Reading to gain unlimited powers, I will become a god in the end of the world

Yunding Shelter, on a high building.

A man in black robe stood on the balcony looking towards the shopping mall opposite.

On the big screen, the scene of Wang Mingyang executing these criminals with his own hands was played.

"It's too much killing...but it's so satisfying!"

The man's voice was low, but his brows were full of appreciation.

There is no doubt about the crimes stated by Mo Bei.

He had witnessed the mental hypnosis of the Genting Law Enforcement Team with his own eyes.

Especially Xiao Huanyan, known as the Genting Fairy, whose strange abilities and strong spiritual power opened his eyes even more.

"We are both at the fourth level, but that guy Wenxing...is not as good as her!"

The man in black robe murmured with a helpless smile.

On the big screen, there are not many evil people left.

The man in black robe took a deep look at Wang Mingyang's unwavering expression on the screen, and his figure suddenly turned into a black smoke and disappeared.

The next moment, he appeared directly in a remote corner below.

Several consecutive flashes appeared in the shadows of every corner, quickly escaping outside the Yunding Shelter.

In the central square, Wang Mingyang watched with a calm expression as one of the superpowers turned into ashes.

I feel a little complicated.

This killing exceeded all his previous killings combined.

Even when facing Japanese invaders, Wang Mingyang did not kill so many people with his own hands.

"When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you..."

Wang Mingyang murmured these philosophical words, but his heart gradually became firmer.

"I am both an abyss and... a blazing sun!"

His fingers gradually clenched, Wang Mingyang's eyes were firm.

Killing is just a method.

Kill those who deserve to be killed without any scruples.

As the last superpower died, the square was surrounded by silence.

At first many people were clamoring to kill these people.

But as Wang Mingyang really started to kill, the survivors in the Genting Shelter had never seen such a scene.

Thousands of people with superpowers were unable to fight back. In just a few minutes, they were all annihilated by Wang Mingyang's flame ray.

Many people had already stood there blankly, with frightened expressions on their faces.

Surprised by Wang Mingyang's strength, he was also afraid of his killing.

"Well done! It's such an advantage for these scumbags to die so easily!"

A shout suddenly appeared above the square.

Everyone looked around and saw a woman in ragged clothes, with bruises and scars all over her exposed arms and thighs.

At this moment, he was standing outside the square with his hair disheveled and his face stained with tears, being supported by a Genting staff member.

Crying loudly and heartbreakingly.

The survivors who saw this scene through the big screen were shocked at the same time.

"Good kill!"

"Deserves to be killed!"

"The King of Genting did the right thing! He killed so well!"

Then, the mountain’s cry resounded like a tsunami above the cloud tops.

Hearing these shouts, a relieved smile filled the corner of Wang Mingyang's mouth.

What he didn't notice at the moment was.

In the sky above the sea of ​​​​his consciousness, the stars are growing rapidly.

"Huh...it's okay."

Hearing the collective shouts, Chi Xuan's hanging heart finally dropped.

Not all survivors are lucky enough to meet Boss Wang early.

Following Wang Mingyang all the way from Rongcheng, Chi Xuan saw this kind of killing for the first time.

In the past, it was all about killing zombies or Japanese pirates, and no one had any psychological burden.

A small number of killings are only on a small scale.

As far as Chi Xuan knew, the one with the most killings was the Han Tieshan base in Rongcheng.

Moreover, Wang Mingyang only killed two brothers, Han Tieshan and Han Jun.

But this time, there were more than 3,000 people...

She had been worried that excessive killing would cause panic among the survivors in Genting Shelter.

Now it seems that this worry is indeed unnecessary.

The survivors of Genting Shelter at least know right from wrong.

"Baobao, wash the floor, the square is a bit dirty..."

Wang Mingyang put away the space barrier and shouted to Li Yuchan.

"Okay, boss."

Li Yuchan rolled his eyes. How long had it been? Why was he washing the floor by himself again?

However, he quickly agreed. Anyway, there are so many people under his command now, why are he worried that no one will be able to help him?

Wang Mingyang nodded, turned around and left with Su Yu and Mu Ningxue, disappearing from everyone's sight.

……

In the courtyard of the Genting base villa, two soldiers in combat uniforms saluted Wang Mingyang.

"Chief, a total of five thousand third-generation awakening potions have been handed over."

Lower your right hand, one of the warriors said.

Looking at Wang Mingyang, who was only in his twenties, the two soldiers murmured in their hearts at the same time.

Before leaving, Chief Xu Qifeng of the Military Commission gave numerous warnings.

When facing Wang Mingyang, he must be treated with at least the rank of major general.

Therefore, these two air force majors would call Wang Mingyang chief.

"Thank you for your hard work. It's too late. You should have a good night's rest!"

Wang Mingyang said with a smile.

"Then, I'm sorry to bother the chief. We'll set off early tomorrow morning to report back."

The two looked at each other, and the soldier from before said embarrassedly.

"No trouble at all."

"Fat man, take these two comrades to rest and entertain them."

Wang Mingyang waved his hand and shouted at the fat man who was fighting with Shi Zhe and Hailiu.

"Yes, boss, I promise to treat you well!"

When the fat man heard this, he dropped the cards in his hand with relief, came over and patted his chest in assurance.

"Chief, let's go out first."

"Well, go ahead and have a good rest."

The two majors saluted again and followed Tang Bao, who was called 'Fat Man', with suspicious expressions on their faces.

My mind is full of questions: Why are you called fat when you are so thin?

Seeing the fat man leading the two of them away in a dazed manner, Shi Zhe and Hailiu looked at each other dumbfounded.

"Damn fat man, you only have a 2, three aces, and a handful of millet dregs in your hand, how dare you call him a landlord?"

Shizhe reluctantly dropped his cards, three 2s, K, Q planes, plus a straight.

"That's right, I have Wang Zha in my hand!"

Hailiu also angrily showed his cards, a pair of king bombs, plus two pairs of straights.

If the boss hadn't summoned him, Fatty would probably have eaten several times before his brain collapsed.

Wang Mingyang couldn't help but chuckle when he heard this. These three people often came to him to play cards when they had nothing to do.

From time to time he was asked to be the referee.

Every time it was over, the three of them left with their heads full.

I don’t know why they like to be brain-dead so much...

Back in the living room, Wang Mingyang sat down and meditated for a while.

The two majors brought a total of five thousand third-generation awakening potions developed in Kyoto.

But the number disclosed by Kyoto is only 100,000.

According to Wang Mingyang's original estimate, even Tao Zhen and Qiu Changkong estimated that they would only have about 2,000 weapons among the major military regions across the country.

There were actually five thousand sticks given to Wang Mingyang.

And it was delivered directly from Kyoto.

Unlike other military regions, they were first allocated to the five war zones.

It will then be assigned by the theater leaders themselves.

"It seems that I still hold considerable weight in the hearts of the big guys in Kyoto..."

Wang Mingyang chuckled. In fact, he didn't have much trouble in his heart about this kind of respect and favor.

The things he took out, whether it was the development of awakening potions, information about planters, or the destruction of two Japanese expeditions.

Taking these five thousand third-generation awakening potions, I feel no pressure.

What's more, that large piece of meteorite gold is likely to solve the problem of the satellite.

The value of these things to the whole of China is immeasurable.