Chapter 933 (2/2)

Gun, she needs a gun to protect herself. As a woman, strength is not an advantage. Only guns can give her enough security.

If the gun law is not good, use automatic weapons to make up for it. But in other parts of the United States, except Texas, automatic weapons require a judicial license.

All of a sudden, she thought of a place, the lex group in metropolis. Mr. Luther said that he had donated all his wealth and inventions. Could there be anything better than a gun?

If you have food, you can do it.

She was sitting in the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel, thinking, scratching her hair like crazy.

Suddenly she heard a shot.

On the other side of the street, a masked man shot an old lady who had just finished shopping, robbed her of a can she had bought and then ran away.

The police raced past the anchor's car to pursue the criminal.

But after the police left, there was chaos in the supermarket, and soon you could see bloody figures crawling out of the supermarket.

Screams, the sound of shelves falling, all kinds of messy sounds came from the supermarket gate, and there was a bloody scene inside. She saw someone holding an electric rice cooker smashing another person's head, and the person who fell on the ground was still holding a big bag of biscuits in his arms.

She knew that she couldn't stay here for long. Anyone was in danger now. She stepped on the gas pedal and rushed to her home.

The neighborhoods were chaotic, and all kinds of cruel things happened in all kinds of shops, big and small, and the gunfire was constantly ringing in the midday New York City, and it was getting worse and worse.

The road gradually appeared damaged vehicles, some bodies across the road, and dark alleys occasionally have red liquid flow to the sidewalk.

The anchorman knows, the end of the world has begun.

What can she do? Besides self-protection, there is no more demand.

She quickly returned to her home, locked all the locks on the door, and dragged the sofa cabinet against the doors and windows, then sat on the floor with salt in her arms and breathed a sigh of relief.

But just as she was relaxing, a man came out of her bedroom, a masked man.

He came slowly to her with a long knife in his hand.

”I'm sorry, honey. It's just business. You're in the way of others.”

”No, don't kill me. I'll give you money, no, food and salt.” The anchorman retreated with her hands on the ground, her face full of panic.

”After you've been killed, all those things are mine. I'm a scavenger who does dirty work for others, and I also have family members to support. Don't blame me while the money is still useful....

men are not moved, but step by step.

”Ah The female anchor screamed, as she often does in the studio.

”Zi!

without feeling pain, she heard the sound of dust falling on the wooden floor, and then the knife fell to the ground, not far away from her.

She opened her eyes and saw at first sight that the man before her had turned into human ashes, yes, a pool of white ash, and his weapons were now hers.

”What's it like to walk in front of death?”

Suddenly, a hoarse voice sounded behind her. It turned out that another person came out of the bathroom.

Unlike the masked gangster before, the man was dressed in red metal armor, with a metal mask on his face, a fence shaped diamond shaped iron mesh at the nose and mouth, and two green eyeglasses.

He couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, and in his black hooded cloak, the whole person seemed to appear suddenly.

”You... Who are you?” The female anchor wanted to have more hands, so that she could fear farther in the shortest time.

But she had been completely seized by fear and could not move.

The masked man in front of him is very terrible just in momentum. He is not comparable to the so-called professional killer before.

”I'm Leviathan, a man who improves the world. You don't have to be afraid of me. I'm here to provide you with hope for life.” ”This is for you. It's a solar dead light pistol. It doesn't need to be changed or aimed. It's all controlled by a microcomputer. It's used to protect yourself.””Are you not afraid that I will beat you with it?” The anchorman immediately took the gun and was much more calm.

”It's up to you how you want to use it.” Leviathan turns to the bathroom.

”Are you Mr. Luther? You're not dead, are you? ” The hostess stood up and the hero made her feel better.

Leviathan kept on walking: ”Luther is dead and may be resurrected, but I am not him. I am not the same way as him.”

With that, he walked into the bathroom, and then a strong blue light broke out in the bathroom. When the female anchor went to see it again, the man was already gone.

If it wasn't for the bad guys whose ashes were still on the living room floor, it would have been a nightmare.

However, it was destined to be a nightmare that she couldn't wake up. The female anchor stares at the ashes on the ground. A moment later, she comes out with a dead light pistol.