Dragon Clan: Started by being picked up by Xia Mi, and then defeated the strong

Chapter 503 "Sister, are you here to eat the little monster?"

Eri was walking alone on the streets of Shinjuku. The sky was clear and the air was fresh, and the air was filled with the air of autumn. The road surface beneath her feet was cut into mottled shadows by the sunlight. The girl's soft red hair fluttered gently in the breeze, like a lingering flame in the autumn.

It's not always a good thing to get a glimpse of your fate early, especially when the theme is sacrifice.

Eri was at a loss for a moment. She had realized very early on that she was different from others.

They have healthy bodies, can speak, and laugh or yell at certain things.

But Eri can't do that. She has been confined in a cage called home for years, and she doesn't know which will knock on the door first, becoming Deadpool or death.

Why do injustice, misfortune and unwillingness happen in this world?

Eri left her sun hat and sunglasses in the cafe. She wanted to feel the warmth of the sun in the short time she had.

Normally, Eri can't even see the sun. When she looks up, she can only stare at the artificial fluorescent lights, then cover her eyes and mutter to herself, "It's so bright."

The warm autumn sun feels very comfortable on the skin, making the whole body and mind warm.

The more peaceful and warm the moment is, the more I miss the peaceful and happy times of the past.

But this does not belong to Eri, does not belong to a little monster with unstable bloodline, and does not belong to a key that is destined to be a victim.

White King, Holy Relics, Sacrifice...

Eiry walked aimlessly, with a myriad of thoughts in her mind. The mentally immature little girl had to face such a grand proposition as saving the world, and she felt melancholy for a moment.

So Eri didn't notice that she was being chased.

A group of iron cavalry with literary and artistic ghost faces.

"Boom - boom -"

The motorcycle engine made a deafening roar, and a group of bikers drove onto the road. These people were wearing special attack uniforms with eye-catching decorations. The clothes had a lot of patches and graffiti on them, some of which were pale skull patterns, and some were scarlet flame patterns.

Most of them are young people who have dropped out of school and are idle at home. They drive a privately modified heavy motorcycle with one hand, hold a baseball bat with the other hand and shout "Oh, Oh, Oh", and the metal necklace around their necks reflects a silver luster.

Whenever the bikers parade in groups, the noise they make is like the devil from hell crawling up, arrogant and domineering, doing whatever they want, as if they were born to trample on social order and human laws.

The only reason they escaped judgment was that they were minors.

Eri's unique long red hair attracted attention and was soon discovered by the more mobile bikers. The hunting team was called "Spirit of Speed" and had a special rider carrying a flying flag.

The Speed ​​Spirit bikers are eager to capture Eri and get the sky-high reward of 10 million yen. million yen converted into RMB in years is about more than million yuan, and the purchasing power is even greater than it will be ten years later.

Faced with such a huge amount of money, the bikers turned into beasts of desire. In their eyes, Eri was no longer a beautiful girl, but a lamb to be fought over. They wanted to tear her into pieces and hold her in their hands, not allowing anyone to plunder her.

Eri heard the noise behind her, stopped and turned to look. A group of screaming motorcyclists forced their way through the red light. Many of them collided and rubbed against moving vehicles, causing explosions and wailing one after another, but more motorcyclists stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards her.

Eri felt unfamiliar with the look in the leading motorcyclist's eyes; it was not fear that should have been there, but greed.

The flying corpses, the blurred flesh and the flowing blood stimulated Eri's nerves. Her heart was pounding and she realized that these people were here to hurt her.

How is this possible?
Eri is indifferent to life. Even if it is just a dream, she has learned common sense and knows that life should not be easily wiped out. However, those who provoke her must pay the price in blood.

The balance tilted towards destruction.

"boom--"

There was a gunshot.

The motorcyclist who rushed onto the sidewalk to attack Eri was hit in the shoulder by a sudden bullet. The severe pain tore the rider's control, and the motorcycle crashed into a nearby window. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive. Eri looked sideways at the cause of the gunshot with an indifferent expression.

Then she saw the girl with striking grey hair standing across the street.

The gray-haired girl noticed Eri's gaze and gave her a reassuring smile.

For no reason, Eri's face suddenly turned red, the indifference in her pupils turned into an evasive gaze, and her cheeks became hot.

The person who came to the rescue was undoubtedly Xia Mo.

She looked for Ruri Kazama and Masamune Tachibana, and suddenly remembered that there was someone in Tokyo who definitely knew the whereabouts of Eri, and that was her dear sister Hakuoh.

The White King appeared at the right time and told Xia Mo the location of Eri, so Xia Mo rushed over without stopping and appeared before Eri went berserk.

Gunshots were heard on the streets of Shinjuku.

Japan does not ban guns, but shootings are rare. This is partly due to the complicated procedures for carrying a gun in Japan. Most of the shootings are either for murder or to rob people in Tokyo Bay. So when gunshots are heard, passers-by scatter and there are few people who like to do good things to join in the fun.

Xia Mo had to fire the gun in order to protect Eri. She was a person outside this world, in other words, a complete outlaw. She had finally found her home after traveling through a world, but this time she was moved to another place. The dissatisfaction and wildness in Xia Mo's heart were gradually released.

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Kill kill kill kill kill!

Adultery!
Xia Mo emptied the magazine in a few seconds, and the bullets hit the fast-moving bikers' bodies accurately, as if there was a will that ordered the hits to be made.

The high-speed rotating bullet pierced through the proud special attack uniforms of the biker gang cleanly and neatly. The huge kinetic energy tore the muscles and created cavities that crushed the internal organs. The human body is so fragile.

There were more than twenty biker gang members in total, and Xia Mo killed fifteen of them in one go.

Fifteen people is not Xia Mo's limit, but the magazine capacity of Glock 23.

The remaining bikers have noticed Xia Mo's existence, and fear has finally overcome reason. Death can catch you at the first sight, and it is hard not to be afraid.

The speed spirit bikers scattered in a hurry.

The next to arrive were other gang members.

For 50 million yen, some yakuza are willing to risk the crime of disturbing public order in street fights.

Eri's location is exposed, and all the gangsters in Tokyo are rushing here, wanting to get a piece of the pie. What if he is the lucky one?

It has ended.

Xia Mo will ask Yuan Zhisheng to cancel the bounty order. He is just trying anything he can think of, but doesn't he know that this will only make his condition worse?

With her around, Eri won't get hurt.

Xia Mo walked across the street and came in front of Eri. At this moment, there was no third person standing nearby.

The two looked at each other.

Under the bright sunshine, Eri took out a notebook from her small bag and held it up. It read:

"Sister, are you here to eat the little monster?"

"No, I'll take you to defeat Herzog."

(End of this chapter)