Infinity from the giant

You can search for "Unlimited Search Novels from Giants (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!In the noisy night, crazy people, the evening breeze blew the blond hair on Marcelo's forehead.

Like a group of hungry wolves with green eyes, the masses of the crusade team surrounded the lonely lion Marcelo.

The fourth-order powerhouse can actually fly in mid-to-short distances. However, the ghost hand is only the beginning of the fourth-order and is not a professional on the relevant side. The flying speed is not fast, and it is not as good as running at full speed on the ground.

If he tries to flee in the air and escape the encirclement, he is a living target.

The ghost hand could feel that there were at least hundreds of Force guns aimed at him in the crowd, especially the old opponent was a Tier 4 [Space Locker]. If he rose in the air, the opponent could kite him to death.

However, frightened by Marcelo's usual fierce power, the pack of wolves did not dare to attack this doomed lion for a while.

At the end of the hero, Marcelo still looked cold and fearless.

He stared at the unshaven Zolo with a vicissitudes of life, and suddenly laughed: "Zolo, you really made me look at me with admiration. I thought you, a pedantic gentleman, can't do anything to me anyway.

Because you abide by the rules, and I don't pay attention to these, all the three abuse methods can be used.

But today, you incited so many people to deal with me, and you also guided all the violence and greed in their human nature, especially you put on a coat of justice, taking care of both the positive and the dark side.

Let a group of mobs orgasm collectively, can't wait to tear me apart, it's wonderful, really amazing!"

Zoruo was a little silent when he heard this. He glanced at the many people in the crowd with bulging clothes and full of belongings, and shook his head slightly.

He thought it was ridiculous and absurd. He was sincere and painstakingly persuaded everyone to join forces to deal with the ghosts. Not many people responded.

Now Rehn has launched a gang leader, relying on propaganda and actors' deception, and lure, but agitated so many people.

Some people are intoxicated in the lofty ideal of dedicating themselves to justice, some are caught in the thrill of revenge, some are greedily gazing at the Skeleton Gang’s belongings, and others are taking the opportunity to vent their tyranny and desire...

Workers, grooms, gangs, killers, thieves... everyone can find what they need in the crusade team.

Some are visible real money, and some are spiritual needs.

'Believe it or not, the reputation that you can accumulate in 10 years of doing good deeds steadily, I only need to do it for half a year, coupled with the promotion and packaging, will soon surpass you!'

This is what Renn told him, and he even said bluntly:

Everyone is acting these days. If you don't act, you've been beaten out of your mind long ago!

Thinking of this, Zolo glanced at Marcelo's forehead subconsciously. The sky was full and his forehead was smooth.

Good head, but it's a pity that he will be beaten out soon.

"Do you still think reputation and credibility are not important?"

Zolo raised the hunting pistol in his hand, pointed his muzzle at Marcelo's head, and asked leisurely.

Marcelo snorted coldly and clenched his fists. He said lightly: "Of course it is important, otherwise why do so many people wear masks of hypocrisy every day."

Marcelo once wanted to join the Steam League, but he failed. When he was young, he committed crimes and committed crimes, and he was not accepted by others.

Even if he had eliminated the case in the Public Security Bureau with the help of that noble friend, he still couldn't hide from the Steam Alliance.

This world has never lacked genius, only resources. Since we need to cultivate talents, we will of course select those with reliable character and good reputation to train.

Otherwise, what good is it for an organization to cultivate ungrateful, unruly ambitions, and unruly transcendents?

Of course, there are people who know their faces and don’t know their hearts, and there are people who have high acting skills, but at least, people like Marcelo with a lot of stains on their resumes will be directly brushed off.

Even before Ren joined the association, the Demon Hunter Association investigated him.

When it was learned that as a naturally awakened person from a remote mountainous area, he didn't steal and robbed him when he was speechless, but honestly moved bricks on the construction site. The Association spoke highly of his character.Aesthetic novel www.weim.cc

Honestly, abide by laws and regulations, have a reliable character, and deserve to be cultivated ── the personnel review department of the Demon Hunter Association.

That's right, Ren, he is an honest man!

"My fellow citizens, for justice, eradicate rape!"

Sieg took out his mace and roared. He didn't have any idleness to accompany Marcelo or anything nonsense. If he didn't kill the ghost hand today, he would be dead!

Fortunately, Marcelo hadn't read the four flyers. He didn't know that Sieg claimed to be his father and threatened to shoot him on the wall.

Otherwise, Guishou wouldn't pay attention to Zolo at all, and would definitely break Sigg into pieces first.

"Kill, destroy the Skeleton Gang!"

"Justice will prevail!!"

Everyone yelled and the atmosphere was frenzied. They didn't have time to watch Zolo and the ghost hand "feel each other", after killing Marcelo, they would continue to beat and rob.

Things that were late were taken away by others, and some started to dismantle chandeliers and doors and windows.

"Boom bang bang..."

The roar was loud, the barrel of the gun was spitting fire, and densely packed bullets shot from all directions.

There are ordinary bullets, magic hunting bullets like small silver meteors, and indestructible armor-piercing bullets.

Marcelo's eyes flashed sharply, and there was a long howl, and the golden psychic energy on his body surged like a tornado wave, surrounding him.

With a clang, a layer of golden armor was set on his strong physique, even his helmet was included.

The flowing golden luster shines on the armor, and this armor is even harder than ordinary steel plates!

The materialization of psionic energy is one of the hallmarks of master-level transcendents. At this stage, transcendents, even unarmed, can use psychic energy to make all kinds of weapons!

Clang!Cang!

Sparks splashed all over, and the bullet hit the golden armor and was instantly bounced away. Of course, if it was a magic hunting bullet, it would strike a small white crack, and the part where the armor-piercing projectile hits would appear hollow.

There were too many bullets, and they strafed like raindrops. Soon, the psionic armor on Marcelo became pitted, and he was a little tired of being beaten.

"Roar!"

Taking this opportunity, Sieg roared, and the crimson psychic energy came out, lingering on the surface like a flame.

On the handle of the mace in his hand, the light red lines lit up, and the surging spiritual energy was introduced into it. The head of the club was suddenly red and the heat was rolling!

The wind howled, he swung his stick to the back of the ghost hand, this is the love from his father!

"act recklessly!"

Marcelo snorted coldly, the pinwheel-like pattern behind him was shining brightly, his fists braved the brilliance, and a huge fist stamp struck the past!

There was a loud bang, the sound was rolling, and the sound of gold and iron struck like thunder.

The two-meter golden fist mark of Marseille repelled Sieg from the front and even shattered his jaw.

But before he was happy, his expression changed.

"kill!!"

As if an appointment had been made, Issam, Black Fox, Roy... dozens of Tier 3 powerhouses simultaneously killed him!