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- Chapter 95: Killing
A brave man dares to face any powerful opponent, but he can never escape the cold gun fired from the dark.
This seems to be an unchanging law in human history. Those great people with illustrious titles, titles, and momentary brilliance eventually fell to despicable and despicable conspiracies. They can easily crush those ant-like guys, but they can't escape the trap set for themselves.
Lin Xiang¡¯s current situation is exactly like this.
He can kill extremely powerful parasites, but he has to accept the reality of being threatenedat least, that's what it seems on the surface.
¡°There is an explosive device in the barrel, and there is no need for any complicated procedures to release the contents.¡±
Kornilov took out a small black box from his large sleeve robe, with only a red button on it. He said calmly: "I don't want to see you react too violently. We just want to own this wilderness together."
"This is just a necessary guarantee to maintain the balance of each other's strength. We can actually become friends." Si Chev's face was full of cautious and kind smile.
"If you don't want the rest of the crop fields to continue to be destroyed, you should show enough sincerity to provide us with a batch of food. In addition, as compensation for today's rude and arrogant attitude, leave this car. Young people should exercise more , Walking home is very good for your physical development." Pantelai, with a sarcastic face, laughed so hard that his whole body was shaking.
The unbridled laughter infected the guards nearby who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, and this morbid thinking was then spread to more bystanders. The crowd of refugees erupted into shouts of excitement or joy, and countless malicious eyes focused on Lin Xiang and Wang Biao again.
His eyes as pure as water quickly swept across all the people in his sight. The black eyes and straight eyebrows formed a beautiful smile on Lin Xiang's face.
The muscles all over his body suddenly bulged, and his body suddenly jumped out at a weird angle. Under the gaze of countless eyes, his movements suddenly accelerated to a level that was difficult to detect with the naked eye. The distance of several meters flashed by, and he rushed in front of Kornilov like a ghost. The detonation controller that he held tightly in his palm suddenly became a plaything between his fingers.
The shocked refugees were about to react, but Lin Xiang's figure blurred and disappeared from the place again. Pantelai's eyes widened, and he subconsciously wanted to stand up and reach out to touch the pistol on his waist. However, he was horrified to find that his body was being controlled by a pinching force from his neck, and he was being forced from the ground. Pick it up. Just when he was twisting his body desperately, trying to break free, a huge fist struck from the front, occupying all his sight.
"Bang¡ª¡ª"
The violent impact force smashed Pantelai's head into pieces, and the whole head exploded into a ball of blood mist, which was then blown out by the invisible strong wind. Fine meat residue and blood splashed on Kornilov next to him. On his body, the clean cloth robe was dyed dark red.
The headless body was still held in Lin Xiang's palm, and the hanging limbs were twisted into extremely weird angles under the traction of the remaining nerves. The area near the joints was even twitching rhythmically.
Looking at the other two elders, whose eyes were wide-eyed and full of fear, a cruel smile appeared on Lin Xiang's beautiful lips. He stretched out his arms and exerted force suddenly. In front of everyone, he grasped the left and right shoulders of the corpse with his ten fingers and pulled hard, tearing the complete humanoid body into two halves.
Kornilov stared at Lin Xiang, who was covered in blood, dumbfounded. His heart almost stopped beating, his throat was as dry as a desert, and breathing became an extremely luxurious thing.
He finally understood that his so-called bargaining chips and advantages were nothing more than toys in the eyes of the other party. This young man was different from any refugee camp leader he had ever encountered. What he possesses is not only the necessary viciousness, viciousness, and cruelty, but also a power that is so powerful that he cannot imagine it.
I don¡¯t know who screamed hysterically, breaking the suffocating dullness. This seems to be a signal that completely releases the fear locked in people's hearts. The armed guard standing at the front subconsciously clenched the gun in his hand, but he had no courage to pull the trigger and fire the bullet. The timid woman's face turned pale, and she stumbled back again and again. She tripped over several pots and dishes placed on the ground and suffered a bloody head injury. Mixed with this were panicked shouts, the sound of objects colliding and shattering, and the vibrations of footsteps running back and forth The Arteski camp fell into chaos.
"I don't like the feeling of being threatened." Lin Xiang lowered his head and looked meaningfully at the trembling elder from a top-down perspective.
"You, do you want to kill us?" Si ?The husband's face was horribly white. Like Kornilov, who had just had an epiphany, Pantelai's death brought him more than just fear and shock. He finally learned to change each other's identities and status and talk in a completely new way.
"How much nuclear waste do you still have on hand?" Unexpectedly, Lin Xiang once again did not give the answer as requested. Smiling, he put the two halves of the corpse in his hands directly into the arms of him and Kornilov next to him.
"No, no more. Thatthat's the only bucket." The trembling Steve shook his head blankly and subconsciously reached out to touch the warm body, but he caught a soft and slippery piece. intestines.
