Chapter 127: Shocked

The so-called "deal" between Gliffiz and Impression Town is to put it bluntly betrayal. Bergson can accept limited corruption, bribery, and embezzle, but cannot tolerate rebels appearing in the family and company. Therefore, he must kill Gliffiz, make the head of this human-shaped fat pig into a specimen, and hang high in the most conspicuous position in the middle of the hall of Galgassoni Castle. Warn, shock, and threaten those guys who have different intentions and are ready to rebel or have already rebel.

The strong opposition from almost all members of the family council made Bergson, inadvertently, had to reassess the value and role of Gliffiz. If he could not be killed, at least he would imprison this guy in Galgassoni Castle forever. He would die of old age and sleep.

A person who has the ability to let all family members work together to protect, and is an outsider, a person without Luton, was frightened to think about it. If this situation was allowed to continue, would his position as the head of the family be as firm and stable as before?

He had considered what consequences would a forceful disposal of Gliffiz cause within the family, and he also thought about what kind of ending this series of actions would lead to. However, among all the forces and anticipated, the unstable factor of Yinyue Town was not added to all the unstable factors. It was not that Bergson was secretly secret, but that a group of refugees who occupied the sweet water land was not enough to be associated with his handling of the emergency of the regional manager.

Until now, he still has the same stubborn idea.

The gunshots and screams from the downstairs continued, accompanied by the shock waves of the explosion, the flames that rose into the air reflected a thrilling light on the surface of the window glass. Bergson, with a sinister expression, stared blankly at the closed door. The expressionless face covered his heart that was almost about to break through his throat.

It had been ten minutes since the last time the personal servant came in to report. If the chaos ended, someone would soon come in to report the progress of the situation again. On the contrary, the attackers who had the upper hand, to be precise, were the damn mobs of Yinyue Town, who would also appear before them.

The family guards in the castle will fight back at all costs, and the parasites hired for a lot of money will also stand on their own employer's side. They are good at fighting, and the extra commands are not only redundant, but also cannot play any role.

Since someone always needs to open the closed door, then stay here quietly and wait for the ending.

Standing on the spiral staircase leading to the second floor, Lin Xiang looked at Yang Hua standing in front of him with extremely complicated and surprised eyes.

He was very tall, a simple burlap casual dress that just wrapped his strong body just right. Although his arms stretched out from his high-rolled sleeves did not have the strong muscles that were as strong as the Europeans, they had the strength and flexibility that were unique to Asians. His straight shoulders and calm and bright eyes showed the alertness of a cat ready to eat at any time. His tightly pursed lips further aggravated the potential majesty. In short, he was no longer the middle-aged man who was kicked to the ground and was trampled on with dirty soles. If anyone dared to use the same method on him or his closest person, he must be prepared to bear the arrival of violent anger.

"You... actually broke through?"

Although the subjective concept is really difficult to accept everything the eyes see, reason has forced Lin Xiang to admit the fact that is in front of him - Yang Hua's indeed broke through the limit of two-star parasites and evolved into a powerful three-star parasite. The expanded cells and mutated parasite viruses desperately release a strong biological aura to the outside. It seems that he is clamoring and roaring in this dark and chaotic world, and expressing his existence in the most direct way.

From the old era to the present, it is the first time that Lin Xiang has witnessed the entire process of parasite natural evolution with his own eyes. Unlike his evolutionary method that relies entirely on external blood for "replenishment", Yang Hua's changes directly come from the ontology. There is no external dependence, no stimulation from drugs, and no auxiliary medium. Just like the fruits born on trees, from youth to maturity, everything is so natural, naturally without any obstacles.

This change happened in front of Lin Xiang, and the process was no more than five minutes. There was no earth-shaking momentum when the treasure was born, nor did there be the excitement that was so nervous that Superman saved the world in the old era movies. If it had to be described as a certain scene, it was like two people going up the stairs one by one. At the moment, one person was tired of walking, standing on the steps to breathe and rest, looking back naturally, suddenly found that there were a few wrinkles on his familiar follower's face, or a piece of hair white. Surprised, unexpected, shocked, but silent, ordinary.

"How do you feel?" Lin Xiang asked seriously after sighing with an incredible emotion on his face.

"...It's very good. How can I say it, it feels...it's like my body is expanding." After a long time of condensation, Yang Hua clenched his fists vigorously, nodded slowly and calmly.

It is impossible to produce mutations for no reason. What is the cause of cell mutation in a short period of time?

Following the mottled and half-wet blood on the stairs, Lin Xiang's eyes slowly landed on the surface of several corpses lying on the ground, which were slightly cold. Furious and barbaric killing, bloody and cruel fighting... Perhaps, this is the answer?

