The Glorious Summoner - Chapter 502

502 The Golden footprints

A three-story building on the side of the street collapsed in the violent explosion of the self-destructing truck. The gang members were all wailing and howling.

Xia Pingan continued to move forward in the flames and shock waves of the self-destructing truck. She did not stop for even a moment.

The shock waves and flames from the explosion swept over, but to Xia Pingan, it was like a gentle breeze. The water shield around him rippled slightly, and everything was resolved.

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“Who’s that?”

“Demonic ghost?”

At this time, the gang members finally saw Xia Pingan, who had passed through the burning flames of the self-destructing truck and the big pit on the ground in front of them. They also saw the turret of the close-range defense cannon in Xia Pingan’s hand, the cigar in his mouth, and the cold and mocking expression on his face.

Many people thought that they were hallucinating after taking drugs.

That was because the turret didn’t seem like something that a person could carry with one hand.

There were also over 10 self-destructing trucks on the street over 100 m away. Thousands of armed gangsters were right behind those self-destructing trucks.

kill him! one of the gang leaders roared. The gang members finally came to their senses. They didn’t know who Xia Pingan was, but Xia Pingan’s gun was pointed at them. Therefore, it was clear whether she was a friend or a foe.

At this time, the armed forces finally understood how powerful a Summoner’s water shield spell was. Countless bullets hit the water shield in front of Xia Pingan, like an eagle stuck in glue. The water shield only shook slightly, and the bullets fell to the ground, unable to hurt Xia Pingan at all.

The gang members who were closer to the self-destructing trucks, but were also smart, had already turned around and fled when they saw the turret in Xia Pingan’s hand turn towards the self-destructing trucks.

trash, ” Xia Pingan muttered. Without another word, the gun in his hand started to spin again. Countless bullets poured out and destroyed the self-destructing trucks.

The self-destructing trucks were all squeezed together. This time, Xia Pingan only blew up one of them. The others were affected by the explosion of the self-destructing truck at the same time, and an even more intense explosion occurred.

In the loud explosion, a ball of fire and black smoke rose up from the ground and rushed 100 meters into the air. A whole half of the street was instantly turned into ruins. Those gang members within 100 meters of the self-destructing truck were either torn into pieces or shocked to the point that they were bleeding from their seven orifices and died instantly.

No one had expected that the self-destructing truck, which was supposed to explode in front of the defense line and fortifications of the Chinese community in People’s Square, would explode in front of their formation before it could even drive out.

At this moment, the entire 11th Preserve District, the neighboring 3rd, 10th, and 20th Preserve District, and almost half of Paris could feel the tremor coming from here.

The gang members were already scared out of their wits. Many of them woke up from the shock of the explosion and instantly turned around and ran. Looking down from the sky, the street that was originally filled with gang members was now filled with gang members who were running away like stray dogs and antelopes on the African savannah.

The people from the Chinese community were all stunned. They had thought that today would be a battle to the death, but they did not expect the tables to be turned so quickly.

Forward, forward, keep moving forward

Xia Pingan’s figure was like an elegant god of death. In the blink of an eye, he passed through the black smoke and flames of the explosion and appeared on the street where the gang members were running like wolves and rats. The turret in his hand continued to roar and fire wildly at the gang members.

Xia ping ‘an showed no mercy or mercy because he knew that if these people broke through the line of defense in the Chinese community tonight, the innocent people in the Chinese community would face a tragic fate. At this time, eliminating evil was to promote good. The more trash died, the better the kind people could live with dignity.

The power of the turret in Xia Pingan’s hand was too terrifying. This was a close-range cannon used to deal with armored targets or even attacking missiles. One could imagine the power of the attack when it hit a human body. It was not something that ordinary flesh and blood could resist.

When a bullet was shot out of the turret, it would cause a bowl-sized bloody hole on their bodies. If it hit their hands and feet, it would immediately break their limbs, breaking their bones and flesh into pieces. If 4 – 5 people were running in a line, one bullet could penetrate through 4 – 5 people at the same time and cause a big hole on their bodies, causing them to fall down.

The bullets from the turrets formed bright lines in the dark. Like the Grim Reaper’s Sickles, the lines of fire madly reaped the lives on the street. No one could stand within 2000 m where the lines of fire were pointed at. After a series of bullets, a bloody tunnel was opened on the street.

As Xia Pingan moved forward, she fired at the gang members who were still moving.

More than 300 meters away, the gang members in an armored personnel carrier were shooting at Xia Pingan with the machine gun on the vehicle.

When the bullets hit the water shield in front of Xia Pingan, the water shield shook slightly, and the bullets fell to the ground. Xia Pingan turned the turret in his hand and fired a line of fire at the armored personnel carrier.

