I met unscrupulous teammates at the beginning, watch me turn the tide

The voice just fell.

A man who looked like a high-ranking official pointed at Shen Bei's nose and yelled, "Who do you think you are? Speak politely! Explain the reason clearly! Don't be so presumptuous!"

Bang~~

Shen Bei raised and lowered his arm, then placed the revolver on the table. He grabbed a piece of dried fruit and chewed it. "Is this an almond? It's a bit bitter, and it doesn't nourish the brain."

thump……

The headless body of the man who interrupted fell to the ground.

The blood flowed in an orderly manner along the cracks in the stone slabs, like bloody graffiti on the ground.

This shot immediately frightened everyone in the hall and made them scream in panic.

Some people ran out of the door, while others hid in the corner like ostriches with their heads buried in the ground.

Babatu pulled the corner of his mouth, and there seemed to be hatred in his eyes, but if you look closely, there is a hint of sharpness.

He felt as if he had swallowed a fly in his throat, and felt a little nauseous, but he still asked unwillingly, "I don't think you are a person who values ​​words."

"Well, I'll let you die knowingly."

Shen Bei tapped the revolver.

An arm first stretched out from the small gun body.

Like a pregnant pistol giving birth by Caesarian section, followed by another arm reaching out.

Babatu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at it.

In the blink of an eye.

Little K was "born" from the pistol.

Shen Bei's tone was somewhat sad, as if he was expressing regret, hatred, and venting his anger: "Look at what you've done! You can just rob people, why kill people!"

Babatu's face darkened immediately, and then he understood.

This young child should be Shen Bei's relative.

But it’s definitely not a son, the two ages don’t match.

But Babatu dismissed it nonchalantly: "Isn't it normal for people to die?"

Shen Bei pursed his thin lips into a creepy smile: "Yeah, isn't it normal for people to die? Then why are you asking so many questions?"

"I just didn't expect you to be so narrow-minded."

Babatu continued in a low voice, filled with pity and comfort, "Being too vengeful is not a good character trait; it can even be a fatal weakness."

Facing the implicit threat in Babatu's words, Shen Bei simply leaned back in his chair and said calmly, "I have been challenging my weak spot."

Babatu could only force out a curse filled with resentment from behind his teeth: "You are so young and still so arrogant. You will never achieve anything great. I will give you a chance. Now, turn around and leave. I will forgive you for everything you have done."

"This is your last chance. If it weren't for my birthday today, you wouldn't get my forgiveness."

After a long while, Shen Bei stood up slowly, his face still showing the same arrogant and indifferent expression as when he first arrived:

"That's perfect. One year from now, we can celebrate both your birthday and death anniversary together!"

Gulu...

At this point, Babatu saw that the situation was no longer resolvable.

He simply smashed a bottle of medicine and poured the golden liquid inside into his throat.

Babatu licked his tongue, his face ferocious and terrifying: "Okay, okay, today is my death anniversary, right? I want to see what you, Shen Bei, are capable of!"

At this moment, Shen Bei had just raised his revolver and watched Babatu pour the potion into his body. He felt a sense of déjà vu.

It seems... a long time ago, a Ba Ziyang from Shelter 20 also used it.

"Panic potion..." Shen Bei's heart moved.

next moment.

Babatu is much larger in size, and is over two and a half meters tall.

The body was as crystal clear as crystal, and at this moment there was green liquid inside, like sticky ink, floating in the air in wisps.

At the same time, his whole body was like an earthworm covered with exoskeleton segments. Using the grip of his lower abdomen, he broke away from Shen Bei's gun in the blink of an eye and crawled at high speed in the hall.

Shen Bei looked up at Babatu who was moving at high speed.

This speed of movement left Dr. Batu with an afterimage, and Shen Bei had to keep turning his head to keep up.