The hall still heard occasional screams and special sounds of bullets piercing through the muscles, and the rapid steps and collisions of the body falling and sliding on the ground were mixed with each other. As the corpses increased one after another, the number of living people also decreased.

The lucky surviving guests shrank and hid in all possible corners where they might be hiding. The Belarusian mercenaries who chose to surrender searched them one by one like hide and seek. With the thought of being dominated by a strong desire to survive, they grinned and cut off their throats with a dagger and cut off their heads. They used several pairs of long stockings that were taken off the woman's thighs and reached into the wide open mouth of the dead, and then came out of the broken throat, like a string of balls stuffed into the net pocket, slowly dragging them on the marble floor covered with plasma minced meat.

Through the wide green space in front of the castle, dull gunfire sounds from time to time in the hills and dense forests opposite. These large-caliber sniper rifles, obviously controlled by advanced evolutionary abilities, are accurate and fierce. Every time they are fired, the towers and guard posts of Galgassoni Castle will always be heart-wrenching screams, or collisions with their bodies falling from a high place to the ground. Unidentified attackers seem to be very clear about the defense arrangement of the castle. Judging from the rhythm and direction of the gunfire, their number is no more than fifty, but they suppress the hundreds of elite guards of the Luton family in the narrow corner of the castle and cannot move.

These people are extremely well-equipped. They rely on each other and support each other, but do not make any moves like attacking the castle. They did not fire heavy weapons, did not advance step by step along the ground, nor did they launch shelling to destroy buildings. They just lurk in the darkness that cannot be observed by the naked eye, and with the help of the cover of night, they pulled the trigger hard to every shaking figure in the castle. Even pet dogs or wildebeests trapped on the shaft of the car were not spared. Just like a group of ghosts emerging from the ground, their only purpose was to kill all the lives in Galgassoni Castle.

Only powerful high-level psychics can stop them. The captain of the guard who was so angry that he was on fire sent more than 60 level 3 or above to counterattack the opposite hills. These agile elite soldiers are good at fighting and have outstanding frontal combat power. Relying on agile movements and powerful physical explosive power, they are enough to break through any position in a short period of time.

Not everyone can become mercenaries. In particular, members of the Luton family's guards must not only have strong strength, but also have rich combat experience. In this radiation-filled world, there is only one way to be able to meet the above conditions - kill more opponents. Using other people's blood will become a necessary factor in increasing your own value.

Except for a few unlucky guys who were hit by bullets and died on the spot, most of the assaulters quietly approached the target along the ridge. Through the tactical telescope, looking at the last assault soldier who disappeared from sight, the guard captain finally showed a smile of relief on his anxious face.

He believed in the strength of his soldiers. Evolutionary people were originally strong men who surpassed ordinary humans. Only large companies like Sosbia with strong financial resources could hire and form an army of more than 100. Although most members only have first- and second-level primary abilities, they were enough to destroy a heavily guarded city.

As for those who rely on potions to gain power, they can only become supporting roles of evolutionary people. Their abilities are forcibly fixed, and they will never naturally increase their strength level. Unless... they can get medicines with stronger power and better promotion effects. However, it seems unlikely that such things will be achieved. The strongest potion developed by the Joint Doctors Association is only level five, and its effects are between level two and third evolving people. Not only is this expensive, but the efficacy of the medicine is also extremely unstable, and side effects such as physiological disorders or accelerated cell aging may occur at any time.

A most common first-level reinforcement potion, coupled with appropriate training, can create a qualified sniper. But wars can never be won by snipers alone. When the opponent has speed, strength, and reaction ability far exceeds that of the gun controller, the undead hovering on the battlefield will always be the latter.

Ten minutes passed, and there was still no movement on the opposite hill.

A dense cold sweat suddenly appeared on the forehead of the captain of the guard. This was abnormal. Even if the slightest attack was made, there would definitely be noises such as the deceased screams or gunshots. The commando he sent had entered the opponent's garrison line, silent, deadly, and even without insects and birds... What does this mean?

Could it be that all the people sent out... are dead?

Is this possible? Those are dozens of powerful third-level evolutionists, not ordinary soldiers. If this is the case, then... those opponents hidden in the hills must have at least a seventh-level evolution or even higher superpower level, so that they can easily kill all the soldiers without any resistance.

Level 7?

The captain of the guard himself has the ability to evolve at level 8. Judging from the opponent's gunfire and location, there are at least 40 or 50 people. So many high-level psychics gathered outside the Galgassoni Castle... What exactly do they want to do?

