kingnovel Chapter 557: Rainfall and gunfire ignite, Qingzhu saves the crowd and shows his courage
Chapter 557: Rainfall and gunfire ignite, Qingzhu saves the crowd and shows his courage
In the drizzle, the members of the Black Killing Group froze in place as if the pause button had been pressed.
What just happened? Were they collectively hallucinating?
"Captain Dachang, what...what did you just say?" A member of the Black Killer Team asked tremblingly, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.
Kill...Kill the Divine Messenger? !
This is someone from the Pure Land!
This is an existence that the Black Kill Group must not provoke!
Is the leader group crazy?
Or is he actually some long-lost psychopathic relative?
After a short silence, whispers broke out in the crowd, and everyone looked at Shen Qingzhu as if he were an alien.
That expression seemed to say, "Team Leader, wake up! Even if you don't want your life, we still want it!"
Their inner OS is spinning like crazy:
"Fuck, the chief team is going to cause trouble!"
"God's Oracle! That's a mobile nuclear bomb! We can't afford to offend!"
"Team Leader, calm down! Let's talk it over. Don't be impulsive!"
Facing the shocked and puzzled gazes of the crowd, Shen Qingzhu's expression was as calm as water, without the slightest hesitation.
He slowly raised the special pistol in his hand, and the cold muzzle locked firmly on the left eye of the Red Messenger in the robe not far away.
"Don't talk nonsense." Shen Qingzhu's voice was low and decisive, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, cutting through the silence of the rainy night.
"If I say kill, then I must kill!"
His eyes were as firm as a rock, without the slightest hesitation, as if he had already made up his mind to die.
An aura of determination slowly emanated from his body, making it almost impossible for the Black Killer Team members around him to breathe.
Shen Qingzhu took a deep breath and gripped the gun tightly in his hand, as if he was holding his own destiny in his hands.
He knew what kind of storm this shot would cause.
But he has no way out. In order to protect the justice in his heart and to protect those innocent lives, he must do this!
"boom!"
A crisp gunshot pierced the rainy night.
A silver bullet, carrying the breath of death, cut through the air and headed straight for the left eye of the Divine Messenger...
The bullet drew a silver line in the air, and under the tense gaze of the crowd, it was about to hit the left eye of the Oracle.
However, at this critical moment, the divine messenger Oracle slowly raised his hand.
Without panic or dodging, he just waved his hand lightly, and an invisible barrier appeared in front of him.
The bullet hit the barrier with a crisp "ding" sound, and then fell to the ground helplessly, like a discarded toy.
The divine messenger smiled contemptuously, slowly lowered his hand, and glanced at the members of the Black Killing Group around him, as if he were looking at a group of ants.
"You don't know your own limitations." He uttered these four words lightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
The next second, he raised his other hand, palm facing up, and a ball of crimson flame appeared out of thin air.
Jumping, spinning, emitting suffocating heat waves.
He waved lightly, and the fireball flew out like an arrow and landed in the middle of the street.
"boom!"
With a loud bang, the fireball exploded, instantly igniting everything around it.
People in the streets, their coattails set on fire, screamed in terror;
The fuel tank of a car parked on the roadside was detonated by the high temperature, making a deafening explosion;
The walls of the building were licked by flames, making crackling sounds.
The entire street instantly turned into a sea of fire.
Thick smoke billowed, flames shot into the sky, people were terrified and fled in all directions, and the cries, screams and explosions intertwined together, forming a scene of hell on earth.
The air was filled with a pungent burnt smell, making it almost impossible to breathe.
The messenger Oracle stood in the center of the sea of fire with a calm expression, as if all this had nothing to do with him.
He looked at the chaotic scene in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a strange smile.
"It's so noisy..."
The divine messenger Oracle frowned slightly, obviously displeased with the noisy "symphony".
He snorted contemptuously and raised his hand slightly. The fireballs that were originally running around seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force and changed direction, whizzing towards the screaming pedestrians.
"Ahhh-"
The shrill screams stopped abruptly, replaced by a creepy "sizzling" sound - the sound of flesh being burned.
The air was filled with a sickening smell of burning, as if the messenger from hell had opened the door to the human world and spread the breath of death.
On the street, the pedestrians who were once lively and energetic have now turned into charred corpses, lying on the ground in all directions like discarded rag dolls.
The streets that were bustling with people just now were now dead silent, with only the occasional "thump" sound - that was the sound of a charred corpse falling to the ground, which sounded particularly clear and terrifying in the silent night.
Those who had managed to escape the fireball attack were now frightened out of their wits. They knelt on the ground, trembling. Even though their bodies were burned by the aftermath of the flames, they dared not make a sound.
