aluminum alloy warehouse broke a hole.

Two warehouse guards who had no time to hide were pressed under the body of the car and were crushed by the wheels. The other one was thrown directly and rolled down on the speeding roof with a series of broken bones.

Looking at the guards at the warehouse gate, the gang members were startled by the vehicle that suddenly hit the rear. When the gun turned over, the car that rushed in shook its tail and crossed the middle of the warehouse.

"It seems like a girl inside! Don't take it lightly."

The leader ordered his subordinates to surround the car and prepare to shoot, rock music was still playing in the car. Zhou Jin leaned against the chair cushion and shook his head gently. The gaps between the four doors, green smoke filled the gaps and sank to the ground.

It spreads rapidly like an infinitely extended carpet.

"What's going on...uh..."

Someone was about to pull the trigger, and suddenly withdrew his hand and covered his nose and mouth. He shook his body a few times and fell to the ground. His face turned blue and then turned black. As his body twitched, dark red liquid flowed out of his eyes, nose and ears.

Almost all the gang members around the body fell down one by one at the same time.

"O my God..." The leader held a semi-automatic rifle and looked at the blue smoke spreading on the ground. His face turned pale, he quickly retreated and jumped onto an oil barrel.

Bang!

In front, the car door suddenly kicked open, bent her long legs straight down, and the high heels stepped off the rushing green smoke. Zhou Jin chewed chewing gum, and with the unique clatter of the high heels, he headed towards the gang leader on the oil barrel. His slender waist and tight hips of the short skirt all moved with him, swaying out a sexy feeling that was difficult to move away from his sight.

"It's you, the furry American, who takes my boss's stuff?"

"Chinese people..."

The gang leader standing on the oil barrel obviously couldn't understand Chinese. The wild aura that had been gone before disappeared. Looking at the blue smoke surrounding him and the woman walking in the smoke, he was trembling all over, then gritted his teeth and raised his arms.

"...I'm going to kill you!"

He raised his arms with the rifle and shouted loudly. The gun body in his hand suddenly increased several times. With a bang, he broke free from his hand and pressed onto the oil barrel.

Outside the window on the second floor of the warehouse, a figure floated in from the broken window, walked straight to the sealed metal box placed there, and checked that there was no sign of opening on it.

He nodded to Zhou Jin below.

"The boss's stuff is intact, we can."

Below, Zhou Jin turned his face, curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and smiled charmingly on the American man who was pulling rifles hard toward the oil barrel.

"Grandman, you will go to hell if you steal something."

The palms spread out, bent into claws, and grabbed the other person's face. The scarlet nails were bent and instantly fell into the flesh and blood of the gang leader.

Zhou Jin pulled it out five deep marks, looking at the little flesh left on her nails, hummed and smiled a few times, and walked to the warehouse gate without looking back. The blue smoke filled her way quickly gathered and drilled into her body with her footsteps.

Outside, the last touch of redness was set in the setting sun.

It was all dark.

On the thirtyth floor of the hotel, the banquet had just reached its climax. In the melodious and joyful music, the few people who were superpowers were treated the best in this banquet.

Even the Mexican Jones, who looks ordinary, has a celebrity coming to chat with her.

"I like this kind of life, and I also like Anchorton, who lets us enter the ordinary society openly!"

Jero, who likes dessert, and Menia, who sits quietly on the side, are also in Allen Oaks's man raises his glass, smiles and raises the wine in his hand to echo the compliment.

"To be honest, the crow has no weapons and may not be able to face a psychic of the same level."

Jones hugged a famous lady, held her wine glass and nodded: "Even abilities who fight by external objects will not last long."

"If tomorrow is the quarterfinals, I really want to see the crow's expression without weapons on the court." Allen laughed and looked at Menia who was quietly drinking the wine over there, "Baby, do you think so?"

The blonde beauty smiled and raised the red wine in her hand: "......... the crow without weapons is so pitiful."

"Actually, I want to know more about who stole his weapons."

Everyone laughed when they heard this. At this moment, someone answered a call, and his originally funny expression suddenly collapsed.

After a moment, he put away the phone and said to him, Jones, Allen and others.

"The crow's weapon was found..."

Everyone saw that his expression was complicated and his mood also became sank. Alan forced a smile: "I won't buy it again, right?"

"It's a gang in the port. Someone reported there just now that a gunfight occurred. Someone saw a group of Chinese people heading over there, and then... my people went over and looked at it a few times, and all the gang members were dead."

Allen laughed dryly, stroked each other's palms, picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the wine, covering up his embarrassment: "That's not better, his subordinates kill people, he's going to jail."

On the balloon, the conductor was still waving the baton hard. Beethoven's Symphony No. 9 in minor music - Ode to Joy, is a great irony for now.

“The problem is…no evidence.”
Chapter completed!