That's right, it's a biogas bullet!

Although it cannot stop the enemy from pursuing, it can disrupt the enemy's pace!

...

"If you have this kind of bullet, you can't avoid it."

Mr. Red Wine is depressed.

But no one knows whether the one that he has to bear will be a vine?

"The second one!"

Bang!

boom!

The more violent explosions drove Mr. Red Wine in the footsteps.

It's gunpowder!

"The third one!"

Bang!

Mr. Red Wine was ready to deal with it, but made a mistake.

Because this one is just an ordinary soil bullet and has no special effects!

"The fourth one!"

boom!

A bullet almost exploded at the foot of Mr. Red Wine, knocking his feet away!

"The fifth one!"

boom!

A bullet exploded behind Mr. Red Wine, and the aftermath of the explosion pushed his waist, completely destroying his extreme balance during high speed!

In front, there is a big stone.

Behind, there was an explosive heat pushing.

Mr. Red Wine suddenly realized that his body had lost balance and could not dodge the next bullet...

At the critical moment, the white latte reloaded.

Bang!

A wriggling vine bullet flew over twenty meters away, and with a "pop" sound, it shot into Mr. Red Wine's chest, through his muscles, through his ribs, into the beating heart!

Plop!

Mr. Red Wine staggered and fell on the big rock in front of him.

The wriggling vine bullet takes root when it falls to the ground and sprouts when it takes root.

If the arm is shot, he can cut it off.

But he ejaculated into the heart... there was no need for him to dig out the heart.

In the last moment of life, Mr. Red Wine raised his head, looked at the white latte, and smiled.

“Containment?

“More than one?

"Silly little guy!

“Rare countryman!

"A poor slave!

"You don't know what this means at all,

“You will be torn apart!

“Hahaha…um…”

The laughter was interrupted...

His mouth was filled with pickles and he could no longer speak!

A large bunch of vines popped out of his eyes, covering his vicious eyes.

The rattan silk continued to grow until the red wine Mr. wrapped it into a huge rattan ball.

White latte walked forward, and the social fear boots would no longer be triggered. It seemed that they were dead.

"This guy seems to be cursing when he is about to die?"

White latte shook his head.

"Everyone is dead, I'll let you curse a few words.

"But, are you, do you have any misunderstandings about the containment?"

White latte looks at the infinite refill, and look at the open eyes of the social fear boots.

How cute is the shelter? Why should this dead ghost insult the shelter?

They are all the most loyal partners and the best employees of Boss Bai!

Volume 2

Lake wine jar
Chapter completed!