From picking up corpses to becoming a true god of America

Is there anything else you'd like to ask?

Sean was stunned for a moment when faced with the dark muzzle of the gun.

He couldn't even remember the last time someone dared to speak to him in such a tone.

Those who once swaggered in front of Sean.

They were either riddled with holes by him or shoved into the seabed by being filled with cement.

Not one of them survived!

"Hahaha! Who are you, and why are you attacking us? Who ordered you to do this?"

Sean raised his gun and aimed it at Ye Xiao, then suddenly let out a snicker.

"No one instructed me to do this."

Ye Xiao remained calm and showed no signs of panic.

It was as if Sean wasn't holding a gun, but just a hot dog.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Sean screamed hoarsely, his eyes flashing with madness.

"Stop pretending! Was it those Blood Gang bastards? Or those damn Latinos? Just because we robbed their goods before?"

"..."

Seeing his eager expression, Ye Xiao thought about it carefully.

"If we're talking about something, do you remember the seven people who died in the North District these past two days?"

"What?"

"Those seven filthy streetwalkers? You killed us just because of them?"

Sean's eyes widened in disbelief at what he was hearing.

This guy killed all his men all by himself, just for those few women whose lives were worth less than grass?

crazy!

Sean thought the guy in front of him must be crazy!

How could a normal person make such a decision?

"You're a madman!"

Sean looked up and suddenly let out a sinister laugh.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly dropped the pistol, turned around, took out a syringe from his pocket, and plunged it into his neck.

As the scarlet potion was injected, Sean's eyes quickly turned bloodshot, his muscles bulged, tearing his tailor-made suit, and his blue veins swelled like venomous snakes!

"Go to hell!"

Sean suddenly charged forward like a wild beast, his face terrifying.

What the hell?

If you can't beat them, you take drugs?

Ye Xiao was somewhat surprised, but he didn't panic.

After all, these gang members were ruthless killers, and he had prepared himself mentally before coming here.

Ye Xiao took a small half-step back and steadily pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!"

Several bullets struck Sean precisely in the head and chest, splattering blood everywhere.

Despite this, Sean, like a zombie, twitched for a moment before viciously lunging at Ye Xiao, seemingly wanting to tear him apart and devour him alive.

Damn it.

So Resident Evil isn't a science fiction game after all?

Ye Xiao had no choice but to drop the pistol.

Clench your fist, thrust your hips, twist your waist, and unleash a powerful punch!

Under this powerful blow, Sean's already collapsing body was almost shattered.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Despite being knocked to the ground, Sean continued to struggle desperately.

Its face was contorted, its skin cracked, and black blood seeped out, like a demon from hell.

This bizarre potion made him forget his pain, and he became like a crazed zombie, only knowing how to slaughter.

"Damn it."

Ye Xiao frowned slightly, then raised his foot without hesitation and stomped down heavily.

"Thump!"

It was as if the entire factory building was beginning to shake.

"I'm going to kill you!"

"Thump!"

After kicking him more than ten times, the madness in Sean's eyes gradually faded, and a hint of panic appeared on his face.

and many more……

Sean suddenly realized that he didn't even seem to have the qualifications to stand up against Ye Xiao.

"Don't kill me!"

Sean finally realized the gap between them and began to feel terrified.

"Don't you find it a bit ridiculous to bring this up now?"

Ye Xiao shook his head in disgust, raised his leg slightly as if kicking a soccer ball, and kicked Sean's terrified head hard!

"Bang!"

That unwilling and terrified head, like a ball, traced a beautiful arc in the air before landing on the factory wall.

[Consumed 67 sanity points, current sanity: 29/100]

[White seeds extracted - strong]

[White seed extracted - speed]

[Green seed extracted - Fighting]

[Blue seed extracted - Sensitive]

[Blue seed extracted—cruel]

[Extracted purple seed - Angry]

Those imprisoned watched this scene from afar, their blank eyes revealing a mixture of surprise, anxiety, and fear.

This person is so cruel, he won't kill us too, will he?

Just when everyone was anxious and alarmed.

Ye Xiao slowly walked back, picked up a gun, aimed it at the cell door lock, and fired two shots.

"Bang! Bang!"

The door imprisoning them was kicked open with a heavy kick, but no one dared to leave.

People looked at the mysterious, unfamiliar young man with fear, and at the gun in his hand, still shrouded in smoke.

Compared to when he first came in, his hair was disheveled, but his eyes remained sharp and piercing.

Suddenly, people heard him speak in an impatient, low voice.

"You're all free now! Get out of here!"

The crowd, which was almost suffocating, suddenly erupted into an unimaginably loud cheer.

Have they all been resolved?

Seeing the ecstatic crowd scatter and flee, Ye Xiao felt a sense of relief.

However, just as he was about to turn and leave.

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed that a boy had not fled, but had instead walked toward the spot where the gang members had fallen dead.

Is he the younger brother of that streetwalker?

"What do you want to do?"

Ye Xiao quickly walked over to stop him.

"I'd like to get a gun, sir."

The boy raised his head, his blank gaze seemingly filled with intense hatred.

If he gets his hands on the gun, it might bring him even bigger trouble.

Ye Xiao kindly advised, "You don't need this; it won't do you any good."

"But I want to have the same power as you, sir."

"I also want to have the power to protect others, just like you."

Upon hearing the boy say those words, Ye Xiao's remaining rationality began to waver.

……

The Seattle Police Department was suddenly set ablaze by an emergency call late at night.

Director Mike and Seth and the others rushed into the police cars like madmen and sped toward the dock.

"Damn it, I knew it! I knew it!"

"That bastard really went!"

Fully armed Mike cursed loudly and pounded on the car door.

Upon hearing this, Seth couldn't help but feel a bit mocking.

"What do you mean, 'as expected'? Didn't you say this afternoon that he wouldn't dare go?"

But Seth didn't dare say it. He forced himself to calm down: "Mike, how's the SWAT team doing? Have they requested support from other areas?"

"We'll be there a little later. Let's form a small group and go in to check things out."

Mike started making arrangements over the walkie-talkie.

More than twenty armed gang members would be an extremely dangerous force anywhere, and the Seattle Police Department simply couldn't handle them on its own.

If things escalate, the National Guard might even need to be mobilized!

Damn it, we're doomed!

Mike's face was grim. He instinctively gripped the AR15 in his hand, trying to calm his trembling legs that were shaking with anxiety.

But the more this happened, the more terrified he became, and he even began to imagine scenes of gunfire and carnage in the future.

God, I'm just a policeman!