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Volume One Chapter 196 The Weak

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    Chapter 196 The Weak

    "Bang-bang-bang-"

    The scattered bullets carried huge kinetic energy and accurately penetrated the joints on the left and right knees and shoulders of the big Peter, bursting out several hot fountains of blood.

    People living in the wasteland know how to use weapons.  They may not be as skilled as professional soldiers in operation, but it is not that difficult to pull the trigger and hit the target at close range.

    Peter screamed and fell heavily to the ground.  Upon seeing this, several other thugs hiding nearby rushed forward, but were knocked over on the spot by several shots fired by the old man waiting on the roof.  Peter's face was already a little pale, and his eyes were full of fear and despair. He looked at the handmaiden who was getting closer and closer, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva with difficulty, endured the pain caused by the gunshot wound, and pretended to be calm.  The ground yelled: "Bitch! Youyou, what the hell do you want to do?"

    The girl knelt down and smiled very strangely, revealing her white and neat teeth.  She fiddled with Peter's incapacitated legs and feet. This strange behavior made Peter feel more and more frightened. He twisted his body desperately, twisting forward softly like a snake with its muscles removed, but after all he could not escape from the other party's arms.  control.

    Her fingers were very white and delicate. Normally, Peter would have enjoyed the contact between his genitals and this kind of soft skin.  But the situation now is completely different - the military fighting knife held by the girl in her right hand is slowly pointing at the root of her penis, and stabbing it in hard Peter feels unprecedented fear, but he can only watch helplessly as the knife, which symbolizes the most important identity of a man,  The most critical evidence was cut alive from the middle of his legs. Two oval fleshy objects covered in thick blood and a large amount of mucus left his body forever.

    Screams, blood, and instantly swallowed by darkness.

    In the distance, a cannonball fired from the direction of the inner city exploded among the mob, turning into a rolling cloud wrapped in flames and rising slowly into the sky.

    The deafening roar of the motor broke the deathly silence in the wilderness.  Driven by the traction wheels that are higher than the ground, the hard steel wheels slowly roll along the metal slots, slowly spreading the thick and heavy tracks into the distance.  The heavy pressure crushed several rocks protruding from the ground, and they groaned and began to crack, making a tooth-staining sound. Between the two regular and neat tracks, there were left clusters of white powder that shattered into pieces.  clear scars.

    The thick 120 mm caliber main gun extends long and tall from the top of the bevel-shaped tank tower of the "Abrams", pointing straight towards the end of the gray horizon.

    It was once one of the most powerful mechanical weapons manufactured by humans in the old era. It was even called the "armored knight that will never go out of style" (Times Magazine). The powerful armor-piercing warhead can penetrate the body of any opponent.  The depleted uranium armor can also withstand killing objects flying from the air.  They once ran wantonly on the battlefield, looking coldly and disdainfully at anyone who dared to challenge themselves. They were even the research subjects of various countries' military agencies racking their brains to obtain systematic information But no matter what, they were just piled up with metal.  of human creation.  Without a controller, it will always be a useless piece of rusty scrap metal.

    Led by five tanks, 20 Stryker armored vehicles were responsible for the rearguard and forward reconnaissance, and there were hundreds of trucks loaded with supplies in the middle, winding along the old-era highway in the open wilderness.  Driving, breaking through the thin layer of accumulated snow, drawing curved and twisted lines like snakes in the white and cold world.

    The quantity of this batch of supplies is extremely large. In order to successfully complete the escort, Aphra dispatched a powerful combat group including 600 skeleton warriors and ten armored combat vehicles.  Regardless of the production lines or various models of vehicles, they are treasures coveted by family organizations located in mildly radiated areas.  The Skeleton Knights strictly prohibit such items from being sold to other forces.  It cannot be manufactured or purchased from the market. In order to get what you want, there are naturally endless means of robbing, killing and selling goods.

    The Skeleton Knights are indeed very powerful. They can easily bulldoze a city and completely wipe out the power of large institutions with hundreds of thousands of people.  However, they cannot extend their control tentacles to every corner of the earth.  They do not require absolute submission from the new generation of humans they created, and they rarely intervene in the grudges and disputes between family forces. They just guard the hard and thick castle tightly, just like the legendary powerful dragon with unparalleled power.  , lazily staying in his lair and guarding the treasure.

    When the convoy left the Crescent City, Lin Xiang saw Gregory's pale and thin face, not far from the city gate, full of deep hatred and resentment.

