Dragon: I am writing your destiny

"I'm really not sure if the bullets will stop those things in the elevator shaft."

Yuan Zhisheng took the armor, took a deep breath and tightened his belt.

At this time, he was like a young daimyo in the Warring States Period, with two long knives at his waist, the spider cut and its twin knife Doji Chiangang, and a Mauser pistol stuck in front of his lower abdomen.

"There are other styles out there, please choose whatever you want, and you're welcome." He pointed at the dazzling array of armors and looked at Gu Chen expectantly.

"Forget it, the aesthetics are different." Gu Chen stretched his long arms and legs, "And maybe I can't wear them either."

Yuan Zhisheng looked at Gu Chen, who was a head taller than him, and returned to reality.

And Gu Chen has already filled the bag with Sten submachine guns and Thomson submachine guns, and then packed the remaining famous knives into a bundle and carried them on his shoulders, and walked out swaggeringly, the overflowing brass bullets dinged from the bag Clank down.

"I didn't expect you to like hot weapons." Yuan Zhisheng followed suit.

"Have you seen Hong Kong movies?" Gu Chen asked.

Although this question seems to be far away from the current situation, Yuan Zhisheng still nodded honestly, "Yasha and Crow like to watch, they think the man in it is very handsome."

"I've never used a gun before, but now I have the opportunity to be a pony brother." Gu Chen said.

Yuan Zhisheng thought for a while before the image of Brother Ma and the classic shootout scene emerged in his mind.

It’s just that Brother Xiao Ma is a rough and tough guy, and he looks like a thug who is not easy to provoke when he holds a gun. It is really hard for him to imagine the scene of the gentle-looking Gu Chen suppressing Deadpool with two submachine guns, or in other words, from Gu Chen’s Seeing expressions other than smiles and indifference on his face seemed to be a kind of violation.

He can be cold-faced and murderous, but ferociousness is too inconsistent with him.Yuan Zhisheng has also read some comics, and he feels that what is about to happen is like the wild laughter of Uchiha Madara in "Naruto", or the collapse of Payne's style of painting...

"Are you slandering?" Gu Chen asked abruptly.

"No." Yuan Zhisheng said immediately.

Gu Chen snorted.

Yuan Zhisheng looked at his back and suddenly remembered that time when he dived into the deep sea.

The plateau is collapsing, the cracks in the sea are growing, and the magma draws dazzling tracks in the water, and the sea is illuminated like daytime.In such a desperate situation, this man completed the manual detonation of the nuclear reaction chamber and brought everyone back safely.

This is what he wanted to do but failed to do.

……

The group of dead servants swam at high speed between the steel beams, leaving deep marks on the steel parts with their sharp claws.

They knew that food was nearby, but they couldn't find it, so they became more and more irritable.

Several dead waiters surrounded an elevator car. The elevator car stopped because it cut off a dead waiter's snake tail during high-speed operation. The computer system determined that there was a problem with the elevator operation.

The dead waiters were entangled above the car, tearing the iron sheet with all their strength. They opened their huge mouths and made a terrifying hooting sound, just like a group of extremely hungry people were tearing open the tin can with their hands.

Deadpool, which lost its tail, was still alive. It grabbed into the iron sheet with its sharp claws and struggled to climb up. It was unwilling to give up the opportunity to share this delicious meal.

In the car, there was a desperate cry of a woman.

"It's hell." Yuan Zhisheng witnessed all this, then pulled out the knife and cut lightly on his wrist, thin blood flowed into the elevator shaft.

Xia Mi glanced at his bleeding wound, and as if thinking of something, quickly looked at Gu Chen, secretly observing his eyes.

After Gu Chen noticed something, he secretly laughed in his heart. Of course, he no longer has to worry about his time being short, and he will no longer have a desire for pure dragon blood.

There is really no need for the little girl to worry like this, but she is heart-warming and cute.

Therefore, Gu Chen looked back abruptly, his eyes shining brightly: I think who is spying on me?

Xia Mi was startled by him coldly, turned his head away quickly, but immediately felt upset--let me see what's wrong with you?Others can't see it, but I can't see it?

With such mental construction, she stared back angrily: Let me see who is so thick-skinned!

"..." Gu Chen was defeated.

Xia Mi raised his chin, triumphantly.

Yuan Zhisheng is still bleeding...

A drop of blood fell on Deadpool's forehead.

This Deadpool was about to tear open the can full of food, but he paused for a moment, twitching his nostrils to sniff the mysterious fragrance, then slowly raised his head to look up at the shimmering and bright mouth of the well, like nectar from heaven.

It stretched out its tongue to lick the blood on the forehead, but the tongue was not deformed enough to be able to lick it no matter what, it was so angry that it made a baby-like hissing sound angrily.

Then more blood dripped on its face, and its cry revealed ecstasy again.

But this joy only lasted for a few seconds, because the surrounding Deadpools also hissed, and they swooped in, biting its face vigorously, just to share the delicacy of the blood.

The deadpool whose face was bitten off fell into the depths of the elevator shaft, and its place was replaced by other deadpools. The crowd of deadpools gathered directly below, biting each other and scrambling to lick the warm blood , like a group of evil spirits who have been hungry and thirsty in hell for hundreds of years.

"Although I don't know why, but in the eyes of Deadpool, I am indeed the most attractive blood food." Yuan Zhisheng said: "Maybe all the evil spirits want to eat the things that are high above, and they will suffer in hell. It's been too long."

"Painful?" Gu Chen didn't understand this statement.

"Shoot." Yuan Zhisheng looked over, "Death will end all pain."

In the depths of the elevator shaft, the dead waiters climbed up with joy, and the dead waiters who besieged the elevator car also gave up the food they were about to get.

They scrambled to climb up the hall of murals, which seemed to them to be a restaurant where a feast was about to be held, and the main course of this feast was undoubtedly a certain tortoise.

Gu Chen inexplicably thought of Lu Mingfei and Finger when he heard that he was going to treat guests.

He pulled the trigger.

The two submachine guns roared at the same time, and the brass bullet casings splashed and fell into the elevator shaft, and the Deadpool who crawled in the front was shot in the face, and the rain of bullets destroyed its skull in an instant.

Gu Chen stepped on the steel beam of the elevator shaft, and hung the bag containing the firearms in front of him, in case he could take new magazines and guns at any time, and the lenses were filled with dazzling flames.

Looking at the figure illuminated by the muzzle flame, the corner of Xia Mi's mouth twitched, the person in her memory, the painting style just collapsed like this.

Yuan Zhisheng also saw Gu Chen's crazy side. He was holding two submachine guns, and the muzzles of the guns wished to put the dead waiter's mouth in his mouth.

In his place, the gentle and elegant teacher who occasionally reveals the melancholy of autumn rain has gradually gone away...

This storm of metal bullets severely suppressed the joy of the Deadpool group, and the Deadpools rushing forward were shot one after another, but for them, this was only the extent of their injuries.

The body of the snake is extremely strong, and the bullets can only splash fire on the scales. Even if a few bullets can penetrate their bodies, they are still stuck in the hard bones.

In the elevator shaft, dozens of huge mouths opened to the limit, screaming shrilly at the people above.