Build the Traveler Alliance from Scratch.

Chapter 67

It's not their fault.

Although they are American elites who have touched guns since they were young, they are shameless hangers-on if they can't hold each other back!

The blind eye perspective provides Lin Zhongtian with all-round perspective without dead ends.

The firearms experience and knowledge gained from the head of a bald man, as well as Lin Zhongtian's precise control of body muscles, made his marksmanship swift and precise.

Within the range, as long as there is no influence of the natural environment such as excessively exaggerated wind speed, almost no bullets are missed, which is comparable to self-aiming.

Coupled with the characteristics of gray fog energy that can strengthen the body and accelerate healing, he can ignore the bullets and forcibly lock the blood.

Facing such a hanging wall with perspective self-aiming and blood lock enabled at the same time, not to mention these scavengers who are not combatants, even the protagonist John Wick of the series of movies standing here, dare not confront Lin Zhongtian showdown.

"Da da da--"

The muzzle of the AR-15 kept spitting out the flames, accurately hitting every scavenger who dared to probe.

After firing a round of bullets, Lin Zhongtian quickly hid in an abandoned car and changed the magazine.

The scavengers hiding behind the bunker seized the opportunity. Qi Qi emerged from behind the bunker and shot wildly in the direction of Lin Zhongtian. The abandoned car was naturally also within their fire target.

"Da da da--"

Various types of bullets pierced the air and easily penetrated the rusted iron skin of the car body.

After Lin Zhongtian changed the bullet, he looked at the seven or eight wounds on his waist and ribs and sighed helplessly.

Sure enough, the movies are all lies...

This tattered car has no bulletproof ability at all!

Fortunately, he is a blood-locking wall, otherwise this body that has just been taken away will be confessed here tonight.

Holding the rifle, Lin Zhongtian leaped out from behind the cover and pulled the trigger continuously in mid-air.

Seven bullets shot out from the gun barrel, hitting seven hideous faces with precision.

Lin Zhongtian rolled over on the ground, then knelt down on one knee, and shot at the target with standard tactical actions.

All the bullets fired at him, as long as they were not aimed at his head, were all taken down by him.

After finishing the three magazines he found from the bald man, the forest man threw away the AR15 rifle in his hand, pulled out the M1911 pistol on his waist, and calmly aimed at the enemy to shoot, while walking forward without dodging.

When Lin Zhongtian walked to the house, there were only sporadic gunshots in all directions.

The others were either frightened by Lin Zhongtian and thought they had met Satan.

Or, Lin Zhongtian really sent him to hell to meet Satan...

Looking at the scavenger who was hiding behind the sandbag and changing the magazine with trembling hands, Lin Zhongtian curled up his mouth, lay on top of the sandbag, tapped the sandbag with the handle of his gun, and greeted him politely.

"Hello, where is your boss?"

"...?"

The sudden sound made the scavenger tremble, his neck stiffened and he raised his head, looking up.

I saw a handsome face protruding from above the sandbag, looking at him, the smile on that face was clear and sunny, and there was a dark red in the dark as ink pupils, like the flames emerging from hell, which made him There was a hallucination.

"Lu... Lucifer!"

The scavenger murmured a word, then rolled his eyes, and fainted from fright.

"Hey, answer my question first!"

Silently, Lin Zhongtian poked his head with the gun barrel. Seeing that he didn't respond, he turned over and jumped over the sandbags, ignoring the gunshots from both sides, and went straight to the front of the house.

"Boom boom boom——"

"anyone there?"

Lin Zhongtian knocked on the door very politely.

After about ten seconds, a scavenger with a shotgun cautiously opened the door.

Perhaps because he was frightened by the terrible movement outside the house, the other party did not dare to shoot immediately, but pointed the gun at Lin Zhongtian, and said hoarsely, "Boss wants to see you."

Lin Zhongtian raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, "He still dares to see me?"

The scavenger holding the shotgun was stunned when he heard the words, with a strange expression on his face, not knowing how to reply.

