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Chapter 479 I only want elites and not pleasure.

New York, Brooklyn.

In the lobby of a red-brick double-story mansion, Marcelo was looking at the M4A1+ carbine in his hand.

There were still fifteen minutes left before the agreed time for action. He had already finished the things he used to kill time. He had nothing to do but look carefully at the thing in his hand.

Whether the operation can be successful or not depends on whether this M4A1+ carbine is as powerful as the big brother said.

In addition to him, there were six killers from different gangs involved in this operation.

Either tall or short.

The most conspicuous one among them is the African-American man sitting blankly on the single sofa. He is more than two meters tall and his arms are longer than his knees. He seems to be atavistic.

Marcelo had heard of the reputation of the stupid big guy, the killer of the K5 K Gang, and was known as the wild beast.

Due to the atmosphere within the Kung Fu Gang, anyone who is not a white person is considered an inferior person in their eyes.

So they didn't give the wild beast any name, they just called this person the wild beast.

The man's brain is not very good, but he has very terrifying physical fitness. He once climbed up the Empire State Building with his bare hands and killed a media boss who lived on the 40th floor and offended the K5 KG, which made him famous.

The Five K Gang brought out the wild beast this time, which was considered to be an attempt to completely extinguish David's fire of life.

Under the mayor's New Deal, the major gangs in New York were dealt a heavy blow. It was a blow on all aspects, from stealing to selling drugs and firearms. Without exception, they were all slashed on the main arteries.

The choice left to the gangsters is to leave New York and develop elsewhere.

Or stay and kill David.

Between the two, gangsters naturally choose the latter.

They ran to other people's territory, and they had to go through a bloody storm before they could seize the territory.

Stay and only need to kill David.

As for whether David is protected by God.

This is not a difficult problem to solve in the minds of gang bosses.

Marcelo is a good example.

He assassinated David. He was initially panicked, thinking that God was going to punish him. After staying at home for two or three days, he realized that he had thought too much.

God did not punish him at all, which gradually made him bolder.

Just like the first time he killed, Marcelo felt a little scared, but the second and third times left him with excitement. After killing more, only numbness remained in his heart.

If God only heals David and does not punish them, then they only need to beat David to the point where even God cannot save him.

Six M4A1+ carbines, twenty-three grenades, two flash bombs, plus a beast that tears human bodies with its hands.

The seven of them could defeat David without even a complete human form.

For peace of mind, Marcelo and the others tattooed Satan directly on their bodies.

Not all gangsters believe that they can be forgiven by God if they abandon evil and do good. They prefer to directly tattoo the king of hell, Satan, and let the one from hell cover them. If they go to hell in the future, they will continue to work for Satan.

Damn it, Marcelo just wants to do evil, kill, rob, fuck, girl!

"Come on, God will show up soon! Let's see if labor can do you!"

This sentence has recently become the most common words shouted by gangsters in entertainment, which can give them the greatest degree of satisfaction when they commit violence against women, as if God is afraid of his own power.

Marcelo paused in wiping his gun, then shook his head in disdain as he watched his companion press a fair-skinned woman under him.

Women mean nothing.

He liked the male owner of this family more, but unfortunately, he went too far and killed him early.

"Ha ha!"

The tall, strong African-American man laughed with satisfaction. When he was satisfied, he tightened the wire in his hand.

The iron wire wrapped around the woman's neck had iron spikes, which were directly embedded in the flesh and blood, piercing her aorta. Blood spurted out instantly and landed on the brown sofa.

The pair of tear-filled eyes lost their luster and turned into dead eyes as the body trembled.

"Phew, it feels so good."

"Sark, don't make your legs weak."

"Haha, Marcelo, I have no problem fighting for another 300 rounds."

Sack let go of the wire in his hand, letting the woman fall down on the sofa and look at her dead husband.

His principle is to have a great time without thinking about the future or the past, and just be immersed in the happiness of the present.

Before taking action, it was Sark's suggestion to randomly select the houses of wealthy people.

He likes to do things before doing things.

Power and status are of little use in front of firearms.

The devout faith can't save them, it will only make Sac feel satisfied from the bottom of his heart. This feeling of trampling on the order and trampling on the gods is really great.

"Is it almost time?"

"Well, David's going to be patrolling the Labor Party in Brooklyn at seven o'clock in the evening."

"To do something like that and hang around all day instead of staying in the city hall is simply looking down on us."

"The noble Holy Son probably thinks that everything can be solved with just one sentence."

"Haha."

The people present laughed wildly, and only the beast sat there quietly.

Before he received the order, his eyes were dull and devoid of any threat.

