MTL - Armageddon: Shelters Can Be Upgraded Infinitely-Chapter 293

Since Lu Yan slaughtered several top ten teams that night last time, the entire power list has undergone tremendous changes. Except for the top three teams that are relatively stable and unchanged, the rankings of the subsequent seven teams are basically the same. Changes are happening every day.

And the one who arrived here at this time was the [Roaring Legion] team that had just been promoted to fifth place late last night. The members of this team, like its name, looked extremely oppressive.

[Roaring Legion] There are twelve people in total, each of them is a male player with a big waist and a round waist, aged between twenty-five and thirty-five. Among them, there are three whites, five blacks, and four yellows. A caucasian with blond hair and blue pupils, his name is John!

John, with sunken eye sockets, a hooked nose, and tiny white teeth when he grins, looks like some kind of predatory beast at first glance.

"I didn't expect that after one night, He Chuan was still alive. I thought we'd come so late that we wouldn't get any benefits!" John strode into the group of players and looked at He Chuan laughed loudly: "It seems that most of the players in the wilderness are really trash!"

Hearing John's blatant humiliation, the surrounding players suddenly became angry. They had already suffered a lot from He Chuan's hands before, and they were extremely aggrieved because they couldn't attack for a long time. At this time, John suddenly jumped out to sneer and sneer, which naturally detonated their anger.

"Damn it! You foreign devil, I will punish your stinky mouth today!"

"What are you pretending to be? Do you think you are a big shot?"

"Fack squid..."

There were endless scolding from the players around, and some grumpy players were already gearing up, ready to come up and teach John and the arrogant guys a lesson.

Boom!

Suddenly, a thunderous gunshot rang out, instantly suppressing the noisy scene.

John was holding an old-fashioned revolver in his hand, the muzzle was pointing towards the sky, and white smoke was still rising. With a grim expression, he turned his neck and pointed the muzzle at the player closest to him, saying coldly Said: "Do you want to fight with me?"

The face of the player whom he pointed the gun at his chest turned pale instantly. He was holding a machete in his hand. His expression was extremely embarrassing at this moment, and even his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

No one expected that there was a gun in John's hand, and it was a revolver that was more advanced, more convenient, and more powerful than the flintlock gun in He Chuan's hand. This kind of gun could hold five bullets in total. Under such circumstances, it is absolutely possible to blast a head with one shot!

"Go away if you don't have the guts!" John sneered. Although he had a gun in his hand, he didn't want to fight these players head-on. Before, he said that some of these players would not cause too much riot. But once he shoots and kills, it is inevitable that some players will be inspired to blood.

A gun can't deal with more than two hundred red-eyed players at the same time.

He took out the gun, mainly to intimidate these players and let them give up the idea of ​​competing with him, that's all.

The players around were silent for a long time, and in the end, their anger could only be turned into a helpless sigh under John's gun. They all stepped out of the way, like a beast showing weakness in front of a more powerful beast.

After dealing with the competitors, John looked up at He Chuan, who was thirty meters away. He knew very well that for him this time, intimidating other players was just an appetizer, and only He Chuan was a hearty meal. !