The Glorious Summoner

A three-story building on the side of the street collapsed in the violent explosion of a self-detonating truck, and the gangsters were howling ghosts and wolves.

　　 Xia Pingan continued to advance in the flames and shock waves of the self-destructed truck, without stopping for half a minute.

　　 The shock waves and flames of the explosion swept over, to Xia Ping An, it was like a breeze blowing on his face. The water shield outside him was gently rippled by the microwave, and everything was dissolved.

　　 "Who is that?"

　　 "Are you a devil?"

At this time, the gangsters finally saw Xia Ping’an that appeared in front of them through the blazing flames of the self-detonating truck and the big pits on the ground, as well as the turret near the gun that Xia Ping’s held in his hands, on his mouth. The cigar was indifferent and mocking.

　　 Many people think that they have hallucinations after taking drugs.

　　Because the turret is not something that a person can hold with one hand.

　　 There are more than ten self-detonating trucks on the street more than a hundred meters away, ready to go. Thousands of armed gangsters are behind those self-detonating trucks.

"Kill him..." A gang leader roared, and the gang members finally came to their senses. They didn’t know who Xia Ping was, but Xia Ping’s gun was aimed at them. Therefore, it’s already very difficult to be an enemy or a friend. Obviously.

At this time, those gangsters finally understood how powerful a summoner’s water shield was. Countless bullets hit the water shield in front of Xia Ping’an, just like a goshawk stuck by glue, just making the water shield light. Swaying lightly, those bullets fell to the ground with a clatter, and couldn't hurt Xia Ping'an.

　　 Those gangsters who were closer to the self-detonating trucks, but at the same time still considered clever heads, had already turned around and ran away when they saw the turret in Xia Ping's hand turned to the self-detonated trucks.

　　 "Garbage..." Xia Ping'an muttered softly, and there was no more nonsense. The barrel of the turret in his hand spun again, and countless bullets poured out, sweeping the explosion of the trucks.

　　 All the self-destructed trucks were crowded together. This time, Xia Ping'an only swept one out, and the others were also affected by the detonated truck at the same time, and an even more violent explosion occurred.

Amid the loud bang, a ball of fire and black smoke rose from the ground and rushed to a height of 100 meters. A whole small half of the street was instantly turned into ruins. Those gangsters within 100 meters of the self-destructed truck, Either his body was torn to pieces or he was shaken to the blood, killing him instantly, with heavy casualties.

　　 No one could have imagined that the self-destructed truck that was supposed to explode in front of the defense lines and fortifications of the Chinese community in People's Square would explode in front of their array before it drove out.

　　 At this moment, the entire eleventh district and the adjacent third, tenth and twentieth districts, almost half of Paris felt the tremor coming from here.

The gangsters have been panicked. Many gangsters woke up from the tremor of the explosion. They turned their heads and ran. Looking from the air, the streets that were originally crowded with gangsters were everywhere like mourning dogs and the African savannah. Gangsters who turned and fled like migrating antelopes.

　　 The people in the Chinese community were stunned. Everyone thought that today was a deadly battle, but they didn't expect that the battle would be reversed at the beginning.

　　Go forward, go forward, keep going...

Xia Pingan’s figure, like an elegant **** of death, passed through the black smoke and flames of the explosion in the blink of an eye, and appeared on the street where the gangsters rushed towards the rats. …" snarled, and fired frantically at the gangsters...

Xia Pingan has no mercy or mercy, because he knows that if these people break through the defenses of the Chinese community tonight, the innocent people in the Chinese community will usher in a tragic fate. At this time, eliminating evil is promoting good. , The more trash will die, the kind-hearted people will live better and more dignified.

The power of the turret in Xia Pingan’s hands is too terrifying. This is a near-defense gun used to deal with armored targets and even incoming missiles. When hitting people, the power can be imagined. It is not an ordinary flesh and blood body at all. resisting.

A bullet in the turret shot out and hit the flesh and blood of those people. It was a blood hole with a big bowl, hitting the hands and feet, directly breaking the hands and feet, breaking the bones and minced meat, and detached from the limbs. If there are four or five people running on a line, a bullet can pass through the bodies of four or five people at the same time, making a big hole in their bodies, making them all fall.

The bullets fired from the turret formed bright lines of fire in the darkness. The lines of fire were like death's sickles, harvesting wildly on the street. Where the line of fire was pointed, no one could stand within two kilometers, a series of warheads. Shooting in the past is like smashing a passage of flesh and blood in the street.

　　 Xia Ping’an moved forward while firing, not letting go of any gangster who could move...

　　 More than 300 meters away, a gang member on an armored personnel carrier used the machine gun on the personnel carrier to shoot at Xia Ping'an.

Those bullets hit the water shield in front of Xia Ping'an. The water shield swayed slightly, and the bullets fell on the ground. The turret held by Xia Ping's hand turned around, facing the armored personnel carrier, a line of fire was drawn. past.

