Chapter 126: The Surrender

"Bang--"

The huge and rough gunfire overwhelmed all the sounds in the noisy hall. The powerful Dot Five-Year Magnum bullet rotated and diagonally into the woman's mouth, tearing her gums, breaking a hot and anxious path from the dense muscle tissue, rushing into the closed skull, rolling in the sticky brain, releasing powerful kinetic energy. With a "bang", the hard skull burst out from the inside and was lifted up, and the pink face that had applied too much cosmetics, instantly appeared countless fine and tiny cracks. They became bigger and bigger, expanding, exploding, and scattering in all directions.

The huge wound with a deep bone in the center of the shoulder was spewing out a thick blood mist. The fatal physical damage prompted the nerves to react the most intensely. The woman, who had become a corpse, raised her arms slightly, as if she wanted to touch her head, and she immediately lost her balance, as if she was tilted to the ground, and her body was twitching violently uncontrollably.

"You look so ugly-" Looking at the twisting corpse on the ground, Lin Xiang seemed to be mocking, and seemed to be telling obvious facts.

Before he finished speaking, two servants in blue robes rushed over next to the pillars of the side hall. Their movements were swift and strong. Judging from the strength and power of the fist, they had at least level four evolution or above. They roared and rushed towards the left and right sides, but unexpectedly discovered that Lin Xiang's black eyes were peaceful and quiet, without any fluctuations.

"Bang--"

The wild m500 roared again, and the head of the servant on the right was broken. The one on the left felt as if it was hit by a huge copper hammer. At the same time, the crisp sound of bone cracks sounded inside the body, the chest immediately sank without any resistance. The whole person flew backward, hit the wall heavily, and then fell silently. A large ball of blood mixed with white and greasy mouth foam gushed out from the mouth.

The music in the hall had stopped, and everyone looked at this side blankly. The eyes released were fear, trembling, and flinched eyes.

Suddenly, someone screamed hysterically, completely breaking the strange and short tranquility.

Lin Xiang strode close to the dense crowd, and looked, captured, and evaluated everyone touched by his sharp and cold eyes. The dull and rough gunshots rang out one after another.

The goal he chose was very clear - no matter whether he was a man, woman, young or old, as long as he was dressed in luxury, healthy, delicate skin, and could feel more desires in his eyes, besides hunger, and be shot into his body by the rotating Magnum warhead, tearing, exploding, and death.

A young man jumped up from the screaming crowd and rushed towards the gate as fast as possible. Lin Xiang pulled the trigger heavily with a more flexible reaction. The bullet accurately drilled into his left leg and exploded with a crisp sound. The man screamed and fell to the ground. He struggled to get up, but just supported his upper body, Lin Xiang's hand holding the gun shook quickly, and quickly loaded the bullets into the rotor at a dazzling speed. With a "click", he closed it and fired again at the desperate head.

"No--don't kill me! Don't! Please--"

An old woman next to her at least eighty years old but wearing a candy translucent low-cut silk skirt. She could even see her sexy black thong along her hips. She hugged Lin Xiang's feet tightly and whispered: "Please, let me go--"

"What's your surname?" Lin Xiang took out a few bullets from his pocket and touched and pinched them back and forth in his palm.

"...Lu Luton." The old woman's throat moved up and down desperately, looking at him tremblingly.

"Sorry, you must die--" Lin Xiang smiled calmly, pressed the hot muzzle close to her forehead and pulled the trigger.

Screams and blood, instead of music, became the most numerous existences in every corner of the hall. Lin Xiang was not killing people quickly. Compared with the hundreds of guests in the hall, those who died under m500 guns actually accounted for less than one-tenth of the total. However, the deceased wails and the flesh and blood of the dead splattered on him can make the living feel a more terrifying horror than death.

A middle-aged man with obvious Belarusian blood and a particularly tall figure jumped off the second floor, like a heavy iron tower, firmly fixed in front of Lin Xiang more than ten meters away. The explosive muscles bulged the black sweatshirt high, and his thick arms were tied with the veins that were constantly jumping. He grinned, his two rough big hands kept holding each other, moving their joints, and a "slap" sound of joints sounded all over his body.

In the corner of the hall, five men in the same style of clothing came slowly. These people had no weapons in their hands, walked slowly, and had heavy figures like mountains. Obviously, they were better at fighting with bare hands.

The ability to judge opponents from breath is the instinct of all warriors in the radiating era. The beasts evolved from the primitive period of the earth have the ability to threaten and intimidate potential enemies by releasing breath. Large cats such as lions and tigers in the old era will also shock other predators by roaring, displaying physical strength, etc. Doing so can avoid unnecessary battles and ensure that their own interests are not lost.

