Chapter 243

Zhengfang building has just been completed and put into use, and many of its floors have not been decorated or are still in the decoration stage. This gives McCullen room to move and fight guerrilla warfare.

In the last battle, although he repulsed the enemy, his arm was also scratched by stray bullets. More importantly, the other party seems to have eyes behind him. No matter where he hides, the enemy will soon come after him.

Are you equipped with a locator?

McCullen fumbled all over his body. He had discarded all the things he had taken from the enemy's body, but he still couldn't get rid of the tracking.

Finally he looked at his cell phone.

No, did the other party locate his cell phone signal?

McCullen looked around, dialed a number casually, kept the phone in the call state, then stuffed it into a corner, and hid himself.

Sure enough, before long, several masked thugs followed and rushed to the location of the mobile phone. However, when they turned out the mobile phone from a pair of decoration materials, the thugs realized that they had been deceived.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

McCullen appeared silently from the darkness with two guns. The bullets shot out like a storm and knocked down all the thugs.

From here, we can see the difference between McCullen and other John, such as John wick.

John wick is good at shooting skills and pays attention to killing with one blow. Whether it is fighting or shooting, it has a cruel beauty.

John McCullen is another way, what aim, what accuracy, what shooting skills, directly pour out all the bullets. Even if my shooting method is no longer accurate, I can shoot the other party by quantity.

It's great to shoot like this, but it takes a lot of bullets.

Fortunately, McCullen never seemed to worry about bullets.

After firing all the bullets in the pistol, McCullen flexibly withdrew the magazine, just reached back and touched it, pulled out two magazines and loaded the pistol respectively.

The back waist covered by his coat is not bulging, nor does it look like there are traces of a large amount of ammunition, and I don't know where his magazine was pulled out.

"They really located my mobile phone!"

McCullen looked at the mobile phone with a bright screen on the ground, hummed, raised his hand and shot it to pieces.

Just as he turned around pretending to be a blare and prepared to leave in the image of a lone hero. It seemed that the mob was killed by his random gun. At this time, someone slowly got up from the ground and yelled at McCullen's back.

McCullen frowned and looked back suspiciously. The masked thug who stood up again made a crisp sound of "KaKa" bone joint activity, and his muscles expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The submachine suit smashed by random guns was stretched open and torn, revealing a strong muscle that can be said to be abnormal. But in the dark room, the tendons and flesh scattered a faint green light.

McCullen snorted, looked at some strange thugs, didn't beep, raised his hand and shot without saying a word.

But as soon as he raised his hand, the mob rushed up like a full-power truck. McCullen was unprepared. He only had time to fire two shots, and the mob had rushed in front of him. It was like a fist the size of a casserole.

McCullen quickly lowered his head, his fist whistling over his head, and the strong wind even rolled away some of his sparse hair.

At the same time, the mob bent his knees and hit McCullen's chest. Fortunately, McCullen has rich fighting experience and knows the attack he may suffer next. When he lowers his head, his hands have been protected in front of his chest.

But even so, the strength of the knee still exceeded McCullen's imagination.

At that moment, McCullen thought his hands were about to break, and the pistol couldn't help flying away. He followed the ball served by the goalkeeper, soared into the air, smashed the wooden wall behind him and fell to the ground.

With a dull hum, McCullen opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood. Looking at it in horror, he smashed into another wooden wall like a monster.

Is this still human?

Under the neon light of the building diagonally opposite, the light in this room is much better than that just now. So McCullen saw that the other party's facial features had been deformed and distorted, and countless fine pimples arched on his skin, which looked very disgusting.

The most important thing is that the other party's red eyes are completely scarlet like blood without a trace of whiteness.

Looking at each other, there was no emotion, only cruel cold, McCarran understood that the guy opposite... He must be on drugs.

Yes, McCullen has arrested countless drug addicts. Most of them are in the same state as this guy.

He has fallen into an illusion that Lao Tzu is invincible in heaven and earth. He is indeed much stronger than ordinary people in terms of strength and agility, but because his thinking has been chaotic, the threat is relatively small.

Like this guy forgot to use his gun.

I just don't have a gun. What should I do?

It's too late for McCullen to find a way here. The mob has rushed over and reached out to McCullen. McCullen grabbed a steel pipe on the ground next to him and hit the enemy on the knee.

The Thug's right leg and knee were obviously deformed. But in McCullen's stunned eyes, the mob just tilted and stood up straight.

The deformed and bent knee was broken back and immediately restored to its original state.

“……”

McCullen swallowed his saliva and almost rolled around and ran away.

This guy is no ordinary medicine. Damn it, it's obviously against human common sense.

The mob laughed grimly and jumped up, but he forgot that he was taller and stronger now. As a result, he jumped too high and hit his head on the ceiling.

The ceiling, which had not been fixed, collapsed and covered the mob firmly.

"Ha ha, you fool deserve it!"

McCullen had time to turn around and put out his middle finger behind him. However, joy begets sorrow. He didn't notice. A big foot stretched out from the darkness in front of him and kicked him back.

Pidos, holding a small camera, smiled at McCullen, who raised his head from the debris, pointed to the camera in his hand, and then made a gesture to McCullen to invite him to perform.

"You damn bastard!"

McCullen just wanted to rush out, suddenly a strong arm stretched out from behind, pressed it on the ground, and then his fist fell down like a storm.

Looking at McCullen who was being abused on the TV screen, Viggo smiled: "how?"

Norman said quietly, "although the physical quality is indeed stronger, it is not stronger than I imagined. What's more, the side effects are also obvious, that is, the intelligence decreases greatly, which is no different from a wild beast with crazy hair. "

Viggo smiled and said, "I admit there are defects, so I'm looking for your cooperation."

Norman put his hands on his chin, thought for a while, then nodded and said, "I need to see your finished product first."

"No problem," Viggo stood up. "Please follow me."

He reached out and swung on the bookshelf, immediately separating the bookshelf from the left and right.

But neither Viggo nor Norman noticed. When they entered the darkroom, the battle situation on the screen changed.