I Created a Containment Object at the Start, and Became a God

44: Kill him!Hearing Wang Jin’s playful words, “just passing by,” the Scarred Guard’s face changed drastically: “Damn it! Passing by my ass!”

He fiercely pulled the trigger, and the assault rifle spewed fire—since the base was exposed, they had to silence them!

The other cultists also opened fire simultaneously, bullets raining down like a storm. The strict order they received was clear: better to kill innocent than let anyone escape, and never let the altar’s location be revealed.

But Wang Jin merely walked forward with a leisurely stroll.

Punishment Eye had already predicted all bullet trajectories: 7.62mm bullets grazed his hair, 9mm pistol bullets flew past his clothes, and even two cross-firing stray bullets collided in mid-air, sparking!

“How is this possible?!” The Scarred Guard frantically sprayed bullets, spent casings clattering to the ground, “This guy is strange.”

Wang Jin suddenly accelerated, his figure transforming into a streak of light.

When he reappeared, he was standing in front of that guard—between his right index and middle fingers, three still-spinning, scorching bullet heads were clamped.

“Your biggest mistake,” Wang Jin gently blew out the smoke from the bullet heads, “was doing something like this within my Dragon Kingdom’s borders.”

He flicked his fingers, and the three bullet heads flew back at a speed far exceeding their initial muzzle velocity, precisely piercing the brows of three cultists.

Even as their bodies fell, their fingers on the triggers still twitched reflexively.

The surviving cultists dropped their guns and knelt, terrified: “Don’t kill me! I’m just in charge of transportation!”

Wang Jin scanned the kneeling cultists begging for mercy, their distorted soul spectrums reflected in his Punishment Eye.

There were people from Southeast Asia, Eastern Europe, and North America.

“This cult really is an international brigade...” He sneered, picking up two assault rifles and clumsily racking the bolts.

Although he had never used such a thermal weapon, Punishment Eye instantly analyzed the bullet trajectories and recoil compensation formulas.

“Please! We just do things for money!” A North American man with a face full of tattoos cried out in broken Chinese.

Wang Jin didn’t hesitate, suddenly turning the muzzle and “bang” blowing his head off.

Seeing this, the other cultists scattered and fled.

Wang Jin dual-wielded the rifles, sweeping them casually, every bullet seemingly having eyes as it passed through gaps in cover—shattering kneecaps to make cultists die on their knees.

Bullets hitting spines left them paralyzed to die, and the most tragic was the white man who tried to press the alarm, pierced simultaneously through his left and right shoulders and throat by three bullets, pinned to the alarm button like a specimen.

When the gunfire ceased, the entire basement was left with only lingering gunpowder smoke and twitching corpses.

The Southeast Asian hostages huddled in a corner, watching the bloody scene in terror.

When Wang Jin’s gaze swept over them, they trembled even more—would this god of slaughter, who could catch bullets with his bare hands, silence them too?

Punishment Eye scanned the crowd, and Wang Jin suddenly raised his hand and fired several shots!

“Bang bang bang!”

Three people burdened with sin were directly executed by him; although they were victims now, thick black mist of sinEntanglement around them.

“The door is open.” Wang Jin put away his gun, pointing to the exit, “Those who don’t want to die, hurry and leave.”

The hostages looked at each other, no one daring to move.

The female university student bravely looked up, meeting Wang Jin’s dark golden pupils—there was no killing intent there, only a nearly divine indifference.

“Tha... thank you!” she suddenly shouted in Chinese, pulling the child next to her and rushing out.

As if a floodgate had opened, the other hostages also scrambled towards the exit.

The last to leave was an old man with a limp. He looked back at the shattered corpses on the ground and suddenly said to Wang Jin in stiff Chinese: “Bodhisattva... You must be a Bodhisattva...”

Wang Jin didn’t respond, merely watching them leave. When the last figure disappeared at the end of the passage, the basement’s alarm suddenly turned into a piercing hum!

“Warning! Warning!”

Wang Jin pressed the emergency button on the wall with his backhand, and the heavy iron door slammed shut, completely isolating the hostages who had just escaped from the basement.

He turned to face the dozens of armed cultists pouring out of the internal passage.

The One-Eyed Man leader’s muscles bulged, his genetically enhanced body almost tearing through his combat uniform. His sole remaining right eye swept over the corpses on the ground, finally locking onto Wang Jin: “You did this?”

Wang Jin casually spread his hands: “Is there anyone else still breathing in this room?”

“Kill him!” The One-Eyed Man didn’t hesitate, immediately giving the order, and the fanatical cultists opened fire. Assault rifles spewed fire, and a barrage of bullets instantly enveloped the entire space.

But Wang Jin moved.

Two daggers slid from his sleeves into his palms, and Punishment Eye precisely predicted the trajectory of every bullet.

The blades danced into silver light, colliding with bullets to create brilliant sparks—7.62mm bullet heads were precisely split, some were deflected and ricocheted, and even three cross-firing bullets collided and exploded in front of his chest!

“The Lord’s power... is too mighty!” Wang Jin laughed wildly in the rain of bullets.

He suddenly pushed off the ground and charged forward, dark golden patterns condensing into explosive muscle groups in his legs, his speed instantly breaking the sound barrier!

“Boom!”

The moment the sonic boom cloud exploded, Wang Jin had already rushed into the enemy ranks.

The daggers cut in strange arcs—the first cultist’s gun barrel was severed at the root, a fine line of blood appeared on the second’s throat, and the third watched helplessly as his fingers, along with the trigger, flew into the air!

Wang Jin flicked off the blood drops from his daggers, his dark golden pupils locking onto the last seven people, blood gathering into a stream at his feet.

The One-Eyed Man’s right eye contracted sharply, his genetically enhanced vision capturing the energy field swirling around Wang Jin—a characteristic possessed only by a god’s Subordinate.

He raised a hand to stop his companions who were about to bestialize, and asked in a deep voice: “Which sect are you from? Shadow Weavers? Or Tongue Court?”

“Shadow Weavers? Tongue Court?” Wang Jin scoffed, his Punishment Eye bursting with brilliant light, “Do those wastes even deserve to be compared with the great Virexos, the Myriad-Word Heart-Devourer?”

Dark golden patterns intertwined on his body, forming blasphemous runes, “Anyway, you won’t live past tonight, so why bother with idle talk.”

The One-Eyed Man’s pupils contracted sharply—he had never heard of this divine name, but the oppressive aura from a higher dimension emanating from the other party could not be faked.

“Kill him!”

Six black-robed cultists mutated simultaneously—some had their necks split into four-petaled mouthparts, some had spines piercing their skin to form bone whips, and the most terrifying one in the middle had his entire head split into a three-petaled flower-like maw!

Wang Jin advanced instead of retreating, his exoskeleton emerging, simultaneously evolving into targeted defensive forms.

His shoulder blades protruded, forming curved blade armor, barbed spurs popped out from his elbow joints, and his knees were covered with a honeycomb-shaped buffer layer.

Punishment Eye’s Future Sight halo was fully activated, 1.5 seconds of future vision allowing him to see all attack trajectories in advance!

“Puff!”

When the first bone whip struck, Wang Jin’s blade armor precisely jammed into the joint gap, and he backhanded that cultist into the wall.

The second cultist’s mouthparts sprayed corrosive liquid, but it was all blocked by the suddenly deployed honeycomb armor.

“Too slow.”

He plunged into the enemy ranks, his dagger tracing an arcane trajectory—not a straight line, but a curve that followed divine geometry.

The first black-robed cultist suddenly froze, then his body shattered into neatly cut pieces of flesh along golden cracks!

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