Human beings are no exception. Relying on senses such as sight and hearing, the difference between the other party and one's strength can also be judged from the aspects of physical strength, height, age, etc. This method is particularly prominent among the evolutionists in the radiation era. Of course, breath and numbers are only part of the basis for measuring each other's strength, but they cannot be the key factor in judging the outcome of the battle. Relying on advanced equipment and powerful firepower advantages, there are many examples of low-level evolutionists killing high-level figures. Across thousands of meters, trained primary perception abilities can use a point-50 caliber sniper bullet to easily explode the heads of powerful fifth-level evolution people.

All families have force reliances on open places or lurking in the darkness. The same is true for the Luton family. Before entering Galgassoni Castle, Lin Xiang felt at least the aura of ten advanced evolutionists above level 5. As for the first and second level primary strengthening soldiers who use potion injection to obtain power, there are more than 200. They are scattered around the castle, guarding important points or wandering back and forth within the patrol range. The chaos in the hall quickly attracted the attention of the guards, and more and more supernatural auras entered Lin Xiang's perception range. It is estimated that the number has exceeded hundreds.

With a trembling wrist, the m500 hot rotor popped out of the gun shaft, and lifted the gun body backward to control the empty shell. Lin Xiang loaded bullets one by one in an orderly manner, and his eyes as clear as water slowly spread to the six men getting closer and closer.

They are the more powerful psychics in Galgassoni Castle. The Belarusian man led by him has broken through the limit of evolution and has the initial strength of a one-star parasitic soldier. The other five people are evolving at level 8 or level 9.

A man who looked about thirty years old and had a gloomy face first rushed up. Judging from his rush, he had at least a speed that was not weaker than a level nine supernatural power. The muscles on his arm were squirming, and his right arm, which was twice as large as the shoulders, was obviously specially modified by biotechnology. The expanded muscles brought shocking power. He raised a huge fist with a diameter of up to 30 cm, like a cannonball that broke out from the chamber, and with a vicious smile on his face, he smashed it hard towards Lin Xiang.

He had absolute confidence that he could punch this beautiful young man into the ground and buried him alive. Although he was not sure why the other party showed unusual peace, he knew that even a hundred ordinary people without any evolutionary aura were definitely not his opponent.

"Bang--"

A strong wind suddenly rushed out from the side door next to it. The man felt as if he was hit by a high-speed train, and his body flew backwards. His modified right arm was completely numb and had no sense at all. He looked closely and saw a huge fist completely exploded from the center, scattered muscles and skin hanging from his elbows like rags. The cracks as dense as tree roots spread rapidly upward along the elbows, covering the entire right shoulder. Through the cracked skin and muscle levels, you can even see the white bones hidden below.

A tall but not particularly strong figure stood in front of Lin Xiang like a mountain, staring at the other five psychics approaching step by step with a cold and arrogant look.

Lin Xiang walked to the ground with his broken arms tightly held back and forth, rolling back and forth, and while aiming at his head and pulling the trigger heavily, he said lightly to the person standing behind him in a calm but gentle tone: "Yang Hua, kill them all--"

As soon as the words were finished, the five psychics standing opposite looked at each other and howled and rushed towards each other from different directions.

Their target was Yang Hua. Their body's sensitivity to the aura of superpowers, the brain's judgment of the strength of different characters, the threat intensity of the opponent, the fire and anger brought by the tragic death of his companions made them choose Yang Hua who had just appeared as the target of attack - they did not feel any aura from Lin Xiang. But Yang Hua was different. The two-star parasitic energy emitted from this person was so strong that they were almost desperate.

If you scatter and escape, everyone will die.

If you hit a full-strength attack, you may still have the possibility of survival.

Squat down and suddenly exerted force. With the help of the powerful explosive force of his legs, Yang Hua rushed sideways to the man on the right side at an astonishing speed. The moment the two figures intertwined each other, his right elbow and right leg stumbled into the other's throat and waist to different angles. In the dull "click" sound, the man's strong body broke like a biscuit, folded into a overlapping "Z" shape, and fell heavily to the center of the wet pool of blood on the ground.

Next to him, two other men roared like beasts, grabbing his neck and shoulders, but unexpectedly did not catch any entity. Yang Hua's figure was as erratic as a ghost, and there was no trace at all. The two men with a shocked expression quickly changed their fists and suddenly heard a dull low roar in their ears. With rich fighting experience, they immediately identified that this was the bursting sound caused by the object cutting through the air. This can only show one thing, that is, the speed of the attacker behind him was completely beyond their expectations.

