"Bang~!"
"Bang~!"
Two gunshots, several seconds apart, indicating that the speed of shooting was not fast.
But the efficiency of these two shots was extrely high.
Instantly, two highly skilled professionals fell to the ground.
"If this is your level, none of you will leave here alive today."
Yang Jian glanced at the two bodies on the ground, then pointed his gun at the third person. "So if you have any skills, use them quickly. Don't hide them, or else this will be the fate of the rest of you."
At this mont, the others showed panic.
From what they could see, the abilities displayed by Yang Jian were truly bizarre.
Special weapons couldn't harm him at all, and his shots were unavoidable. Even if they hid under the table, they couldn't escape the result of a headshot.
"Illusion! What you see is all an illusion. Don't be fooled. The person sitting in front of you is just a fake. The real him is hiding sowhere else." Suddenly, Wang Xiaoqiang shouted in a deep voice, imdiately reminding everyone.
It didn't matter if these people could take down Yang Jian.
If they could, that would be great. If they couldn't, they could still complete their cannon fodder mission and find out more about Yang Jian.
This was important.
Illusion?
Upon receiving this ssage, Lei Hu quickly took out a smoke bomb from his waist and imdiately pulled the pin and threw it to the ground.
The next mont.
A faint golden smoke filled the air.
"What is this? Can soone kindly explain it to ?" Yang Jian, who was sitting next to the table, seed a bit unstable.
As if receiving a signal of influence, he had a feeling that he was about to disappear.
"It's just a special smoke bomb with gold elents. It is specially used to reveal the invisible ghosts in this narrow environnt. No wonder the dozens of bullets shot at you earlier had no effect. It turns out it was an illusion we created. You are indeed quite troubleso." Lei Hu said coldly, while looking around.
He didn't care about leaking the information. If he could use this opportunity to determine Yang Jian's location, that would be the best.
"So that's how it is. Rare and good equipnt. It's not sold online. I wonder how much it costs. It must be expensive." Yang Jian's voice ca from another place, not appearing in front of the table.
"There!" Lei Hu shouted.
The other two imdiately shot two arrows with their crossbows.
"Du! Du!"
The sound of arrows piercing the door panel rang out, and a figure appeared in the golden smoke, standing still as if nailed.
"Shoo, shoo!"
Just to be safe, the two shot several more arrows until they were completely sure that the person had been nailed to death before cautiously approaching.
"Be careful."
The two were extrely cautious, slowly approaching with their weapons in hand.
But when they got closer, they suddenly discovered that the person nailed to the door was not Yang Jian, but one of the club's bosses.
This boss had two arrows in his head, instantly killing him, and his body had multiple wounds from the arrows.
His death was extrely tragic.
"But do you really think a smoke bomb can reveal ? You ordinary people have gone crazy just to make money. When did you think you could kill a Ghost Tar?" Yang Jian's figure appeared behind them, and he now had another gun in his hand, which he had just picked up from the ground.
He pointed the two guns at the back of their heads.
The cold touch of the tal made them tense up, and cold sweat broke out.
"Yang, Yang Jian, we were just doing it for the money. Spare us this ti. We admit defeat. We will never go against you again." They raised their hands and pleaded for rcy.
"Alright." Yang Jian said.
The two couldn't help but feel relieved.
Bang~!
Gunshots rang out, and the two bodies flew out.
"I don't have the mood in this life to forgive you. I'll forgive you in the next life." Yang Jian said coldly.
Once they entered the Ghost Domain, none of the people here could leave.
His Ghost Domain could easily cover the entire conference hall. From the mont he entered, these people had already entered his Ghost Domain.
It was ridiculous that no one had noticed until now.
It had to be said that this ability was truly unbeatable.
"Then, the next one." Yang Jian looked for other targets.
Seeing this scene, Wang Xiaoqiang couldn't sit still anymore.
If this continued, Yang Jian would kill them all. His ability was too effective against ordinary people. In the eyes of ordinary people, just relying on this illusion, he could manipulate everyone.
Not to ntion dealing with him, even surviving from Yang Jian's hands was a great challenge.
"Indeed, to deal with a Ghost Tar, you need another Ghost Tar." Wang Xiaoqiang walked into the smoke with a cold face, heading straight for the location where the gunshots had sounded.
As he walked, he took off his expensive suit and also removed his shirt.
Wang Xiaoqiang stood shirtless,
What kind of body was that? Dark green flesh, covered in corpse spots, and pale skin without a trace of blood.
Three or four parts that didn't resemble human body parts were forcibly sewn together with golden thread.
And although the stitched wounds were tight, they could never heal. It was like different creatures' bodies stitched together, making it impossible to heal.
An ordinary person would have died long ago with this appearance.
But Wang Xiaoqiang hadn't died. On the contrary, he was still alive and well, showing no signs of a Ghost's revival.
Strictly speaking, he was not a true Ghost Tar. He hadn't tad a Ghost.
He was a product of the laboratory, a man-made existence, all thanks to his biological elder brother, Wang Xiaoming.
That is, the internationally renowned Professor Bruce Pi.
Just as Wang Xiaoqiang was walking towards Yang Jian.
Yang Jian, who was in the Ghost Realm, felt eerily that his Ghost Realm was shrinking, as if it was being forcibly suppressed by sothing, and the affected area could not expand.
"Hmm?"
Yang Jian looked at Wang Xiaoqiang.
"I don't care what abilities you have, but since I've started, even though I may not be able to kill you, detaining you is no problem," Wang Xiaoming said coldly.
"Splat~!"
A piece of grotesque flesh fell from his body as he walked.
He continued walking.
Another piece of flesh fell from Wang Xiaoming's body.
The golden thread that stitched him together broke apart, and a large part of his body was missing, looking eerie and terrifying.
And just as the flesh from his body fell to the ground.
Within the golden smoke that had not yet dispersed, a blurry human silhouette suddenly appeared.
This person picked up the flesh on the ground and slowly followed behind Wang Xiaoqiang.
Clearly.
The one following him at this mont could not possibly be a human.
But a ghost.
A real ghost.
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