Lin Zhongtian didn't want him to answer, he nodded and praised, "That's right, I'm a bit courageous."

After finishing speaking, Lin Zhongtian pushed open the door and walked into the house calmly under the muzzle of three shotguns.

It didn't take long for Lin Zhongtian to walk into a bulletproof safe house. There were five bodyguards who were fully armed and stood apart, as well as a middle-aged blond man in a dark red suit and holding a silver revolver.

He should be the boss of the Los Angeles Scavenger Organization...

Looked younger than that old man named Charlie in New York.

Lin Zhongtian looked at him with interest.

At the same time, the blond middle-aged man was also quietly looking at Lin Zhongtian.

Seeing that he was just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old mixed-race boy, the fear and tension in the blond man's heart gradually disappeared, replaced by the calmness and calmness of the past.

"Who are you?"

The blond man clenched the revolver in his hand and asked in a deep voice.

Lin Zhongtian smiled, shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is whether you have the news I want."

The blond man frowned: "What news?"

Lin Zhongtian stroked the M1911 in his hand, and said with a light smile: "At 21:[-] tonight, three black cars broke into the house of Mr. Zhou, a member of parliament, and shot and killed Mr. Zhou's family and three friends who were visiting. , and your people dealt with the corpses of Mr. Zhou and others..."

The blond man sneered: "Is that why you came here?"

Lin Zhongtian nodded: "That's right, I want to know who placed this order with you."

The blond man looked at the surrounding bodyguards in dismay, and the expressions on everyone's faces gradually became strange.

The next second, everyone in the room burst into laughter, as if they heard something extremely ridiculous.

Lin Zhongtian raised his eyebrows, his expression was normal, and he asked politely after they finished laughing: "Can you tell me now?"

The blond man laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. He held the revolver with his right hand and covered his stomach, and pressed his left hand weakly, signaling Lin Zhongtian not to worry.

After recovering, the blond man smiled and asked, "Little guy, do you know the Continental Hotel?"

Lin Zhongtian nodded: "I know."

The blond man asked again: "What about the high table?"

Lin Zhongtian nodded again: "I know."

The blond man smiled and said: "Since you know everything, you should also know that everything is under the high table, and no one can violate the will of the high table, and I am the same. You want to get customer information from me. It is to let me break the rules of the high table, and those who break the rules often have only one destination, and that is death."

Speaking of the last sentence, the golden man's face darkened, and he said coldly: "Since you want me to die, then I can only ask you to die first!"

After all, the blond man raised his revolver, and the bodyguards scattered around all drew their guns.

At this critical moment, Lin Zhongtian shouted: "Wait!"

The blond man frowned, raised his hand to stop his subordinates, and said calmly, "Do you have any last words?"

Lin Zhongtian glanced at the five bodyguards standing apart, and then at the three big men holding shotguns behind him. He looked at the blond man with a strange expression and asked suspiciously, "I said, don't you have surveillance here?"

The blond man frowned: "Of course."

Lin Zhongtian was even more confused: "How dare you attack me with monitoring? Didn't you see how I slaughtered your men?"

An ominous premonition rose in the blond man's heart, and he looked past Lin Zhongtian to the three people behind him.

"Where are Rod and Dill?"

The blond man asked in a low voice.

The three men with shotguns looked at each other and whispered, "They... seem to have run away."

The blond man couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Run away?!"

Lin Zhongtian's head was full of black lines. It is estimated that he opened the lock too violently, scaring away the two guards and monitoring. As a result, the blond man and others only knew that he came in single-handedly, but did not know that he also opened the lock and blood hang.

No wonder these people didn't show too much fear.

In their minds, Lin Zhongtian is at best a John Wick-style figure.

And no matter how strong John Wick is, he is still a body of flesh and blood, and he will die if he eats a bullet.

"I see……"

"In that case, I have nothing to say!"

Lin Zhongtian sighed, then decisively raised the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger.

(End of this chapter)