Lin Xiang looked at him coldly and then turned to Wang Biao. The latter nodded knowingly and jumped up from the thick felt. His left and right hands kept holding each other, and the joints throughout his body crackled. He demonstratively twisted the large muscles with bulging veins on his shoulders, rushed into the crowd of onlookers like a hungry lion looking for food, grabbed the two men by their collars, and threw them heavily into the tent.
Kornilov's breathing suddenly became rapid - he knew the two men who were thrown in. One was Pantelai's son who had just been beaten to death and half of his body was still in his arms. The other one is the son-in-law of Elder Shifu.
People kept screaming and being thrown into the tent. There are men, women, and children. They all have more or less kinship with the three elders and are absolute rulers in the Alteski camp.
It is not difficult to distinguish these people from ordinary refugees. Their clothes are clean and complete. Compared with the refugees with sallow complexions and skinny muscles, their skin color is obviously much healthier, and their bodies are stronger. They can even be said to be obese.
Everyone was lying on the ground with their bodies curled up. Wang Biao is very powerful and has very good control skills. When these people were thrown in, their waists, legs and other joints had already suffered violent blows from fists. Not to mention running away, it was difficult to even stand up straight.
Lin Xiang walked slowly past the elders and the captured people, carefully examining all the details of each person with indifferent eyes. He walked back and forth twice before turning around, facing Kornilov, who had cold hands and feet, and asked seriously: "How much nuclear waste do you still have on hand?"
Thin beads of sweat seeped out from Kornilov's wrinkled forehead and fell smoothly along the lines like tree roots. He felt that all the strength in his body was drained, and he was unable to react at all. He could only open his mouth like an asthmatic and shake his head in despair.
In response to this silent answer, Lin Xiang glanced at him noncommittally, walked up to the oldest woman, pulled out the M500 from his waist, and put the barrel of the gun with an astonishing caliber close to the depths of her brown-red messy hair. , with a clearly palpable rhythm of trembling and fear, he pulled the trigger hard.
"Boom¡ª¡ª"
The dull and rough gunfire drowned out the screams of the surrounding crowd. The body that had completely lost its vitality under the muzzle of the gun leaned forward and fell heavily to the ground. Although they did not clearly see the bloody scene of the warhead emerging from the front of the head, everyone could imagine how terrifying it was.
"Where are the other nuclear wastes?" Lin Xiang spread the five fingers of his left hand, grasped the hair of a middle-aged man who was half kneeling on the ground, lifted the painful man in front of him, and asked in a low voice.
"Please, let my son go. Please -" Steve seemed to be going crazy, rolling over and crawling over the thick felt, begging hard.
¡°This is not the answer I need¡ª¡ª¡±
Deafening gunshots and cold voices sounded at the same time. The middle-aged man, with half of his head blown off, fell to the ground like a heavy sandbag.
¡°You, you devil¡ª¡ª¡± Steve, whose eyes were red, cried hysterically, shaking the man¡¯s body desperately. But no matter how much he shouted, there would be no response.
¡°When you take out that bucket, you should consider the consequences.¡±
Lin Xiang stretched out his slender fingers, picked up half of the eyeball stuck on his sleeve, and pushed it far away. He grabbed another woman who was so frightened that she was incontinent and pointed the gun at her face, which was as white as paper: "Where are the other nuclear wastes?"
No one said an answer. Sichev and Kornilov were already dying. Although the refugees watching around them were a little scared, their eyes were full of excitement and curiosity at the same time.
¡°Boom¡ª¡ª¡±, a rough and wild gunshot.
Lin Xiang¡¯s left hand was covered in a mixture of red and white paste, which was sticky and very uncomfortable. He rubbed the next man's back, grabbed his neck and lifted him up, continuing the same question.
Silence, gunfire.
?? Gunshots, silence.
He put bullets into the runner twice and lay down on the ground.??Fifteen corpses in total.
"Click", Lin Xiang flicked his wrist, flipped the heated wheel out of the gun body, emptied the cartridge case, took out five heavy brass bullets from his pocket, and pressed them sequentially into the empty bullet slots. A boy of about ten years old was pulled out from among the remaining three children, and like before, he pointed the thick gun muzzle at his head.
"No¡ª¡ª"
I don¡¯t know where he got the strength from. Kornilov¡¯s will was completely broken, and he rolled and crawled to Lin Xiang¡¯s feet. He hit the ground with his forehead, crying and begging: ¡°Please, please.¡± Please let him go! This is my only grandson. You have killed all my sons and daughters. Please, please spare this child's life! If you feel that you have not killed enough, use my life to appease you. Terrible anger¡ª"
At this moment, Kornilov had already given up on the so-called dignity. He could only express his wishes incoherently like a dog. If it were possible to turn back time, he would rather he had never set foot in this terrible wilderness. Compared with this young man who was colder than the devil, his so-called reliance and confidence were simply a joke. Kornilov has already seen that if he doesn't get a reasonable enough answer, Lin Xiang will not hesitate to kill everyone here.
