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    Chapter 177 Children

    No one spoke, and the air in the room was extremely depressing.  There was only the heavy breathing coming from the old man's mouth and nose, and the teeth grinding together so hard that they made a "rattling" sound.

    "You shouldn't hire people from "Devil's Claw" to deal with me."

    After giving Fei Shu a deep look, Lin Xiang said calmly in his magnetic voice: "I don't like killing people, especially old, weak, women and children. But that doesn't mean I won't kill people."

    "shut up¡ª¡ª"

    Fei Shu roared angrily, his thin face completely distorted by hatred: "You killed my son, my only son¡ª¡ª"

    "That was an accident. Believe me, if he didn't have a gun in his hand or pointed the gun at me, none of this would have happened. In that case, I had no second choice." Lin Xiang said  He was not trying to explain, he just wanted the old man to know some facts before he died.

    "Ha ha ha ha¡ª¡ª"

    Fei Shu suddenly burst into nervous laughter: "So what now? You killed all my family members and destroyed the entire city. Even the innocent people who were not involved in this matter from beginning to end were all killed by you and yours."  The subordinates turned into corpses. Is this the behavior of a self-proclaimed good person?"

    Faced with this accusation, Lin Xiang did not continue to argue.  He pulled out the M500 from his waist and pointed the cold muzzle at the old man's head.

    Killing and being killed are always a cycle full of blood.  There is no way to talk about who represents justice, nor can we say who is more reasonable than the other.  In the final analysis, the dead will remain silent forever, and only those who survive can inherit everything and get everything.

    Looking at the muzzle of the gun pointed at him, Fei Shu felt that his whole body had become stiff and his breathing suddenly became rapid.  The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, and he opened his lips with difficulty. With his last dignity, he reluctantly but helplessly pleaded: "Philadelphia has been destroyed, and you will never let me go. But  Can you, can you no, I beg you, please let this child go."

    Lin Xiang's breathing gradually became longer. He turned his head and glanced at the boy held in the old man's arms.  The soft light shining in from the window reflected on that young face, showing the fear and panic of these strangers holding weapons, but the eyes that should have been clear and childlike and somewhat confused were released.  Showing unabashed hatred and resentment, he was like a young wolf showing its strong white teeth, ready to pounce on its prey at any time.

    "I have a question¡ª¡ª"

    Lin Xiang put down the arm holding the gun, looked at Fei Shu's face that was mixed with hatred and hope, and asked calmly: "At what price did you hire the killer from the "Devil's Claw" company? As far as I know,  Those people¡¯s asking prices are usually very high, and it¡¯s obviously impossible for you, a city with a population of less than 10,000, to pay enough.¡±

    Fei Shu stared intently into Lin Xiang's eyes and instinctively pushed the boy in his arms behind him. The cheeks on both sides were obviously drooping, and the loose skin dotted with sparse old man's dark spots shook involuntarily. His free left hand  , subconsciously grasping the black cloth robe hanging by his legs, twisting a group of wavy wrinkles twisting towards the center on the smooth cloth.

    "The Devil's Claw has always wanted to turn Liujin City into a dumping ground for "Jet"."

    The old man's voice was as thick as asthma, and there was a bit of forced helplessness and resentment in it: "Due to the resistance of Solomon and most of the people, the "Devil's Claw" failed to fully open the market there. There are only a few companies.  Taverns and casinos are dealing in this kind of drug. Therefore, they need to get a stable warehouse for storing goods near Liujin City, which can not only serve as a place for business communication and discussion, but also form a shelter. However, "Jet" has a certain understanding of the human body.  The damage is extremely serious and the price is extremely expensive. Almost all family organizations are using various methods to resist or remove it from their territory. The "devil's claws" can only operate these things secretly."

    "So, you will provide this city to the Devil's Claws in exchange for their help?" Lin Xiang gave the answer on behalf of the other party.

    "If someone kills your son and you don't have the strength to take revenge, in that desperate and desperate time, even if the devil asks to buy your soul, you will agree without hesitation." Fei Shu said coldly.  Look at him and say it bluntly.

    Lin Xiang nodded silently, and after a moment, he continued to ask: "Where is the warehouse of Devil's Claw? How much inventory is there?"

    Fei Shu looked at him with a very strange look, as if he was thinking or hesitating. After a long time, he frowned, stretched out his right leg, and paused hard on the hard stone floor under his feet: "  ¡­It¡¯s right down here.¡±

    Su RuruHe stood there as straight as the old man, focusing his full attention on the old man's struggling and hopeful face.  After several minutes, he pointed to the boy in the other person's arms and slowly asked: "One more question - what is this child's last name?"

    This simple sentence sounded like an extremely terrifying question to Fei Shu.  His body began to tremble involuntarily, and his withered lips stretched open for a long time, but he could not say a word.

