Chapter 271： Flying Duan Debut

So far, Charlotte Doyle, who was born as a killer, once again broke the tradition of the High Table, became the leader of the huge organization of the High Table, and even became the king of the underground world.

The name Charlotte Doyle once again appeared on the information networks of the major forces.

the other side.

Africa - Kenya.

Feiduan carried his March sickle all the way through the desert, and finally came to a village.

"What the **** is this place, there are deserts everywhere, and it's a match for the country of wind."

"Damn, I didn't even bring the organization's hat when I came here. It was a miscalculation."

"By the way, I have been partnering with Jiao Du for so long, and suddenly he is not around. It is really uncomfortable. Without him helping me sew up my body, things have become troublesome..."

Feiduan kept muttering in his mouth, but he kept walking towards the village in front of him without stopping.

At this time, there were two **** men standing at the entrance of the village, with assault rifles in their hands. Obviously, this was not an ordinary village, otherwise it would not have been stationed in the desert.

It is a group of anti-government armed forces stationed here, referred to as terrorists. The two guards looked at Feiduan dressed in strange clothes and kept approaching, raised their assault rifles, and shouted loudly: "Who are you? Stop , stop approaching."

Then the guard's words, when it reached Feiduan's ears, became: "@#￥%...&&*"

Seeing that Feiduan did not stop, one of the guards showed a cruel smile on his face, pulling the trigger at Feiduan and rewarding a shuttle of bullets.

Facing the flying bullets, Feiduan didn't even have any interest in taking low-end weapons, and he still walked unhurriedly, but when the bullets approached, his body flickered and completely avoided the past.

One of the guards saw that he didn't hit the flying section, and taunted his companion: "Sora, your marksmanship is so ugly, you are simply a master of body strokes."

"Let me show you what marksmanship is."

While speaking, the guard picked up the assault rifle in his hand, took a shooting position, aimed at the flying section through the crosshair on the gun, and then pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The sound of the bullet being fired came out, but it was still useless and didn't hit the flying section at all. No, to be precise, it should still be dodged by the flying section.

It's just that Feiduan returned to the original position after dodging, because the speed was too fast to give people an illusion, as if he didn't aim at the target and went out.

Looking at Feiduan who was still walking towards this side, Sora immediately mocked: "Diva, you are not at this level, you dare to say me."

The man called Diwa rubbed his eyes. He clearly remembered that he was aiming very accurately and should not miss it, and he was not aiming at the head, but the larger torso, which should not be. .

In order to verify his conjecture, Diwa continued to shoot, shooting bullets one by one, and soon the magazines were completely emptied, but still did not stop the flying section in the slightest.

"No, he's a ghost, a ghost..."

The initial shooting of the two guards did not arouse the idea of ​​the personnel inside. After all, the job of guarding the gate is indeed a bit boring, and they are not disciplined troops. When the guards see animals in the desert, they will also shoot to understand the boredom. .

But the continuous gunshots and Diwa's loud call immediately attracted the attention of nearby members, and several black strong men with AK47s on their backs ran over immediately.

"Diva, what are you screaming about?"

At this time, Diwa's body was a little trembling. In the deserts of northern Kenya, there has been a legend of a terrifying ghost. Whenever a ghost comes, it will definitely bring disaster, and no one is spared wherever he goes.

"Captain Cali, ghosts, there are ghosts..."

Hearing Diwa's shout, Kali picked up the binoculars hanging around his neck and looked at Feiduan who was walking slowly in the distance, especially the strange costume and the March sickle on his shoulder. Shrink slightly.

"What nonsense, that's obviously a person, can't you see the shadow on the ground?"

"Brothers, shoot me and mash him into flesh."

As Kali's words fell, the six men who followed him immediately raised the AK47 in their hands and pulled the trigger at the flying section in the distance.

"Dah dah dah"

With the sound of dense gunfire, the shot bullets formed a simple metal bullet net and went towards the flying section.

Looking at the bullets that were shot, Feiduan didn't have any interest in playing at the beginning. He jumped directly, his figure flashed in the air, and he crossed a distance of more than 200 meters and appeared in front of everyone in an instant.

"You **** who are disrespectful to the evil gods, you all deserve to die."

Feiduan threw the March sickle in his hand directly towards the crowd, and the huge sickle danced and spun in the air.

"Shh, shh, shh!"

With just one move, the eight militants standing at the door were instantly cut in half, and the AK47 in their hands was cut in half together with their body. A large amount of blood was left on the instantly separated body, and the sand under their feet was dyed red. .

The instant slash in the waist made the militants on the scene not die on the spot, but only slowly breathed out after they cried out in fear.

"Ah, my bowels, my bowels."

"Devil, you are the devil..."

Feiduan was stunned for a moment when he saw the red blood on the ground, and murmured: "These **** are also human?"

"Why can't I understand their language, it's like the wailing of animals..."

Looking at the scarlet blood dripping from the March sickle, Feiduan's face showed a look of disgust. Instead of eating sweets as usual, he flicked the March sickle in his hand to get rid of the blood on it.

With the gunshots and screams that continued to appear, everyone in the camp immediately understood that there was an enemy attacking, and those who saw this scene immediately rang the alarm bell.

The sound of alarm bells resounded in the sky above the desert A large number of militants took their weapons and rushed out of the tents, gathering towards the door.

Seeing more and more black ghosts pouring out, Feiduan's face showed a sinister smile.

"Let this uncle come to overtake you..."

"Hahaha···"

After Feiduan laughed, he swung the Sanyue Scythe in his hand and rushed towards the camp. Wherever he passed, there was no one else. No attack could keep up with Feiduan's speed, let alone cause the slightest damage. Instead, many militants were killed by stray bullets fired by their own people.

With just a few simple dashes, the terrorists in the camp became a mess and completely collapsed. Some knelt on the ground and begged, begging Feiduan to spare his life, while others were mentally broken and shouting. He shouted, even raised a gun and shot the people around him, shouting: "Hahaha, this is a dream, this is a dream..."

Some even dropped their weapons and ran out of the camp.