Reborn Conceited Soldier

"Ah …" "Ah …    

The sounds of gunshots rang out as flames flickered. The screams seemed to complement each other. However, the only difference was that the people who had fired previously were not people screaming in pain. This time, it was the other way around. The person who had fired the shot became a screaming person.    

Although the time he had to cultivate the Soaring Dragon Technique was not long, it was already different from the past. They might not be able to dodge the bullets, but even if they were shot, it was only a superficial wound. Not to mention, the people from Kun Martial Sect were unable to keep up with their speed, and it would not be easy for them to be shot.    

"Ah …" A blood-curdling screech sounded in Bro Lang's ears. The panic-stricken him quickly turned his head to look. He felt as if his face was drenched in something hot and reeking of blood.    

"Ahhh …" Another two miserable shrieks rang out, both of them were near him, blood splattered on his body, Brother Lang, who had always been domineering and mighty, was now scared out of his wits, the handgun in his hand unconsciously pulled the trigger, he did not even know that there were no bullets left, the black figures in front of him all turned into a nightmare that he could not wipe out.    

Finally, the scream ended and everything calmed down again. Compared to that, Brother Lang would rather hear the gunshots and screams, knowing that he was still alive. The silence made him feel as if his soul had left his body, and fear filled his entire body.    

He lifted his eyes and scanned the area in front of him. He saw his men lying in pools of blood. All of them had died miserable deaths. Some of them had even had corpses lying on them. He shrank back against the wall next to the elevator and pressed against it, as if he wanted to merge into the wall and escape this Asura hell. He looked especially at the black-robed man standing in front of him, covered in a black robe, holding a long blade stained in blood.    

If Brother Lang had to describe the death god in his heart, he wouldn't think that it was the skeleton with a sickle, but the black-robed men with bloodstained sabers.    

"Hehe …" Do you know why you're still alive? " At this time, a voice entered Brother Lang's ears. A person walked out from within the black robed man. He was also covered by a black robe, and his face wore a white mask that would cause panic. It was hard to see his exact appearance.    

Brother Lang leaned against the wall, trembling, not daring to say a word.    

"Everyone has their own value, and only people with value can live on, with no value at all … I want to know how many people there are in Kun Martial Sect and where they are. I wonder if you have that kind of value to me? "    

Brother Lang seemed to have grabbed onto a lifesaver as soon as he heard that. He quickly crawled over and said incoherently, "Yes, there is …" I have, I have value. "    

"And the value of using it, you should be happy about it. Then... Lead the way! " The man in black stood up and waved to the people behind him. Two people immediately went up to carry Brother Lang onto the elevator.    

However, when they saw the scene of the massacre on the eleventh floor's corridor, many police officers with slightly lower mental fortitude turned their heads and vomited. Not a single corpse of seventy to eighty people was left alive, and such a terrifying scene was something that even the old police officers who had lived for several decades might not have seen before.    

However, tonight's Han City trap was bound to not be peaceful. The Han City and blood moon that Sikong Banyu wanted to create had only just begun. The Han City Bureau had just reported such a vile event. Before the higher ups could give any specific instructions, another call for the police appeared.    

And this time, even more people died. The corner of the night field in Han City was completely an Asura Hell, and the corpses of several hundred people littered all over the place, causing one's hair to stand on end.    

Squads of police officers appeared from all over the Han City, as if there was a war happening, and strictly checked the personnel at each intersection. Even the army had sent some people here to guard, because in just a short night, the Kun Martial Sect, which was comprised of over a thousand people, and with the exception of a few small fish and small shrimps who were lucky enough to escape, the rest of the people were all dead.    

As for the only witness that the Han City Bureau could get, it was a madman. His name was Li Changlang, and he was known as the gold medal fighter for Kun Martial Sect, and he had a very high status in Kun Martial Sect, but right now, he had become a madman who hid in a corner, trembling uncontrollably, and kept shouting words like "demon, ghost, and death god". And he was also the only one who survived the Kun Martial Sect with an identity.    

In just one night, over a thousand people had died right under their noses. Even if those terrorists attacked them, there was still one more sound, but all of this had happened soundlessly, just like the death god that Li Changlang spoke of, silently taking away the lives of thousands of people. And yet, the government of H Nation could not catch even a single hair of him, mysteriously disappearing.    

With the excuse of creating peace and practicing war, their goal was to spread to every nook and cranny of the Han City, to investigate every single one of the major traffic routes. The last clue that he had was the death god — a group of black-robed men dressed in the same manner as the death god. They had mysteriously arrived, destroyed thousands of people, and then mysteriously disappeared once again without a trace.    

The highest leader of H Nation's Internal Affairs Bureau had signed a secret order overnight. Instantly, many strange people appeared within the Han City. They were all agents of H Nation. Even the upper echelons of H Nation were shocked by this matter. They were silently slaughtering, and everyone was in danger. What were these people's motives? Who were their targets? He did not know that if he did not find them quickly, none of the officials of the country of H would be able to sleep at night.    

And the instigator, Sikong Banyu, was standing in front of the window stretching. Looking at the police cars going back and forth, he finally understood. It seemed that the massacre at Wind God Guard last night had made the entire country unable to sit still.    

"The [H] country cannot sit still, so the Lee's Group has definitely started to move. After all, the Kun Martial Sect is their power, so if that's the case, then we might as well get even more violent."    

Sikong Banyu muttered and took out his cell phone to make a call: "You can move it, but don't make too much of a move. Just let them grab onto the target and lengthen the fishing line. That way, there will be a bigger fish."    

"Yes …"