Illimitable Until Death

Watching as a group of people were deterred by direct shooting from the side, let alone the parties, the Sichuan samurai were all frightened.

“Mr. Fong... Fong Li?” Sichuan Kampong is somewhat overwhelmed.

In the impression of Sichuan Kampong, the square should be a very intimate, well-spoken, and very good acquainted peer.

So Sichuan Chuanpu had no idea that there would be a group of powerless people shooting their guns.

However, before we wait for Sichuan Chuanpu to say anything, a middle-aged man in quite fancy clothes woke up in the crowd.

“You... who are you? What's standing in our way? ”

“Oh?” Fowletton turned his eyes and measured the middle-aged man and said, “So who are you? ”

“I am a loyal member of the Sichuan family and a governance official of Kim Yee!” Middle-aged people raised their voices. “Even the samurai have to respect me, you...”

In a word, before it was over, the governance officer shut his mouth.

Because the gun in the hand of the party had been lifted and pointed to the head of the governance officer.

“So that's it, showing the top of the gold?” As if nothing had happened, he smiled at the governance official and said: "But what does that have to do with me? ”

“You...?!” The Governance Officer was at once shocked.

Obviously, the governance officials did not expect the guy who was not even a samurai to dare point a gun at himself in the face of his self-proclaimed identity.

Ignoring the shock of the governance official, the party looked directly at each other and said directly: “I don't care what kind of official nobility you are, this is the moment of life and death, there is only one living life here, there is no nobility and inferiority, if at this time you want to fight for identity and enjoy privilege, then I can let you enjoy it earlier. ”

Thus, the gun in his hand was directly impacted on the official's head.

“Enjoy a free journey to death. ”

Rumor has it that the governance officer looked at the harmless smile of the animal in the side and felt the barrel resisting the brain, sweating cold on his forehead.

To be honest, it's also a little difficult for him to get the party to do something like this.

Threatening people with guns. Don't be an ordinary student. People don't experience this, do they?

But it still has to be done.

After all, everyone here is equivalent to an extra reward in the square, while the Kabane army is at any moment likely to rush in and kill.

In order to avoid these people spending more time on boring things that end up dragging their legs back, they all have to be bad guys again.

Shoot the head bird and believe these people should be able to be a little more honest later.

But the next second, something that didn't even occur in the square.

“All right!”

Along with such a shouting, a person separated the crowd and went straight up and stared at the square.

“He already knows what to do. Drop the gun. You have the wrong target! ”

That's a teenager.

A very weird teenager.

Why is this teenager so weird?

There are two reasons.

One: The other wears a red cape, the skin shows a slightly infiltrating colour, the cape does not appear to be wearing the rest of the clothes, but some metal can be seen sparsely, which is a strange image that attracts attention.

Two: The other person has a strange weapon in his hand.

It's a type of transmitter that doesn't know it's made of rivets or piling machines, and it looks a little like a submachine gun.

A strange teenager, with a strange weapon in his hand, and coming out again on this occasion, naturally made everyone in the room face to face.

However, some people were stunned when they saw the teenager.

“Fighting?! ”

These people, who call juveniles foals, seem to be workers in a smelter factory, wearing work clothes.

Obviously, these people know teenagers.

In addition to this, the emergence of a juvenile named Jiuzhilai was also reacted to by Siquan Chuanpu, Jiuzhilai and Arid River Jitu.

“Is that you?” Sichuan Chuanpu startled.

“Aren't you the blacksmith from the iron mill that helped Lord Puchong fix the short tubes this morning?” The look on Arid River's face is equally full of surprise.

And Jiuzhi simply set up a steam gun in his hand, pointing to the young man named Jiuzhi, and spoke coldly.

“You, why are you here? ”

The atmosphere on the field suddenly became tense.

Facing his ninth wisdom with a gun, the foal bit his teeth and said: "Didn't I say that? You're pointing at the wrong guy! ”

Jiuzhi came to the house without saying much, but silently put his finger on the trigger, his eyes filled with cold.

Suddenly, the crowd stood still, not knowing what was really going on.

Only in the side, after the battle appeared, did the eyes no longer move on each other.

Looking at the slightly strange complexion of the skin, the expression was full of stubborn teenagers, who said a dark word in their hearts.

Are you in? Original protagonist…)

The young man named Bing Qi is the original protagonist.

A regular steam blacksmith who lives in the production of iron and steam machines.

At the same time, it is a sense of justice in the heart, always looking forward to defeating all Kabane and to the day when a bloody teenager will be impressed by himself.

Sounds like the teenager is just a dreaming labourer, nothing special.

However, it is known that foals have two special features.

One is the strangely shaped weapon that the foal is holding in his hand at this moment.

It was a weapon that was developed by the foal to defeat Kabane, together with his friends, the thrusters.

It is a weapon capable of firing a special warhead called a jet bomb.

A special weapon has been developed that can defeat Kabane by employing a shock wave when powder explodes to hit the metal, creating a metal jet and a principle that is powerful enough to penetrate Kabane's heart.

A weapon in the hands of a foal, that's exactly what it is.

And the second special thing is the body of the foal now.

A body similar to that of a teenage girl who saw Kabane as nothing in her arms and could easily kill an indestructible monster.

So, in the arms of the square, the nameless girl slowly opened her trapped eyes and looked at the foal.

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