"Escape quickly, his speed is really too fast-"

At some point, Yang Hua had a cold fighting knife in his hand. The thin blade smoothly inserted into the man's waist and ribs on the left along the predetermined trajectory. The sharp blade smoothly cuts the soft internal organs and slightly hard flesh along the distance between the bones and muscles, and wears it out from the inside of the clothes covering the surface of the skin, cutting the dorsal and abdominal skin of another man who was close to him, and repeats the cutting process just now from the reverse direction.

It was an invisible, connecting the two people together. He lowered his head and looked at the fine blood lines on the side of his body in disbelief. The crystal blood beads irresistible to penetrate from the smooth skin surface, and soon formed a dense flow like a curtain and a waterfall. The fear in his heart accelerated the consumption of oxygen, and the heavy breathing made the muscles expand and contract more and more violently. The originally close blood lines also slowly flipped upwards to the upper and lower sides, revealing the bright yellow fat layer and bright red and soft muscles, the inner membrane... Finally, the slippery intestines were pushed and squeezed by the surging liquid, squeezing, and pouring out from the center of the increasingly larger and larger rupture.

The bloody scene shocked the hearts of the last three psychics like a terrifying painting. A man trembling all over could no longer bear this terrible visual torture. With a scream that burst out from his throat, he turned around and rushed to the exit of the hall without looking back. Just as he ran less than ten meters, his head "boomed", like a ripe watermelon that was hit hard, suddenly exploded.

Lin Xiang, whose eyes were as plain as water, walked slowly from the exit of the hall. He was holding a muzzle in his hand with a strong smell of smoke floating out of the muzzle.

Big beads of sweat slid from the head of the Belarusian man.

Yang Hua's strong murderous intent is in sharp contrast with Lin Xiang's weak power. The capable strong people in this world are not just evolutionary people. Those who have a lot of resources and have the power to issue currency are actually much more terrifying than those who are psychic. A warrior can only cause limited damage, and the huge army hired with money is enough to destroy the entire world.

The Belarusian man is a mercenary and is also a guard hired by the Luton family at a very high price. For money, he can kill people. However, there is no need to pay his life for money.

The other five advanced evolutionists are his closest partners. They are also comrades-in-arms who worked side by side in countless battles. They are familiar with each other's fighting style and cooperation methods, but in the face of Yang Hua's extraordinary terrible speed, the seemingly tight attack formation was full of flaws. In an instant, the number of dead people had exceeded half of the entire team.

In his opinion, Lin Xiang is obviously a rich and powerful person. Especially the white skull pattern on his chest in his high-elastic combat uniform, which proves this accurately.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth hard, suppressed the fury, murderous intent and strong fear deep in his heart, raised his hands high, turned his body towards Lin Xiang, took a deep breath, and said in an obviously hesitant tone, "I... surrender."

This emergencies were obviously beyond Lin Xiang's expectations. He quickly glanced at the Belarusian mercenaries with complex and slightly surprised eyes, and nodded lightly: "I'll give you half an hour to prove your sincerity with the heads of ten members of the Luton family."

The world is very big, and it is a giant stage that one person or several people cannot fill. Lin Xiang needs more supporters, and Yinyue Town also needs a stronger guardian. Mercenaries use money to do things, and they do not have absolute good or evil. Whether they surrender because of fear or interests, at least for a certain period of time, they will obey orders from Lin Xiang.

The Belarusian man was the first, but he would definitely not be the last.

Sitting on the spacious leather chair, Bergson looked at the shimmering light from the door of the closed room in front of him, and his mind was blank.

The room was very dark, and the desk lamp covered by a pot-shaped porcelain cover could only illuminate the round area on the desk. The hazy yellow light shone through the thick porcelain wall, expanding Bergson's thin back a lot on the wall, making it even more blurry.

Outside the window, there were constant harsh gunfire and shrill screams, and there was a dull explosion. Although it could not be affected here, you could feel the slight vibration from the walls and feet.

Bergson is a man with a close mind. He had carefully considered every detail of the revenge of Yinyue Town.

To be precise, he and Antonio should have helped the residents of the Flame City to flee to Yinyue Town on a large scale without agreement or discussion. They could sit in the position of leader of the clan, whether Luton or Ale Sandro, they were all traitors who were sly and slutty and could not spit out bones.

Through spies placed in refugees and some of the information obtained from Ferdinand, he carefully compared the actual force of Yinyue Town. Especially for the deaths of Chino and Ilaria, Bergson and his think tanks also analyzed the fact that the town had at least two parasitists. As for its strength, the evaluation results showed that it was between one and two stars.

At the cost of 10 million Sosbian dollars, employed one and two-star parasites, plus Otilia and the elite troops guarding the castle, Bergson finally launched a long-planned material blockade plan.
Chapter completed!