Millionaire Son in Law Chapter 6856 Not Afraid of Bullets
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- An encounter with an elder reveals a hidden past.
- The nature of destructive energy is explored.
- A tense confrontation arises in a barren landscape.
The “divine fire” mentioned by the old man was none other than the extreme energy produced by a nuclear explosion.
As for the reason why this cultivator wanted to refine a nuclear bomb and detonate it, David didn’t know; he would only find out when he met the Great Leader.
millennium.
For over a thousand years, the lives of hundreds of millions of ordinary people were enslaved, exploited, and sacrificed, like fuel thrown into a raging fire, all to feed the so-called gods who were high above them.
He opened his eyes, a faint cold glint swirling within his purple pupils, but his face remained calm and expressionless.
He looked at the old man, his tone softened a little: “What’s your name?”
The old man was silent for a moment, as if no one had asked his name for a long time. His lips moved before he answered hoarsely, “My surname is Gu, and my given name is Gu Gen. Everyone calls me Old Gu Tou.”
“Ancient roots.”
David read the name out loud and nodded slightly. “I will remember what you just said.”
A glimmer of light appeared in Gugen’s misty eyes, a faint but intense light like a spark that suddenly appeared in the darkness.
He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just nodded vigorously, his wrinkled hands tightly gripping the wooden stick.
At that moment, a soldier realized something was wrong. In the next second, his pupils suddenly constricted, and his whole body immediately stiffened.
“Who goes there!”
The soldier suddenly aimed his rifle, pointed directly at David on the dirt slope, and shouted sternly. His voice, amplified by a megaphone, echoed throughout the vast desert, “Don’t move! Raise your hands! Come down slowly!”
The loud shout was like a stone thrown into a lake, instantly creating ripples.
The dozen or so soldiers around him turned in unison, all pointing the barrels of their dark rifles at the gray figure on the dirt slope.
The air was filled with the sound of metal parts rattling, the distinctive and sharp sound of a gun being cocked, a sound that sent shivers down the spine.
The homeless people queuing for food were so scared that they squatted with their heads in their hands, shaking. Some covered their children’s eyes, while others hugged their broken bowls tightly to their chests, curled up in a ball, afraid of infection.
The old man knelt down, his body trembling, and continued to say to David, “Divine Envoy, quickly raise your hands, those bullets have no eyes!”
David stood on the dirt slope, apparently not paying attention to the old man’s words. His purple eyes swept indifferently down the barrel of the gun aimed at him, his expression calm and unruffled, without the slightest sign of tension or wariness.
His figure remained motionless, his gray robes fluttering gently in the wind, the hem of his clothes billowing. The calm demeanor he exuded made it seem as if the barrel of a potentially deadly gun was just a toy in the hands of a child, completely insignificant.