The bullet struck the Asian man.

But not a single drop of blood was drawn.

His entire body was like a body made of steel.

No! It would be more accurate to say it's some kind of sturdy yet flexible rubber.

Because the bullet hit him, but only penetrated the surface of his clothes.

Then, it encountered a powerful layer of surface defense.

"Ding! Ding! Ding..."

Hunter stared in disbelief as the deformed bullets fell to the ground one by one...

"My god!"

"How...how did he do that?"

"They're not afraid of bullets?!"

"God, is he a man or the devil?!"

......

Everyone around Sheriff Hunter was terrified, and no one dared to fire another shot.

A few timid ones, their legs trembling, lowered their guns, afraid of accidentally angering the monster opposite them.

"Chief...Chief, what do we do?"

"Let's run!"

"Chief, I...I don't want to die, sob sob..."

...

Hunter's face turned from ashen to deathly pale.

His hands, gripping the gun, were trembling uncontrollably. He had just fired three bullets, and there were still bullets left in the magazine, but he no longer had the courage to pull the trigger.

"You... are you a human or a ghost?"

Hunter mustered his courage and said in a trembling voice:

“We…we, Moab, are a peaceful, tourist town, and we…we don’t participate in any political struggles.”

"Please... sir, have mercy on us!"

The term "hero" was learned from the screen by Sergeant Hunter, who was a big fan of Hong Kong kung fu movies.

In his haste, he didn't care whether the address was correct or not, and just blurted it out.

How could a police chief beg for mercy from a thug?

It completely overturned everyone's worldview.

Having just witnessed Lin Dong's miraculous performance of being invulnerable to swords and spears, these people's arrogance in carrying guns and wearing uniforms could no longer be maintained.

People are afraid of death.

When faced with supernatural phenomena that are difficult for ordinary people to understand, no one would be foolish enough to blindly risk their life.

They wear these skins simply for the sake of having three meals a day.

"Your name is... Sheriff Hunter?"

Lin Dong gently brushed aside the bullet-riddled black suit and smiled:

"You're quick-witted, but unfortunately, you tore my clothes today."

Hunter's expression changed drastically, and he was about to explain, "Sir, your clothes..."

"Too late!" Lin Dong sneered and disappeared from the spot in a flash.

"Puff, puff, puff..."

A series of sharp, throat-slitting sounds echoed through the police station.

Hunter was terrified; he could only get half of his explanation out before he could say nothing more.

He felt a chill on his neck, and pain immediately followed.

"You... glug... glug..."

In those brief two or three seconds, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of every colleague around him, and blood spurted from their necks almost simultaneously.

What incredible speed!

What a cruel method of murder!

Endless fear and sorrow enveloped Sheriff Hunter.

Clang!

The pistol hit the ground with a crisp sound.

He clutched his bleeding neck and slowly collapsed to the ground.

"Moab Police Department is finished... The great United States is doomed!"

This was the last thought he had before his mind went dark.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

......

More than twenty figures fell one after another.

Regardless of gender, everyone has an extra cut in the middle of their throat.

Lin Dong's figure reappeared.

The speed at which you moved and struck just now was incredibly fast.

So much so that the police in Moab didn't even have time to fire again.

In their terror, they didn't even manage a desperate cry for help.

That's how Lin Dong slit his throat.

......

Lin Dong sheathed his dagger, glanced at the police station littered with corpses, gave a disdainful sneer, and curled his lip.

With a swift movement, the gun on the ground was stored in his spatial storage.

He soon reappeared outside the police station.

Lin Dong opened the pickup truck door, got into the driver's seat, skillfully started the engine, and reversed...

Just before leaving, he didn't forget to put those police cars into his spatial storage as well.

Plucking feathers from a passing goose.

This is a good habit that Boss Lin developed during the last zero-yuan purchase.

Having massacred the Moab police station, he needed to find his next target as soon as possible.

In theory, a border town like this, so close to the state border, should have a National Guard stationed there.

Therefore, Lin Dong's idea was to continue driving towards the state border and find out where the National Guard was stationed.

If we don't unleash a massacre today, we'll be letting down the CIA director's deliberate plan!

......

"Lin Dong has entered Moab Town and is heading straight for the police station. The Moab Town police station is in danger."

At CIA headquarters, Chief of Intelligence Alyssa handed Garen the latest intelligence she had gathered.

Then, she briefly described the current situation in Moab:

"The permanent population of Moab is less than 6,000, to be precise, it is 5,876."

"But today is the weekend, and there are many tourists and off-road enthusiasts gathered in Moab. We conservatively estimate that there will be no fewer than 5,000 people."

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