Suddenly, the wild beast sensed an unusual danger, "Roar!" He let out a low roar without waiting for Marcelo to ask why.

Darkness enveloped their vision.

It was like suddenly entering the bedroom at three o'clock in the morning in winter, without turning on the lights.

……

The sudden darkness made Marcelo almost unable to see and fell into a temporary state of blindness.

A little, he saw vague outlines.

The flat ground and magnificent dome seemed to be huge pillars supporting the dome. There were lanterns on the pillars, and there seemed to be a thick black flame floating inside that was different from the light black around it.

"what is this?"

Marcelo screamed in surprise, his eyes swept around, and then landed on the throne on the nine steps, "Who are you?"

He yelled, and a trace of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

If there's anything to be thankful for, it's that the other person doesn't look like God.

A dark crown was placed on his head, and black clothes like flowing water covered the surface of his body. A pair of red eyes looked down at them condescendingly.

"Are you Satan?"

Sack spoke, his tone showing fear and a hint of joy. He couldn't wait to become a servant of Satan so that he could do evil in the world.

Qingze raised his index finger, and seven masses of liquid darkness fell from the dome, fell to the ground, and quickly condensed into human shapes.

Head, hands and feet and a suit of armor.

Seven shadow soldiers stood there.

"Defeat them and you will live."

Qingze did not directly gather a hundred thousand troops to make the opponent despair, but planned to give them a glimmer of hope of survival and let them fight hard. Only in this way can he see a good show.

Marcelo took a look at the shadow men in armor. Without any hesitation, he quickly pulled the trigger of the M4A1+ carbine.

A barrage of bullets vented outward in gunfire, passing through the seemingly sturdy armor of the shadow soldiers.

Those bullets could not cause any damage to the shadow soldiers, and they had no intention of attacking.

It wasn't until the thought of letting him kill the enemy flashed through Qingze's mind that the shadow soldier quickly pounced forward.

"Go to hell!"

Marcelo shouted, retreating quickly, and kept pulling the trigger in his hand. The whizzing bullets could not stop the shadow soldiers from moving.

Its hands were like the claws of a beast, and it swung forward suddenly. The flesh, flesh, bones, and firearms all seemed to turn into soft tofu at this moment, easily torn into pieces by the shadow soldiers.

Flesh, flesh, and organs fell to the ground one after another.

Under Qingze's control, the ground turned into a glutton, swallowing up both corpses and firearms.

When the others saw this scene, their faces suddenly showed expressions of fear.

What a joke, the gun is useless at all.

Then how can they fight?

Sark and the others quickly focused their attention on the wild beast, and then shook their heads.

Bullets can pass directly through the shadow soldier's body, can fists be effective?

In the midst of life and death, Sark's brain was operating at its fastest speed. He suddenly reacted and said with great joy: "Don't we have flash bombs?"

"That's right! Sack, you should be the one to carry it!"

"Fake!"

Sack went from joy to sadness. He remembered that he was indeed responsible for keeping two flash bombs and equipped them with him. However, when he was communicating with the hostess, he threw them on the table.

Now he is standing here naked.

"What a fool I am!"

He couldn't help but slap himself, because he didn't catch the flash bomb in time just now.

Qingze heard their conversation.

Even if the distance between the two parties is a little far, in the shadow world, he seems to have the ability to activate the catalyst sensor at all times, and can clearly see any of their movements and hear sounds.

It's just that this full perspective is limited to the Shadow World.

"I'll give you a chance."

Qingze raised his head and activated his catalytic sensing ability, allowing him to peek into the world outside the shadows, thereby controlling the shadow of the sofa, making the shadow climb onto the table like a living python, swallowing flash bombs and grenades into his mouth.

Falling in front of Sark.

He was overjoyed, quickly grabbed the flash bomb, pulled out the safety pin of the flash bomb, and threw it forward.

Then he covered his eyes with both hands, and a strong blazing white light quickly lit up. The strong flash seemed to penetrate the palms of his hands, illuminating Sac's eyes with blood.

Under such strong light, Qingze found that the shadow soldiers were quickly eliminated.

Not only that, even the shadows on the ground and walls disintegrated in the strong light.

But the scale of the shadow world is no different from the real world. The bright light of a flash bomb is just a grain of sand in the ocean, and the area that can be destroyed is too small.

Qingze concluded that physical attacks were almost ineffective against shadow soldiers, or that the power of bullets might be too low.

Strong light can play a role in dispersing shadows.

He wanted to understand this, waved his hand, and a group of shadows fell from the dome. He had no intention of fulfilling the agreement to let them live and become his subordinates.

(End of this chapter)