They lowered their heads and closed their eyes, as if this could help them escape reality and avoid the gaze of death.
Their hearts are filled with fear and helplessness, like wild beasts trapped in a cage, they can only endure the painful torture silently.
The Oracle looked around, nodded with satisfaction, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse, like a whisper from hell: "Quiet, so good..." He paused, his eyes fell on the trembling members of the Black Killing Group not far away, "Next..."
"Retreat!" Shen Qingzhu's order was brief and powerful, but it exploded in everyone's ears like thunder.
The members of the Black Killing Group looked confused and had a lot of questions in their heads.
What?
withdraw?
Now?
Just kidding?
Didn’t we have to deal with the Oracle just now?
Why did this change so suddenly?
The direction of this plot is even more outrageous than the melodramatic TV series they follow!
"Team leader, are we really retreating?" someone asked cautiously, fearing that a wrong tone would make Shen Qingzhu angry.
"Retreat! Stop talking nonsense!" Shen Qingzhu emphasized again, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
He stared at the oracle with cold eyes, but was thinking about his next plan in his mind.
Asaka Kenkura stood in the crowd, feeling extremely conflicted.
He was hesitant. On the one hand, he was worried that he would be punished for disobeying orders. On the other hand, he felt that retreating like this was too spineless and did not fit his image as the "boss of the Black Killing Group."
"This...this isn't good, is it?" Qian Jiancang objected weakly. "We should at least fight the Divine Messenger for a few moves. It would be so embarrassing if we just ran away like this!"
"Shame on you? Better than losing your life, right?" Shen Qingzhu gave him a cold look. "If you want to stay and get roasted like a skewer, I won't stop you."
Asaka Kenkura shuddered and instantly lost his temper.
Meat skewers?
The picture was so beautiful that he couldn't even imagine it.
"I... I'd better retreat." Asaka Kenkura swallowed his saliva and obediently followed the main force to slip away.
"Everyone, follow me!" Qian Jiancang took a deep breath. Instead of waiting to die here, it would be better to trust Shen Qingzhu once. Maybe there would be a turning point.
With a big wave of his hand, he led the Black Killing Group to quickly evacuate the streets filled with flames.
"Team leader, we're leaving! You...you be careful!" Asano Kenkura shouted back while running.
Shen Qingzhu did not respond, but just silently watched their receding backs, with a barely perceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Oh, you want to run? Not that easy..." The voice of the oracle sounded in the flames, with a hint of mockery and cruelty.
"boom--"
The divine messenger Oracle thrust his hands forward suddenly, and the flames that were still burning seemed to be infused with some mysterious power.
It expanded instantly and turned into a ferocious flaming beast, pouncing at the fleeing members of the Black Killing Group with bared fangs and claws.
This giant beast was as tall as a three-story building, and its body was burning with flames, as if it were made of magma.
As it ran, the ground shook violently and made a rumbling sound, as if an earthquake was coming.
Wherever it passed, everything was burned to ashes, and the air was filled with a suffocating burnt smell.
"What the hell! What the hell is this?!"
"Oh my god! Help!"
"Team Leader! Come up with a plan!"
The members of the Black Killing Group were terrified, their faces turned pale, and they ran desperately, wishing their parents had given them two more legs.
As they ran, they looked back and saw that the giant flaming beast was getting closer and closer. A huge shadow was looming over them, as if the scythe of the god of death was already on their necks.
At this critical moment, Shen Qingzhu suddenly snapped his fingers.
"Snapped!"
The crisp sound of snapping fingers seemed particularly abrupt in the noisy environment.
In an instant, an invisible area with Shen Qingzhu as the center rapidly expanded, covering the flaming beast, the members of the Black Killing Group, and the passers-by around them.
The flaming giant beast, which was originally so aggressive, seemed to have paused the moment it entered the territory.
It instantly solidified in the air, and the flames on its body went out, turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating into the air.
"What...what is going on?"
"I...are we saved?"
"The Dachang Group is awesome! 666!"
The members of the Black Killing Group who survived the disaster sat on the ground, gasping for breath, with expressions of relief and joy written all over their faces.
The way they looked at Shen Qingzhu was full of admiration and awe, as if they were looking at a savior.
The passers-by who were affected also came to their senses. They supported each other and stood up, with joy on their faces at surviving the disaster, and thanked Shen Qingzhu repeatedly.
However, in this seemingly calm atmosphere, an invisible pressure quietly descended.
The air around seemed to freeze, becoming dull and depressing.
Mysterious gazes, like searchlights, scanned the crowd, as if looking for something.
"Hmm?" Shen Qingzhu frowned slightly, keenly aware of this strange breath. His eyes,
He casually glanced at the shadow of a tall building in the distance, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Interesting..."