    It¡¯s rare that someone can remain calm and affectionate on the surface after being insulted.  Even if someone really doesn't care and even continues to smile at you, then theyHis state of mind must be stuck in the idiot stage, or because of lack of strength, he can only lick his wounds secretly, waiting for the moment you relax your vigilance to pounce on you and tear your throat with sharp teeth.

    ¡°Gregory did not fall into these two categories of people.  He hates Lin Xiang, but at the same time he has a passionate attachment to this handsome man that goes beyond friendship.

    I hate you!

    Sitting in the swaying carriage, the distance between Lin Xiang and Gregory was more than fifty meters away.  For some reason, he always felt that he could smell a pungent, disgusting smell of shit from this wretched and perverted man.  The source was the tip of the other person's genitals hidden in the center of his pants.

    ¡°Dirty fag¡ª¡ª¡±

    Suppressing the unhappiness and anger in his heart, Lin Xiang turned around and turned his gaze to the vast and empty wilderness ahead.

    "The Redeemer" is a very mysterious organization.  But he couldn't refuse Aphra's invitation - if he hadn't felt that he owed Claude too much and had agreed to his request, Lin Xiang would never have rashly joined such an interest group that he didn't even know basic information about.  .

    This world is no longer the Earth we know.  It is true that everyone has his or her own ideals and desires. Without the restrictions of the country or nation, everything can be done arbitrarily under the banner of "freedom."  The "Redeemers" may be righteous, but like all things, "justice" must also have "evil" as a reference. Their main enemy is undoubtedly the Skeleton Knights. As for the Red Republic Army and the "Sword of God"  ", Doctors United Association Although Aphra did not express a clear position in this regard, Lin Xiang could still hear the hostile tone.

    ??A dominant family is the enemy of the whole world?

    This kind of thing sounds really weird.  But if the corresponding points were placed on any other force, Lin Xiang unexpectedly discovered that they all seemed to have the same purpose of manipulating, controlling, and conquering each other.  Superficial cooperation is actually not enough to be regarded as a basis for eternal friendship.

    ??Control the world, conquer the earth  A clich¨¦, seen in countless comics and movie stories, considered by conspirators to be their greatest goal.  From the old days to the present, there are still people who are fascinated by it and crazy about it.

    ¡°Fuck it, I am who I am, no one can manipulate it, no one can control it. I just want to live, be free, and live with dignity¡ª¡ª¡±

    ¡­¡­

    The sun is rising slowly. In winter, it is rare to have such clear weather.  But there is still darkness and filth in the dark corners. Even if the sun shines everywhere on the earth, there will always be ugliness, blood, and darkness in those gaps that cannot be enveloped and affected by light.

    Boris leaned back on the bed frame carved from mahogany, and in the most comfortable position, stretched his two thick arms flatly to the left and right along the shoulders of the bed.  He had no clothes on, and his naked upper body bulged with strong muscles like black iron blocks. They were like a group of tightly connected rubber blocks that were assembled together and expanded into a slightly arched shape. With the support of the skeleton,  Exudes a sense of strength and fitness.

    The quilt stuffed with thick cotton fabric is very soft. Although the part below the waist is completely covered, no one would believe that those neatly arranged abdominal muscles would suddenly turn into fat and fat.  The places that the eyes cannot see can even help the mind and imagination to further develop their due abilities.  What's more, just in the center where Boris's two thighs connect to his waist and abdomen, the quilt covering it has been covered with sharp and strong protrusions from bottom to top, forming an obvious triangular slope.

    Next to her, Blanche, who was also naked, seemed to be swimming, lying on the messy sheets.  His hands were stretched out to both sides, and the torn white shirt was wrapped and torn into messy rags and thrown on the floor of the room, exposing his delicate and smooth back.  Her buttocks were slightly raised, maintaining a posture that made men dream and was most suitable for entering from behind.  However, she was obviously not using this body shape to seduce the man lying next to her. Instead, she bent her knees and barely supported her body with the help of her elbows.

    With a relaxed expression, Boris turned sideways, grabbed the black coat thrown on the chair next to him, took out a cigar stuffed in a copper sleeve from his pocket, and cut off the head of the cigar with a single swipe of his index finger.  Then he used a lighter to pop out a wisp of blue flame, ignited it, took a deep breath, and blew out two thick plumes of smoke from his nostrils.

    The fragrant and spicy smell of tobacco stimulated his nerves to return to a state of excitement.  Boris stretched out his right hand and stroked Blanche's smooth back back and forth.  His vision is very accurate. Although this woman is not that beautiful, her body can indeed release the strongest pleasure. Especially when viewed from the back, the entire torso is like a beautifully crafted hand. It is so beautiful that you can¡¯t help but feel it.  Want to admire the violin??