    "My name is Fei Yao¡ª¡ª"

    The sudden childish and crisp voice broke the dull and depressing atmosphere in the room.  The boy struggled to break away from the old man's arms, stared at Lin Xiang with eyes filled with blazing fire, and roared angrily: "You killed my father and everyone I know. One day, I will  I¡¯ll kill you too¡ª¡ª¡±

    "No¡ª¡ª"

    The old Fei Shu roared loudly and sadly, dragging the boy back into his arms and hugging him tightly. At the same time, he stretched out his palms full of wrinkled skin and veins to cover the boy's mouth.

    Lin Xiang looked at them with pity, but a cold light like a blade flashed in the depths of his pupils.  He raised the pistol, put the crosshair on the forehead of the boy with a fierce look, and pulled the trigger.

    The brutal gunfire echoed in the empty room instantly, causing a deafening hollow reverberation.

    The boy who fell down had a circular bullet hole in the front of his head, but the entire back of his head was completely exploded and blown away.

    Looking at the young face in his arms filled with fear, horror, doubt and hatred, Fei Shu suddenly felt that the muscles on his face were very sore. The wrinkled skin seemed to have restricted all functions of the facial muscles. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't.  Not coming out.  The huge bullet hole in the boy's forehead was so shocking that it even gave Fei Shu some weird illusions - it seemed that the bullet holes were just decorations embedded in the surface of the skin. The boy was not dead, but just kept his eyes open.  Sleeping in an extremely weird posture.

    Turning his head suddenly, Fei Shu's sharp eyes as sharp as a blade seemed to be able to gouge out Lin Xiang's heart, while Lin Xiang's eyes were like a clear but bottomless pool, with no waves visible.  The two people just looked at each other silently, letting time pass by slowly.

    "Give me a gun, this is my last request." After a long time, Fei Shu, who had exhausted all his energy, finally let go of the body in his arms and slumped on the ground, begging miserably.

    After watching in silence for a few minutes, Lin Xiang pulled out an imitation 92F pistol from the guard next to him, strode up to Fei Shu, and gently stuffed it into his hand.  After doing all this, he took everyone, including Krasnov, and turned around and left the room.

    "boom¡ª¡ª"

    The moment the crowd just walked out of the door, thunderous gunfire suddenly sounded, spreading rapidly in the empty building, and was immediately swallowed up by the howling wind.

    ¡­¡­

    Philadelphia was left in ruins filled with rubble and corpses.

    Destroying the city also means huge and generous profits.

    Although it is only a medium-sized city by wasteland standards, Philadelphia has enough food to feed eight thousand people for half a year.  In addition, the Fei family's warehouse also stocks a considerable amount of salt, medicine, clothing, and various types of daily necessities.  In the cellar just south of the city, there are hundreds of tons of micro-radiated ice cubes that can be melted for drinking at any time.

    ¡°Take away everything of value¡ª¡ª¡±

    According to Lin Xiang¡¯s order, Philadelphia¡¯s power supply system and water purification equipment became priority shipments.  The materials collected from all corners of the city were piled up in the open area in the southwest of the city. The soldiers used various containers to sort and classify them, and then loaded them onto trucks one by one.

    As for the "Jets" that Fei Shu mentioned, they are indeed hidden in a secret warehouse beneath the city lord's office.  There are a hundred boxes made of light alloy, filled with gel syringes as blue as sea water.  Based on a single selling price of 500 Sophia currency units, the value of this batch of more than 100,000 "Jets" has exceeded 50 million.

    "Oh my god! Fifty million"

    With his fingers gently stroking the smooth surface of "Jet", Krasnov's rough lips released a moan that did not match his strong body.

    No matter in the old days or now, few people can really resist the temptation of money.  This amount of money is so huge that just thinking about it is enough to make people crazy.

    ¡°If you want to continue your current life in Hidden Moon City, it¡¯s best to stay away from these things¡ª¡ª¡±

    Lin Xiang¡¯s words were both a warning and a persuasion.  With Krasnov¡¯s IQ, it¡¯s not difficult to understand why.

    "What are you going to do with them?" Deeply"Take a few breaths, suppress the desire that may lead to death deep in his heart, and ask Krasnov, whose breathing has calmed down a little."

    "Take it back first. No matter what, the shadow of "Jet" will never be allowed to appear in Hidden Moon City. Once this thing becomes widespread, the entire city will perish." Lin Xiang's tone was full of unquestionable severity.

    Krasnov lit a cigarette and started smoking silently.  In a dull and speechless environment, the cigarette was quickly shortened by the White Russian parasite with an astonishing lung capacity. Soon, only a few centimeters of the cigarette butt was left in the fingertips.

    He threw the cigarette butt that he had smoked to the ground, crushed it several times with his military boots, and said: "The quantity of this batch of goods is really too large, and the "Devil Claw" company will never give up, and they will definitely send more powerful killers.  I worry¡­¡­"

    "Every problem has its own solution. "Devil's Claw" is no exception." Lin Xiang smiled and forcefully closed the lid of the metal box filled with "Jet".

    ¡­¡­

    No. 614, East 12th Street.