　　 The armored personnel carrier did not hold on for a second, and exploded with a "boom...", the people in the vehicle were ripped apart by bullets and explosions and exploded.

The smashing brass shells were continuously thrown from the turret in Xia Pingan’s hands. Behind Xia Pingan, it was like his footprint, leaving a series of golden yellow forward paths, and the front of the turret was Countless torn flesh and limbs.

　　On this street, there is no flesh and blood. You can hold on for more than one second when the line of fire of the turret points to it. If there is, then two seconds.

　　The bullet chain of the turret is directly connected to the space warehouse, which allows the turret in Xia Ping's hands to have almost unlimited output capabilities.

　　 Three rockets flew towards Xia Pingan.

Xia Pingan held a heavy turret in his hand, but his figure was as light as an assassin and a butterfly. He leaped up gently, his orange windbreaker fluttered in the night breeze, the man was in the air, and the turret in his hand was facing towards The place where the rocket ejected was swept over, and the huge recoil, with Xia Ping’an, floated backward in the air like a flying kite. At the same time, several modified pickup trucks fled hundreds of meters away instantly It turned into a fireball and blasted into the sky.

　　 The pickup hadn't fallen from the sky yet, Xia Ping'an's feet had already landed firmly on the ground, and he continued to move forward.

　　……

　　 More than 500 meters away, a bullet from a gang sniper shot towards him, and the bullet was caught by the water shield.

　　 didn't wait for the sniper who fired the bullet to put the gun away and change a place. After one-tenth of a second, the turret in Xia Pingan's hand was already pointing to the apartment room where the sniper was hidden.

In the next second, countless bullets flew, and the bullets passed through the wall, hitting the wall of the room like a sieve. One wall directly collapsed. The sniper hidden behind the wall was beaten like a hornet's nest, and it was already unrecognizable. Out of human form.

　　……

　　 Hundreds of gang members ran to a small five-story apartment on the side of the road and shot Xia Pingan.

　　 The line of fire from the turret was drawn. One minute later, the apartment building that was penetrated by thousands of powerful warheads was like a riddled piece of cheese, and it was turned into ruins with the wreckage inside, and then collapsed.

　　 Amid the roar of the turret machinery and the high-speed rotation of the barrel, only the ghosts of the Doomsday Gang and Jackal Gang in Paris, France were left.

　　 At the beginning, some people dared to fight back against Xia Ping An, but as those who fought back turned into corpses under the turret in the blink of an eye, all the gangsters who were still alive had only one thought in their heads, that is, escape, throw away their weapons and escape!

　　 This is not a battle, but a side-to-side slaughter. All the gangsters, tonight, have become the moving targets of the horrible near-anti-cannons on this street in the 11th arrondissement of Paris.

Xia Pingan pushed all the way, sweeping the entire 2,000-meter-long street with his hand turret, from the People’s Square to the Aiville Bridge. The members of the gangsters, vehicles, swept the line of fire on the turret in Xia Pingan’s hand. After that, it is difficult to find one that is still intact.

　　……

Standing on the bridge by the Seine River, the eleven barrels of the turret in Xia Pingan's hand finally stopped spinning, and the buzzing high-speed motor finally stopped. The barrels swept all the way and arrived here. , Has become red, like something just taken out of the furnace, with the color and temperature of hell...

　　 Looking at the street in front of you, there was silence, only the river was flowing quietly, and there was no more an eye-catching existence in the line of sight.

　　The world in front of me is finally...clean!

Move the near-defense gun from the design port of the water shield to the side~www.readwn.com~ The red barrel slammed to the water shield next to it, and with a sneer, a large amount of water mist rose from the barrel. The barrel also cooled down instantly.

　　 Xia Ping put away the gun, took off the cigar from his mouth, exhaled a long puff of white smoke, and then crushed the cigarette **** out.

From the beginning to the present, just after smoking this cigar, the street was completely leveled. Behind him, the whole street was covered with the stumps of the gangsters’ broken arms, and the street was full of blood on both sides, only The middle one is the golden yellow channel thrown down by the bullet shells.

　　 The battle is not over yet, and a few important figures have already run away, seeing that the momentum is not good.

　　 Xia Ping An turned his head and glanced in one direction. In the next second, Xia Ping's figure disappeared from the bridge.

　　……

　　 After the gunshots stopped completely, the guards of the Chinese community left the fortifications and came to the street where Xia Ping'an was fighting the Doomsday Gang and the Jackal Gang just now.

　　 A flare was hit into the sky. Under the cold white light of the flare, all the Chinese standing at the end of the People's Square Street took a breath of air-conditioning.

It is no longer a street, but a passage to hell. In the middle of the passage to hell, countless yellow-orange bullet shells are shining in the darkness against the pool of blood and residual limbs on both sides of the street. Extraordinarily clear, with a sacred but unspeakable meaning, tossed all the way, never cut off, like the footprints of the gods, extending from the People’s Square to the distant darkness, making people tremble and have the urge to bow down. ...