"Bang--"

With a dull and rough gunshot sound coming from a distance, the captain of the guard, whose face changed drastically, suddenly became soft and fell to the ground with a plop. He let out a continuous scream. Driven by the last trace of consciousness in his mind, his fingers trembled in the direction of the source of pain, and poked a fatal wound as thick as a bowl diagonally below his left chest.

On the hill more than 1,500 meters away, Wang Biao, who was burly, moved his majestic head like a lion from the aiming camera of a ssg3000. He quickly retreated from the empty shell and quickly loaded into the new bullet.

Walking along the rotating stairs to the top floor, looking at the bottom of the cylindrical spiral from the center of the wooden floor and the metal handrail with beautiful patterns, you can clearly feel the strong bloody floating in the hall. The special architectural structure makes the airflow naturally rise here. Even the faint sound and breath can be clearly heard and smelled at the top of the spiral in the center of the tower.

In the middle of the corridor leading to Bergson's room, a tough man with a height of more than two meters stood. He was wearing a brown-gray leather jacket decorated with silver nails, his bare chest and the surface of his arms with developed muscles, covered with various hideous tattoos. Especially at the top of the thick left arm, he was tattooed with a giant black hand with a strange shape that looked like a legendary demon.

From him, a unique aura of two-star parasitics was emitted.

He stared at Yang Hua who was standing behind Lin Xiang with fear for a long time, walked slowly over, raised his empty hands, expressed that he was not hostile, and shrugged: "Hi! I heard the conversation between you and Krasnov, the coward who took the initiative to surrender... Hehehehe! If possible, I want to stand on your side too."

As he said that, he took the initiative to stretch out his right hand.

Lin Xiang did not answer. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, not without sarcasm. Yang Hua took his agile steps and flew to the man. Although he did not show his weapons and pose for offensive posture, his cold eyes and tense expression had proved this accurately.

“…I said, I don’t want to fight, can I have a good talk?”

The man with awkward expression retracted his hand hanging in the air and smiled unnaturally. A trace of a slightly ferocious coldness flashed deep in his eyes, and quickly returned to his original appearance of anxiety. He said with great sincerity: "My surname is not Luton, I can accept your employment, just like Krasnov, I can..."

"What's your name?" Lin Xiang interrupted him without hesitation and went straight to the core of the problem.

"My name is Bill."

The man showed a relieved smile on his strong face, and the words he said added more compliments: "Hehehehe! It can be seen that you are a person with status. I like to deal with straightforward people. As long as you have enough money, everything is easy to negotiate."

"Bill?"

Lin Xiang repeated the name. Looking at the other party's bent eyeliner, he asked seriously: "Tell me, how much did Gliffitz spend to buy Locke's life back from you?"

"Glifiz?" The man named Bill was obviously a little surprised. The name was very strange to him.

"Tip: Sosbia's regional manager in Emma City is a very fat guy. He should have been caught by you and handed it to Bergson." Lin Xiang said with a smile.

Bill's eyes suddenly twitched, and the smile hanging on his face froze in an instant, and his face quickly became ferocious due to fear and panic. He couldn't help but chill, and his right hand instinctively stumbled towards the dagger handle that was tied to the back. But with the last glimmer of hope in his mouth, he said in an urgent and threatening tone: "That's what Sosbia entrusts me to do. You should understand that whoever pays, I will help you do things. If the price you give is high enough, I will also help you kill all the people named Luton."

Lin Xiang looked at him quietly, without contempt, without sarcasm, without admitting or promise. After a long time, he shook his head gently: "If you did not injure Locke or charge Gliffiz's money, I can indeed satisfy your wish. This world is full of cruelty and indifference, and also full of all kinds of possibilities that seem unfulfilled. However, there is only one thing that does not exist."

"What?" Bill asked subconsciously.

"In this world, there is no if-"

In an instant, Lin Xiang's voice suddenly became deep and cold: "Yang Hua, kill him-"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Hua, who was waiting beside him, had already jumped into Bill like a ghost, and took out a fighting knife to flirt with him.

"Bang--"

Bill drew the sword at the fastest he could achieve, and the powerful collision force formed a powerful aura between the two. In his incredible eyes, Yang Hua, with a gloomy face, suddenly lowered his body, and Bill's ribs instantly added a terrifying wound dozens of centimeters to his limbs. The severe pain and powerful pressure forced him to stagger back, but he still roared in despair: "Don't kill me, I can help you-I don't want money-"

"If you hurt my friend, you have to pay the price!"
Chapter completed!