Conan: The worse I get, the stronger I get

Chapter 195

Bang!

When the two were about to kiss together.

Countless bullets flew in.

Two heads, sputtering everywhere like watermelons.

"You guys are still putting on this?"

The blood in Qin Feng's eyes became more and more intense.

At this moment, the internal strength actually operated independently, even if it was not upgraded through the justice value, it automatically broke through to the next realm.

Divided by the realm of the system, it is advanced.

This is already the limit of all skills.

Anyway, after the advanced level, Qin Feng had never seen the plus sign.

At this moment, the value of justice is almost 50,000.

The corner of Qin Feng's mouth couldn't help but show a hideous smile.

Turning the muzzle around, he continued to strafe the palace and walls on both sides.

Dingding....

The system prompt continues to sound.

The screams barely stopped.

Gin and vodka, hiding under the thick statue, did not dare to move in fright.

At this time, the statue above their heads belonging to Masajiro Omura had long since fallen apart.

Only a thick statue with a length, width and height of more than two meters remains.

It is also thanks to the fact that when building this thing, I did not cut corners, and I built it in a big way.

Otherwise, the two would have died long ago.

And at this moment, a little boy suddenly ran out of a side hall on the left.

With small short legs, he cried loudly.

Gin and vodka can already predict the fate of each other.

Really.

The barrage, which had never stopped, suddenly turned from the other side.

After leaving a series of craters on the sculpture platform, he came to the boy.

In an instant, half of his body disappeared directly.

"Ono..." A

middle-aged woman burst out of the side hall, holding her son's corpse, bursting into tears.

I couldn't help shouting: "Please, don't kill my son, kill me if you want to kill..." The

next moment, the two turned into a blood mist.

Qin Feng moved the muzzle and aimed it at the side hall where the woman ran out.

The hand holding the trigger never let go.

The system prompt sounded sharply again.

"Please, let my father go."

A man ran out of the corner, knelt on the ground, and cried loudly.

Bang!

"Please, spare our daughter, she's only seventeen..." This

time it was a couple, and their daughter was next to her with tears in her eyes.

But the results remain the same.

It's just that from this moment on.

It seems that some kind of strange switch is turned on.

People kept coming out of the corner.

A sad pleading.

They may be for their young sons and grandchildren.

Or his wife, his wife.

There are many people for their parents, friends, classmates.

Anyway, every time Qin Feng killed one, someone would immediately jump out of nowhere.

Ask to spare your loved ones.

You can't finish killing Ben, and every time you move the muzzle, you waste some time.

Qin Feng simply aimed his muzzle directly at the hall full of people.

The value of justice has only recovered its original growth rate.

The screams, the cries of pain became even harsher.

Compared to the previous one, this time there is another voice.

Dozens of men and women, young and old, although there was fear in their eyes, many of them had lost control of their urine.

But they were still kneeling on the central avenue.

The blood was about to stick to their calves on the ground, completely submerging.

These people are still kneeling there, wailing from their mouths.

Ask Qin Feng's subordinates to show mercy.

Many people even slammed their heads heavily to the ground, splashing a pool of blood.

I don't know if it's theirs, or if it's originally on the ground.

Qin Feng was a little irritable.

Again aimed the muzzle at the middle of the road.

Bang

bang bang.... Flesh and blood exploded, and stump and severed arms flew in the air.

Solve everyone.

Qin Feng felt much cleaner at this time.

Looking at the justice value that is already as high as 70,000.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

If he earns another 10,000 or so, he can go outside the shrine, where a lot of justice value is waiting for him.

Move the muzzle and aim it at the remaining side hall.

The screams became even more poignant than before.

It's just that this time it seems a little different.

No system prompt?

Qin Feng was stunned, and subconsciously released the muzzle.

Glancing at the value of justice in the system, it was a full seventy-two thousand one hundred and twenty-one.

Remember this number.

Qin Feng pressed the trigger again.

Through the monitoring of the drone, he can clearly see dozens of people turned into blood droplets.

But the value of justice in the system is still that number, and it has not changed at all.

'System, what's going on? '

'What about my righteousness?'' '

'You swallowed me?''

Qin Feng cursed angrily in his heart.

It's just a pity that this system is not intelligent at all, and there is no response for half a word.

See here.

Qin Feng was a little irritable, when the time came, how could the system give himself such a moth?

He let go of Gatling and wondered what was wrong.

And at this time, it was originally because Qin Feng killed all the people kneeling in the middle of the road.

No one has come out for a long time.

Even if he knows that hiding is death, he has a glimmer of hope in his heart.

And now, seeing Qin Feng, he no longer shoots.

They were overjoyed.

Someone immediately tried to escape.

Bang bang.

Blood splattered, and those people without exception all turned into justice...

No, there is no more justice value.

Qin Feng clutched Gatling and became more and more irritable.

What went wrong?

And below, it was quiet for a while.

After a long while, someone finally walked out of the hiding position again.

Qin Feng subconsciously raised the gun.

It's just that the other party did not run away this time, but knelt in the middle of the road, and kept kowtowing.

"Dad, dad..."

An eleven-twelve-year-old little Shota suddenly ran out.

"Shota, go back quickly."

The man looked terrified, and then hit his head harder against the stone slab.

He begged, "Please, spare my son, kill me if you want."

"No, let my dad go."

Koshota's eyes were already drowned in tears and fear.

I stumbled to walk.

But he still followed his father's example and knelt down.

Then he gritted his teeth, followed his father's example, and slammed his little head on the floor.

Without the cover of gunshots, it is exceptionally clear.

The Gatling that Qin Feng had already lifted froze in mid-air.

Then one person after another came out.

Husband, father, wife, mother, son, daughter....

Kneeling on the ground that had formed a blood-colored river, he kept pleading.

Qin Feng now suddenly understood why he couldn't earn justice value.

Have you relented?

How can it be........ That's 70,000 justice values, which translates to 70,000 articles...

Looking at the scene of blood flowing below, Qin Feng was a little silent for a while.

"What is life to you?"

"Tell me, what exactly is life to you?"

Suddenly, a woman's voice like heaven came.

It was cold and pure, but at this time, it was mixed with a strong anger.