Beauty Gathered: the Second Dimension of Shen Lin

Suddenly broke into here to intervene in the incident, and stood on the opposite side of himself, but Gin hadn't fired yet.

Splitting bullets with a knife may seem like a fantasy, but it is not impossible to think about it.

But under the pouring of bullets from the submachine gun, this ability is only a clown's performance after all.

"Pluto, Hades"

As if he knew exactly what Gin Jiu was about to say, the other party answered before Gin Jiu opened his mouth.

The words that had been accumulated in his throat paused, and the corners of Gin's mouth returned to their original state.

"Insanity"

This is Gin's answer and also his thoughts.That is the title of the god of the underworld in Greek mythology, who is in charge of death.

The other party laughed.

Hades, the king of the underworld, is just a title now, and the time when this name is an identity has long passed.

So Yaoyue laughed.

At first, the corners of his mouth raised, and then he made a sound, and then, the laughter began to echo continuously in the silent warehouse.

"Hahaha, hahaha——!"

The high-pitched laughter stopped abruptly.

The laughter suddenly disappeared when it reached the climax, which made people feel cold for no reason.

The sudden sense of unease made Kotori extremely irritable, and he subconsciously clenched the gun in his hand.

The originally cold gun gave off a warm feeling, which was transmitted from the palm of the hand to the brain.

This made his breathing calm down. Weapons are always the most secure thing for a killer.

"Leave, or die" Gin's voice was calm, but full of murderous intent.

"Dead?" Yaoyue kept her mouth upturned.

The voice is clear, like moonlight.

The tone is gentle and murderous.

The smile on his face gradually faded until it disappeared.

The body seemed to lean forward a little, and the oncoming wind blew the ends of his hair.

The purple pupils wantonly exuded a condescending look, giving the other party a bitter sarcasm.

An unidentified tension and fear ran through his body.

Under the overwhelming sense of existence, the body began to convulse, shaking like a lone boat caught in a violent storm.

Under the pressure that nearly collapsed, Gin Jiu gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger!

The howling bullets vented out!

The brass bullet casings fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The rain of flames surrounded the two of them, and the smell of burning gunpowder entered Yaoyue's nose.

The purple eyes narrowed slightly...

The world seems to have been pressed the slow-motion button abruptly.

Golden bullets roared out from the mechanized shooting weapons that have become the mainstream in the modern world, turning into a rain of fire.

However, the raindrops of this rain fell so slowly...

The muscles on the legs were tense, Yaoyue reached out and grabbed Miyano Mingmei, turned over and retreated quickly, and rushed into the obstacle beside her.

Leaving Miyano Akemi still in shock, Yaoyue jumped up without hesitation, and rushed out amidst the baptism of lead bullets flying across the ground.

Qinli immediately turned the gun and followed Yaoyue's footsteps.

Using the wall as a pedal to stare fiercely, the whole person swooped down from a high place and faced the stray bullet from the front, which showed that he had prepared a defensive countermeasure against Gin's bullet in advance.

Flipping his right hand, the black sickle danced along with it.

Even without relying on dynamic vision, Yaoyue's judgment speed is far higher than the speed of bullets. Judging from his murderous aura and preparations, he can completely predict the trajectory of the bullet.

The sharp sickle blade tore upwards, and the side of the blade also showed an unimaginable degree of hardness.

The bullet bounced off with intense sparks, and the powerful power of the miniature submachine gun was completely blocked.

This hand made the sword superior to the gun, the stunt that was originally treated with contempt, but now it has become a one-step defeat.

The black figure approaching extremely fast in the storm of bullets made Gin dumbfounded.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The roar of the submachine gun is mixed with the catharsis of the large-caliber pistol.

It is vodka, under unspeakable pressure, that makes the body respond before the brain.