    Boris only likes women who are obedient in bed.  He doesn't like rape.  But Blanche made him completely change his inherent concept-this woman was as untamable as a violent female animal.  Boris spent the whole night fighting and shouting at the top of his lungs.  He cannot use his power as he wishes, and if he is not careful, he will crush or crush Blanche, who does not have any evolutionary powers, to death.  He had to carry out this rape very carefully and cautiously, adjusting all the muscles in his body and controlling the force to a very subtle level that was enough to suppress the other party but not cause any harm.

    In the face of absolute power, any stubborn resistance or refusal is unlikely to be effective.  The bedsheets soaked in the sticky fluid are proof of this.  Of course, most of that must belong to Boris.  As for the other part Although Boris is not a woman, and he has not had the alternative experience of being penetrated with a meat stick into his body, he can more or less guess that even under strong coercion, a woman's body will often  The will produces a radically different response.  As for how long this reaction can last, and whether it will further affect or even change the inherent thinking, only the person involved knows best.

    "follow me¡ª¡ª"

    Breathing out a strong puff of smoke, savoring the nicotine breath remaining in his mouth, Boris licked his dry lips, casually slid his fingers over Blanche's round shoulders, and said in a rich male voice: "Leave.  I will make your life in this city more comfortable than you are now.¡±

    Blanche still remained half-lying on the bed, with no trace of blood on her tired face.  The more than ten hours of ravage had exhausted all the energy in her body. If it weren't for the unbearable pain of her lower body being torn apart, she really wanted to close her eyes and throw herself on the bed and have a good sleep without thinking about anything.

    "If you don't want to talk about this topic now, then I can wait until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." Boris turned sideways, leaned close to her ear, and whispered thoughtfully.

    He really likes this woman, and he also understands that his rough behavior last night caused damage to Blanche.  Now, he just wants to use every possible method to make up for it and change his brutal image in Blanche's mind.

    "roll¡ª¡ª"

    Blanche¡¯s voice was as cold as ice.

    Boris could not help but frown.  He liked this woman, but that didn't mean he could let her scold her. In his memory, except for beings who were more advanced and powerful than him, this was the first time he was scolded like this by ordinary people who had no ability to resist.

    ¡°No one dares to go against my will, and you are no exception¡ª¡ª¡±

    His face darkened, and he said in a cold tone: "After you resolve the matter here, follow me. You must remember one thing at all times - you are my woman."

    Blanche turned her head and stared at him with cold eyes, as if looking at a corpse.

    This makes Boris feel very uncomfortable.  If another person had offended his dignity like this, he would have been furious and tear the other person alive into pieces of flesh.  However, Blanche was different. Although she never made a sound during the entire rape last night, every time he came into contact with those eyes full of hatred and coldness, Boris felt an unprecedented impulse, and there was something that could not be described in words.  sense of conquest.

    "I will arrange for you to become the only agent seller of "Jet" in this city. In addition to continuing to have management rights, you can also get half of the profits."

    After careful consideration, Boris decided to reconcile.  It is not easy to find a woman you like, especially there are very few women like Blanche who are not overwhelmed by force.  But then again, female members of the human race should all have something in common.  Give them enough money so that they can have more beautiful clothes and cosmetics, plus some sparkling gemstone jewelry Under the temptation of these materials that are full of absolute lethality, chaste and fierce women will also turn into lustful young women.

    "Jet?"

    Blanche¡¯s expression changed instantly and returned to normal immediately.  There was a rare sharpness and sarcasm in the eyes staring at Boris.

    ¡°Until the city lord comes back, you won¡¯t be able to sell any of your goods.¡±

    Boris opened his mouth and was about to say something, but suddenly a dazzling blazing flame was reflected outside the window.  Judging from the distance, it should be a cannonball that exploded in the distance.

    "You will not get any benefits in Hidden Moon City. If I were you, I would leave as soon as possible. If you wait until that person comes back I guarantee that you will die ugly." Blanche's tone was unusually calm.

    "Are you threatening me?" Boris's eyes became cold.

    "I'm just telling the truth.  "

    Blanche sat up straight, covered her chest tightly with the quilt, and said word by word: "Let me tell you one more thing. If you still want to stay here and fantasize about the so-called deal, I will let you understand.  What is the revenge of the weak."

    "Retaliation?"

    Boris looked at her unexpectedly and felt a little funny: "Just you?"

    "If you don't believe it, you can wait and see." The corners of Blanche's lips were slightly curved upward. This was the first time she smiled since last night.
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