Perhaps moved by the desperate expression on his face, Lin Xiang slowly let go of his hand, moved the cold barrel of the gun away from the boy's head, turned around and pressed it against Kornilov's forehead. Sen Leng's tone did not change at all: "Where is the rest of the nuclear waste?"
"No more, really no more. This is the only barrel. I swear to God, to all the gods you can believe in-"
The old man¡¯s face was covered with the blood of his relatives, and the surface of his clothes, which were shaking as his body was shaking, was covered with dark red slime. He raised his head with a dull expression, a few strands of silver hair swaying desolately from side to side in the warming breeze.
Lin Xiang looked at him indifferently, shook his head inexplicably, and pulled the trigger hard.
Sitting next to him, Sifu stared blankly at this scene. He felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head, drowning all the anger and hallucinations, and extinguishing the faint hope deep in his heart.
The hot muzzle of the gun, exuding a strong smell of gunpowder smoke, touched his head from the side.
"Why, why do you want to kill him? He didn't lie, that was indeed the only scrap. The only, the only -" Si Chefu looked at Lin Xiang whose expression did not change at all in disbelief. His bloodshot eyes revealed a look of helpless sadness but full of questions.
Lin Xiang¡¯s handsome face was as cold as ice, and his eyes showed no fluctuation. Maybe you feel that you need to clear up the other person¡¯s doubts! He knelt down, leaned close to Steve's ear, and sighed in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Of course I know he didn't lie. A person who can exchange his life will never care about any so-called secrets." .¡±
"Then, why are you still"
"Because he must die¡ª¡ª"
A soft voice full of magnetism interrupted Shiv's last question: "Only when all the rulers are dead, will a new class of power be created. You should understand this truth. I didn't want to do this, as you said "We can actually be friends". This wilderness is huge, and I very much welcome another friendly and gentle neighbor. It is you who have blocked all the roads. I gave you a chance to negotiate, but you They smashed the negotiation table with nuclear waste representing death Haha! Who can blame this?"
Steve's face turned pale in an instant. Regret, despair, anger, desire countless thoughts flashed through his mind. At the same time, he also clearly heard the sound of the bullet rushing out of the gun barrel, tearing his scalp, penetrating his skull, and drilling into his head
The wind blows across the green wilderness. It added a strong smell of blood to the sizzling heat.
The refugees stood around the tent and watched this scene quietly.
¡°These people who have become corpses were once the objects of great envy and worship by the refugees.
They have the best food and clothes, and can freely enjoy their hard-earned harvest, play with their wives and daughters, and insult their dignity. But now, they were just corpses, piles of rotten flesh without heads.
What will be our fate next?
After scanning his surroundings, Lin Xiang turned around and strode towards the direction of the off-road vehicle. All the refugees took a few steps aside to make way for him.
Just as he opened the door and jumped into the cab. Wang Biao also quickly chased after him, picked up a loaded assault rifle from the carriage, and pouted at the three children who were still standing in the tent: "What should they do?"
?Lin Xiang's black eyes first flashed with a hint of instinctive pity, and then were quickly taken over by reason and coldness. He turned the key hard, and with the deafening roar of the engine, he said word by word: "Cut the grassto get rid of the roots."
That is the source of hatred and cannot be left behind.
The sun has risen very high.
The moisture on the ground was completely evaporated, and the bright red blood seeped into the sand and stones, leaving behind clusters of purple-black dry hard mud. Flies and mosquitoes with a keen sense of smell crawled out early from the dark corners of the night, hovering salivatingly over the piled corpses, forming small groups that emitted a "buzzing" sound.
The dust raised by the off-road vehicle has long since subsided. Following the orders and instructions of the scar-faced man, the refugees began to clean up the messy debris and dead bodies. The cruelty and bloodshed have already shocked everyone here. In the eyes of the refugees, Wang Biao, who is covered in explosive muscles and is stronger than a violent bear, especially the scar that runs through his face, making his overall appearance look extremely ferocious, is actually more terrifying than Lin Xiang.
When the next batch of Hidden Moon residents arrive in trucks, this place will become the first vassal camp to protect the town.
Matryana cowered and hid behind a pile of debris covered with felt cloth. The deep wrinkles on his face were as deep as knife carvings, and curved together to form a proud smile like a cunning fox.
"Hehehehehe! Steve is dead, and so is Kornilov. Pantelai, you old bastard, when you whipped me with a whip, didn't you think that you would have such a day, did you? Jie Jie Jie Jie, That handsome young boy is indeed ruthless. But that's not enough. Why not kill all the people here? I will let you understand what real revenge is, and the fun has just begun. I will let everyone who has fucked my ass People, pay for your actions. And of course, that beautiful ewe that should be mine¡ª" - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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