The armored personnel carrier did not even last a second before it exploded with a loud bang. The people inside the vehicle were torn apart by the bullets and the explosion.

Brass bullet shells were constantly thrown down from the turret in Xia Pingan’s hand. Behind Xia Pingan, it was like his footprints, leaving a series of Golden Trails. In front of him, the turret was pointing at countless torn flesh and broken limbs.

On this Street, no fleshly body could stand over 1 second when the firing line of the turret pointed at it. If there was, it could stand 2 seconds.

The bullet chain of the turret was directly connected to the space warehouse, which gave the turret in Xia Pingan’s hands the ability to output almost unlimited power.

Three rockets were fired at Xia Pingan.

Xia Pingan held a heavy turret in his hand, but his figure was as light as an assassin and a butterfly. He leaped up lightly, and his orange trench coat fluttered in the night wind. While he was in the air, the turret in his hand swept towards the direction where the rocket had come from. The huge recoil carried Xia Pingan backward in the air, like a flying kite. At the same time, several modified pickup trucks that were fleeing hundreds of meters away instantly turned into fireballs and exploded into the sky.

Before the pickup truck could land, Xia Pingan’s feet had already landed firmly on the ground and he continued to move forward.

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More than 500 meters away, a bullet from a gang sniper was shot at him, but the bullet was stuck by the water shield.

Before the sniper who had fired the bullet could put away his gun and change his position, 0.1 seconds later, the turret in Xia Pingan’s hand was already pointing at the apartment room where the sniper was hiding.

In the next second, countless bullets flew through the wall, turning the entire room into a sieve. One wall collapsed, and the sniper hiding behind the wall was shot like a hornet’s nest. He could no longer be recognized.

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More than a hundred gang members ran to a small five-story apartment by the road and shot at Xia Pingan.

The line of fire of the turret came, and a minute later, the apartment building, which had been penetrated by thousands of powerful bullets, was like a piece of cheese with thousands of holes. It turned into ruins with the wreckage inside and then collapsed.

In the roaring of the turrets and the high-speed rotation of the barrels, only the cries of the doomsday gang and the Jackal gang were left in Paris.

In the beginning, there were still people who dared to fight back against Xia Pingan. However, as those who fought back became corpses under the turret in the blink of an eye, all the gang members who were still alive only had one thought in their minds, and that was to run for their lives. They threw down their weapons and ran for their lives!

It was not a fight, but a one-sided slaughter. All the gangsters became the moving targets of the terrifying close-range defense cannons on the Avenue of the 11th District of Paris.

Xia Pingan swept across the entire 2000-meter-Long Street with the cannon in his hand, from People’s Square all the way to the aville bridge. It was difficult to find any gang members or vehicles that were still in good condition after being swept by the line of fire of Xia Pingan’s cannon.

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Standing on the bridge beside the Sai na river, the 11 gun barrels of the turret in Xia Pingan’s hand finally stopped spinning. The high-speed motor that was buzzing had also stopped. The gun barrels had already turned red as they swept all the way here, as if they had just been taken out of a furnace. They had the color and temperature of hell.

The street in front of him was completely silent. Only the river water flowed quietly. There was no longer any existence that was an eyesore in his sight.

The world in front of him was finally clear!

After Zhang tie moved the close-range cannon to one side from the designed opening of the water shield, the moment the red Barrel hit the water shield, a large area of mist rose up from the barrel. The barrel then cooled down in a split second.

Xia Pingan put away the close-range defense cannon, took out the cigar from his mouth, and exhaled a long breath of white smoke. Then, he snuffed out the cigarette.

From the beginning until now, he had just finished smoking the cigar and the street had been completely swept clean. Behind him, the broken bodies and arms of the gang members covered the entire Street. The two sides of the street were covered in blood, and only the Golden passage in the middle was covered in bullet shells.

The battle was not over yet, but a few important figures had already run away when they saw that the situation was not good.

Xia Pingan turned her head and looked in one direction. The next second, Xia Pingan’s figure disappeared from the bridge.

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It was not until the gunshots had completely stopped that the guards of the Chinese community left the fortifications and came to the street where Xia Pingan had fought with the doomsday gang and the Jackal gang.

A flare was fired into the sky. Under the cold white light of the flare, all the Chinese standing at the end of the People’s Square took a deep breath.

It was no longer the main street, but a flesh tunnel leading to hell. In the middle of the flesh tunnel, numerous Yellow Bullet shells glowed in the darkness against the blood and dismembered limbs on both sides of the main street. They were especially bright and carried a sacred yet indescribable feeling. They were scattered all the way like the footprints of the gods, extending from the People’s Square to the darkness in the distance. It made people’s hearts tremble and made them have the impulse to kneel down and worship.