si-mexico Chapter 188 Looks Like a Slug
Chapter 188 Looks Like a Slug
After hearing what the man in the room said, everyone's eyes fell on Ming Jinghuan.
"Your acquaintance?"
Jiang Si looked at the guy in white inside, then looked at Ming Jinghuan. She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she felt that the two men looked quite similar.
The memory in Ming Jinghuan's brain was like a cassette disk, with a picture flashing every now and then.
He raised his eyes to look at the guy in mourning clothes directly opposite him, and looked at that familiar face, which gradually overlapped with a kid with a runny nose running after him holding a rattle.
"Hmm, it looks like a slug."
After hearing Ming Jinghuan's words, everyone's eyes involuntarily looked towards the house. That handsome and elegant young man didn't look like a slug at all!
"How did you recognize him at first sight? He and I look so similar..."
As the young man in white was speaking, he suddenly stretched out his hands and covered his mouth, looking extremely frightened.
"Is this guy really the master of the Valley of Withered Souls? Why does he look a bit stupid?"
There was nothing wrong with these words originally, but when they came out of Zhang Xiaoxi's mouth, the level of sarcasm reached its maximum.
"He doesn't look like that, but those people outside call him that, so it's probably true."
Ming Jinghuan carefully looked at the person sitting on the dragon throne opposite him, trying to find more memories of him in his heart from his familiar face.
"Ming Jingshuo?"
Ming Jinghuan called out the name tentatively. In his vague memory, it was one of the more profound names.
Hearing the name, the man in white suddenly stood up from the dragon throne, his eyes, which were very similar to Ming Jinghuan's, were full of confusion.
Before the people above could react, Ming Jinghuan himself overturned the title.
"No, you are Ming Jinghuan."
Ming Jinghuan's head felt like it was being pricked by thousands of needles, and two identical faces flashed through his mind.
If it weren't for the voice in his memory, repeatedly calling their names, Ming Jinghuan would probably have thought that there was something wrong with his memory and that he was seeing double in his mind.
"No, I am not."
It was not known what Ming Jinghuan said that angered him, but the man in white suddenly picked up the pillow on the dragon throne and threw it to the ground.
"I am not I am not I am not!"
He kept repeating this sentence and threw down everything that could be thrown around him.
This guy, who was either Ming Jinghuan or Ming Jingshuo, was shouting at the top of his lungs. Because he was shouting too hard, his eyes turned bloodshot.
That crazy look was really scary.
Of course, this does not include the person standing by with a headlight, the only person on the scene who is a woman from head to toe.
"At this moment, he actually has some demonic flavor. This crazy look is just like the legendary public enemy of the martial arts world, the master of the Withered Soul Valley, the number one demon in the martial arts world!"
Jiang Si found a suitable place to put the headlight in her hand. What a coincidence! The moment she stood up and looked up, she saw the person lurking on the beam, ready to make a move.
The man's gaze met Jiang Si's, and murderous intent gradually emerged in his eyes.
Jiang Si was very familiar with this kind of threat from death, and immediately took out a gun from the space and shot.
boom!
The loud gunshot echoed throughout the house, immediately waking up the mad man.
It also awakened the vigilance of those who were watching the show. They raised their guns and began to be alert to the situation around them.
Although Jiang Si's shot was fast enough, the man hiding on the beam reacted quickly and immediately flew away.
It was obvious that they were aware of the power of the weapons in their hands.
Now that he had been exposed, there was no need to hide any longer. The man in black above simply turned over and jumped down, standing beside the young man in white.
Not only him, but also several men in black flew down from the beam behind the young man in white. They all stood beside the young man in white and protected him.
In addition, many black guards rushed out from the outside of the house and directly surrounded Jiang Si and his group.
"That's interesting. Otherwise, it would be too easy to break into this so-called largest evil organization."
Jiang Si looked at the people who suddenly surrounded her, her eyes full of excitement and a playful smile on her lips. She put away her pistol and took out a rifle from the space.
"Brother, I really don't want to go to this point with you, but today, between us, it's still a life-and-death struggle."
The young man in white looked at Ming Jinghuan with an evil smile, then turned around, flicked his sleeves, and sat back on the dragon throne.
This guy was really overdoing it. He slowly raised one hand, and just as he was about to swing it down, a bloody hole suddenly appeared.
After Jiang Si fired the first shot, everyone around him pulled the trigger in tacit understanding.
With years of combat experience, they didn't need anyone to give orders, and the first target they shot was the enemy's archers.
By the time the people on the other side reacted, the bullet had already passed through their bodies.
Of course, there were a few people who reacted quickly, but their arrows had just been shot and they lost their lives the next second.
But in just a few moments, most of the people gathered outside were killed, two-thirds of whom were archers.
Only after personal experience did they realize the power of the weapons in their hands. Naturally, the rest of the people did not dare to rush up and die, and they all put up their iron armor and shields.
The shield can indeed alleviate the attack of guns to a certain extent, giving them a chance to survive.
But at this moment they can only hide behind their shields and act like turtles.
Not to mention the head, even if you expose your toes, you can be shot by the terrible weapon on the opposite side.
The attack effect of the guns weakened, and Fan Tong took out a box of grenades from the space and gave them to Zhang Xiaoxi and Xie Yuan.
Zhang Xiaoxi was very strong, and the grenade he threw high passed over the shield and directly into the crowd behind the shield.
Accompanied by a series of explosions, in a short while, the doors and windows of the house were blown to pieces, and there was no one standing outside.
At this moment, the person sitting on the dragon throne and the few remaining guards around him were all nervous.
They all opened their eyes wide and began to regret why they didn't run away earlier.
After cleaning up the debris outside, Jiang Si pointed her gun at the few people around the young man in white.
After a few gunshots, there was no one around the young man in white, because most of them were dead. Even those who were still alive had found cover and hid.
Seeing that the only person still standing at the scene besides them was the so-called Lord of the Withered Soul Valley, Jiang Si put away her gun.
She raised her head slightly, rolled her eyes at the person sitting on the dragon chair, and said sarcastically: "You are still pretending to be cool in a fight. If you don't die, who will die?"