Ghost Constable's Might

"Th-This is my power?!"

Li Guoqiang climbed out of the pit, filthy and disheveled. He turned to stare blankly at the scene he had created—it was practically a deep crater blasted out by a bunker-busting bomb.

He had only wanted to do a tactical roll to dodge.

Bang bang bang—!

A barrage of bullets rained down on him from the helicopters circling overhead.

They were Gatling guns!

Yet as the storm of steel washed over him, Li Guoqiang felt no discomfort at all. The bullets struck his body, leaving little white marks.

Those white marks were left by the warheads. There was not a single scratch on his outer armor.

Bathed in the hail of gunfire, Li Guoqiang actually felt as refreshed as if he were getting a fish pedicure.

The only problem was that these bullet-fish seemed a little too weak. It still wasn't quite satisfying.

"My colleagues, I think we can have a serious talk now!"

Li Guoqiang looked up at the four helicopters circling in the sky and grinned. The corners of his ugly, oversized mouth curled upward as though he were about to devour someone.

Inside one of the helicopters, a possessing evil ghost with a deathly pale face, cataract-like eyes, and a look of utter resentment kept pulling the Gatling gun's trigger.

The rotating barrels fired continuously.

Yet a vacant expression appeared on the evil ghost's face.

"Come on, my flesh and blood are right here. Isn't that what you wanted?"

Li Guoqiang roared and violently swung the iron tower he had been dragging into the air with his left hand, still gripping its base.

The upper seven levels of the tower shot outward with the chains, expanding fourfold in an instant, five in length.

It was the same size as Li Guoqiang himself.

Gripping