The Death God Comes
Outside the arch of the manor is an open green lawn with undulating grass slopes extending to both sides, and a wide and neat corridor in the middle leading to the manor in front.
At night, the light rain made the gang members guarding the manor unhappy, so they could only curse Forks for the damn weather.
rumble!
The sound of an engine in the distance of the manor attracted everyone's attention. There was a big shot in the manor today, and the leader issued a death order. If anything happened, they were afraid that they would be severely punished.
Hundreds of gangsters held guns and looked forward vigilantly, and even a few had heavy firepower, maintaining a posture of firing at any time.
In the dark road, two bright rays of light pierced through. Listening to the noise that was getting closer, the voice of the deputy leader came from everyone's earphones: "Stop that person, the leader will not see anyone today. If he is here to make trouble, Get rid of him."
"clear."
Whoosh~
Just when everyone was concentrating on looking ahead, a thin tearing air sound was transmitted, and a slender metal steel pipe tore through the dark night sky, piercing seven or eight gangsters straight through. It was firmly nailed to the wall of the manor.
Blood spattered, and screams followed.
"Damn, there are enemies, open fire."
"Fire, fire you stupid idiots~~"
clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter!
The sound of roaring, continuous fire covered everything, and the storm of bullets drowned the approaching motorcycles on the road ahead.
More than a dozen overhead lights on the fence of the manor were turned on, illuminating the road ahead of the manor like daylight.
Under the cover of this terrifying firepower, everyone believed that no one could survive.
However, the following picture broke their perception of the world.
They saw a black Ducati racing towards him at an extremely terrifying speed. The storm of bullets they fired were just a few random movements of the car before the opponent dodged. Does a human have these kinds of reflexes?
The most important thing is that a blue energy barrier unexpectedly appeared on the front of the bullet that could not be avoided.
The seemingly thin barrier can block the impact of bullets.
It is very beautiful to strike and even the little fluorescent light on it.
What kind of motorcycle is this? Is there a technology as energy barrier?
While shocking the opponent's "high technology", several smart people have already launched RPGs, and they don't believe that the opponent's energy barrier can block RPGs.
Rumble! !
In an instant, with the sound of fire and explosions, countless broken stones, tiles and bricks splashed, and the air waves exploded. Dust, smoke and fire covered the road ahead, making it impossible for people to see clearly what was going on inside.
"Isn't this dead?"
Long! Long!
The thought that had just arisen was suppressed by the sound of the engine again, and the Ducati, like a black ghost, rushed out of the fire and dust unscathed.
At this moment, Death God descended.
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The interior of the manor is magnificent, with a large number of oil paintings, sculptures, tapestries and many exquisite furniture preserved. The painted ceiling in the magnificent hall unfolds in the order of the war, showing Madero's victory.
The long library was originally designed as a gallery, and the rooms display some of the finest decorations in the palace, with full-length statues of Queen Anne, King William Mulborough Madero II and the first Duke Madero .
In the dining room, the tables are set with silver and gilt Minton flatware, and above the marble doors are decorated with the two-headed eagle of the duke when he was a prince of the Roman Empire.
Ultimate luxury.
In the larger study room of the manor, Blake Shelton, the leader of the barbarian Blake family, stood in front of several people like a servant.
With their slightly pale faces and suits, these people looked aristocratic.
One of them, an elegant middle-aged man with a mocking smile, sat on the main seat, and his green pupils didn't even look at Shelton. To him, the so-called gang leader was undoubtedly just a lowly servant.
Definitely a dog.
"Too greedy Shelton, you can only transform one of the contributions you have made in the past few years." The voice paused slightly, raised the wine glass in his hand, shook it, and sniffed it intoxicatedly: "You, or your son."
"You only get one chance."
"However, as I said before, I will provide you with a large number of girls under the age of eighteen, so you just..."
But before the words were finished, the old man who had been silent beside the elegant middle-aged man appeared in front of Shelton like a ghost. Under the latter's horrified gaze, he pinched his neck with one hand and raised it gently. The old man opened his mouth expressionlessly. :"you.."
Rumble! !
The explosion also interrupted the old man's words, making the middle-aged very unhappy.
But then he frowned, and the same was true for the few people behind him and the old man.
The old man At the moment ignored Shelton, who was still in fear, and threw it down to look at the middle-aged man: "Master, there should be only one person on the other side."
"Master Sangberg, there are hundreds of guards in the manor, and a large number of light and heavy firepower arrangements, even if the opponent is the military, it is impossible to break through."
Shelton, who wanted to make amends, spoke with a proud face.
Sangberg and the old man heard what Shelton meant, and it was nothing more than raising their own social status, which was simply stupid to them.
However, the sound of gunfire and screams quietly disappeared.
The whole manor suddenly became extremely quiet, except for the breathing of the few people in the study, there was only the sound of the remaining explosions.
The strange dead silence made Shelton, who was very confident in his own armed forces, sink in his heart.
He is very clear about what this means, but he can't believe that his armed forces have been wiped out in such a short period of time.
Duo! Duo! Duo!
There was a knock on the door, and several people in the study looked at the door instantly.
Sangberg raised his jaw slightly at his subordinates.
Several other people nodded and walked slowly towards the door. Their light footsteps were as light as feathers without making a sound, and they slowly approached the door. One of them reached out to hold the handle, while the others were vigilant and waiting to attack at any time.
The moment when the pale hand holds the doorknob.
boom!
An unbelievable force suddenly erupted from the other end of the door, and the expensive wooden door was instantly shattered, and the sawdust and wooden thorns pierced through several people like bullets.
Blood, like a fountain, infects the walls and floors of the study room everywhere.