    In Hidden Moon City, this is an ordinary house number.  On the stone wall at the entrance of all citizens' residences, there is a numerical logo approved by the city management committee, carved with a chisel by specially designated personnel, and filled with eye-catching black paint.  According to the regulations: the house numbers of each household are prohibited from being daubed, blocked, or artificially damaged. Citizens who deliberately confuse the house numbers or refuse to accept the codes will have their citizenship status revoked immediately and permanently expelled from Hidden Moon City once verified.

    The dimmer and emerging sunlight carefully poked out from behind the radiant clouds, and the wild wind blew the heavy dark clouds, quickly filling every part of the sky that was exposed to sunlight.  The windows that were not completely locked were "squeaking" by the wind, and a "woo-woo" sound like a ghost came from the crack in the door.

    As evening approaches, the wild wind gradually subsides, and the swaying snowflakes slowly fall from the gray sky, quickly melting into cold water on the ground.  The temperature is very low, but it is not enough to re-condensate the snow water soaked into the soil. It can only be allowed to be absorbed by the dry soil until every particle is completely saturated with water, like a glutton that has eaten too much and cannot digest it.  The patient slumped there, helplessly watching more and more snowflakes falling from the sky and melting, turning the ground into soft, pulpy mud.

    A thin young woman wrapped in thick felt cloth walked slowly from the end of the street.  Her hands were tightly clasped in front of her chest, as if she was holding something, and she was staggering forward on the water-filled ground with difficulty.  On her feet she wore a pair of shoes made of wood. The cold mud quickly soaked through the low shoe uppers and covered the tops of her feet. In order to prevent the rag skirt around her lower body from getting soaked, she could only lift up the skirt corners and put it on her feet.  While the legs and feet were experiencing the stimulation of the ice water, they also had to endure the cold wind blowing in from under the skirt, taking away the last bit of precious precious heat from the body.

    A tattered scarf was wrapped around her hair and neck, revealing a face that was not beautiful and could only be described as ordinary, with even slightly rough skin.

    The distance from the street entrance was not long, but she walked for nearly half an hour.  She finally stopped in front of the door of residence No. 614.

    This is a stone building whose appearance is not much different from other houses.  It is divided into upper and lower floors. The lower floor is slightly wider than the upper floor. From a distance, it looks like two squares of different sizes stacked on top of each other.

    "No. 614yes, that's right here."

    The woman hissed at the cold air, stretched out her almost frozen hands, and gently groped on the rough stone door number.  She quickly identified a red "X" pattern carved directly in front of the number. She calmed down, walked to the door, and tapped lightly with her fingers.

    "Please come in¡ª¡ª" A rich male voice came from the other end of the door.

    When you open the door, you can immediately feel the warmth coming to your face.  This extremely comfortable feeling made the woman give up some of her worries and walked into the room instinctively. She saw a middle-aged man in a black coat sitting at the desk, squinting and looking at her with a gentle smile.  .

    "It's really cold here. Come and warm yourself up by the fire first!" Sensing the woman's embarrassment, the man came over from behind the table, reached out and closed the door, completely shutting out the whistling cold wind, and then turned sideways  He made a "please" gesture and led the woman to the burning fireplace, which was releasing light and warmth.

    "Thank you, thank you"

    The woman leaned forward uneasily, and slowly sat down on a wooden bench next to the fireplace. She took off the torn scarf covered with snowflakes from her head, rubbed her cold hands vigorously, and breathed,  Then he covered his cheeks, which were red with cold, with his slightly warmed palms, and rubbed them back and forth.

    "Take off your shoes and let them dry. It's easy to immerse your feet in water in this weather."??cold.  "The man looked at the mud that kept pouring out of the woman's wooden shoes and reminded him kindly.

    This suggestion was so considerate that the woman, who was shivering from the cold, couldn't help but raise her head and look at the gentle man with grateful eyes.

    He is not tall, but very strong. A soft white shirt is exposed from the collar of his black coat. His hair is meticulously combed back. The beard on his lips and cheeks is very cleanly shaved. His gray eyes are full of wisdom.  In the words of the old days, this should be a polite gentleman, not a rough man like a drunkard or a gambler who hangs around the streets all day long.

    "Thanks¡ª¡ª"

    This is the second time a woman has said thank you.  Compared with the formulaic tone the first time, she now felt that the word really came from the heart.

    "Umyou, oh no, you, are you a doctor?" The woman who noticed her slip of the tongue quickly changed the other person's title to an honorific.  At the same time, he secretly stared at the man with anxious eyes.

    "You went to the right door, I'm a doctor." The man smiled heartily, walked back to the desk and sat down.

    "How should I call you?" The woman who had warmed up spoke much more fluently, and the smile on her face became softer.

    "Call me Randwalk!" The man said his name without hesitation, and then asked: "Is there anything you need my help with?"

    After a slight hesitation, the woman stood up from the wooden stool and pulled away the felt cloth wrapped around her body, revealing an apron made of fabrics of various colors sewn together.  She turned around and slowly unbuttoned her chest. With a bit of shyness, she pulled her left arm out of the tight cuff of her clothes, then carefully tied up her half-open clothes and wrapped them around her chest.  Then he slowly turned around and walked up to Randwalk, who kept smiling.
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