Chapter 264: Ugo

The words of the lady immediately aroused the congratulations among all the onlookers. Both men and women quickly dispersed into small groups of three or two. The former splashed with so-called "data" to prove how elite and powerful the Sosbian army was. Most of these data involved the loading volume and range of a certain kind of gun, military training and morale, and the performance of fighting against hostile forces in the past few years. For most men, military-related things are very important.

Many things will attract instinctive attention and preferences. Although none of the people staying in the room have ever been on the battlefield and have personally experienced the life and death tests of blood and fire, this does not prevent them from relying on fantasy and unrealistic data to transform into senior staff and generals with strategies. And the final discussion result obtained by countless people presenting facts and reasoning - the elite of Sosby's runner-up is extremely elite, and they cannot be defeated by other forces. In other words... Bergson is lying.

In contrast, the women's reaction was much more intense. The noble lady Eska obviously has a status that ordinary people cannot match among the hundreds of "Luton" female members. Her relationship with Antonio, the leader of the Arésandro family, is not a secret within the Luton family. She is not a beauty or a handsome man, but the two have maintained a lover state that is closer than the couple for decades. It is precisely because of this that the noble lady Eska firmly believes that Antonio will never make such arrogant actions. Ferdinand

Although she was hostile to each other, she had always maintained a balance of relative power. As for the statement that the Bergson War was triggered by other forces, she did not believe it at all. The long-term living and information closure made her stubbornly believe that the world could only be composed of Sosbia and Ferdinand. As for the so-called war... all the female members of the Luton family, including her, attributed it to Bergson's conspiracy - this young and promising head of the family was forcibly collecting what should belong to her with despicable and dirty means.

Bergson sat on the chair with a wooden expression, his arms separated from left and right, and slung on the hard and smooth walnut armrests. Various chaotic and complex sounds erupted from the crowd, making the eardrums "buzz" and hurt. The sound waves that collided back and forth were like dozens of shocking heavy cannons, blasting their brains into a drowsyness. Screaming, accusing, roaring, ridicule... All the spearheads of distrust and hostility were pointed firmly at themselves.

He suddenly felt a very strange feeling--in this magnificent castle, this luxuriously decorated room, all the guys with "Luton" hanging behind the name were dirty and savage rotten wolves. They surrounded themselves in the center, ready to pounce on them at any time to tear their throats, bite and swallow fresh and sweet flesh.

These guys know nothing.

The thing they like to do most is to stay in a house belonging to their own independent spaces and use various perverted means to satisfy the deep inner self. Killing, forcing/raping, and groupings that would be punished with serious crimes in the old era. The members of the Luton family have long been tired of playing. They like fresher and more exciting games.

Throw the living person into the burrow of the hungry hyenas and let the beasts tear them away.

Buy the doctor, cut off the lower part of the girl's body, and maintain it with nutrient solution or medical petri dishes, so that it becomes a top ornamental product.

Wash a girl's whole body, tie her limbs tightly, place her limbs flat on the dining table, cut off her flesh with a red soldering iron and a knife, and taste it carefully in a strong flavored seasoning. It is said that this kind of meat slices that are freshly eaten are particularly tender and refreshing in the mouth.

The rich second generation in the old world showed off their wealth with women, luxury cars and real estate.

The measure of the wasteland world is only to be able to eat enough or not to be hungry. The members of the Luton family are indeed very rich, but the terrible severe radiation zone limits the area of ​​human activity to a narrow range. The wilderness is full of cruel and hungry mutant creatures. They cannot drive sports cars as freely as humans in the old era, and can only stay in safe, narrow castle rooms, and find all the games that can be used to kill time. In addition to gambling, the most interesting and most frequent game items are /sex/love/and abuse.

Their thinking consciousness is completely filled with the negative concept of dirty and chaotic. They don't care about anything other than their interests. If the territory was not captured and the materials could not be collected normally as usual, they would not have left the room and ran to the office to find Bergson. It is no exaggeration to say that they are just a group of parasites from Galgassoni Castle, arrogant, ignorant, and harsh, but they deliberately want to show that they are smarter and smarter than others.

They knew nothing, and their familiarity with the outside world still remained decades ago. Just like the noble lady Eska, who, except Ferdinand, knew nothing about the surrounding situation in Sosbia. Apart from the old love novels picked up from the ruins and young men who were enough to be her grandson, the rest of her spare time in life was to eat and sleep like a captive pig.

"I'm so stupid... I stayed with these guys, my IQ and thinking ability became dull. I really don't know what I was thinking... It's really his/her/mom/is an idiot----"

Looking at the countless hostile and contemptuous gazes projected from all directions, Bergson shook his head unconsciously, muttering in his slightly opened lips. Only he himself could hear the sound of his speech clearly.

Talking about the coming danger with such a group of ignorant waste... It's really stupid, it's just playing the piano for a cow. They will never understand how serious the development of things is. They will only stand by themselves and chatter loudly, yelling that a certain city belongs to them, and how much resources and money should be shared at the end of this quarter or year.

It's really strange that I'm the leader among these guys?

Even if you raise a group of pigs, it is much better than them.

If you fatten the pigs, you can eat meat. But what about them? Speaking of meat... Maybe only mobs in the wilderness who are not afraid of radiation threats will become very interested in these fat guys.

"Say what are you trying to do? Don't use those boring lies to perfunctory us. The army is lost and the city is all occupied... Do you think we are all idiots who know nothing?"

The noble lady Eska screamed, pointing her thin, white and dry hand tightly at Bergson behind the desk. The anger made her wipe her face with too much foundation, and suddenly two eye-catching blushings that stretched out from her neck. She glared at her eyes with black pencils to draw a deep thick orbital line, and used neatly trimmed nails that were so sharp that they could be used as a knife cone to point Bergson's head, and the roaring sounded a little distorted.

Bergson remained silent. He looked cold and sat motionless on the leather chair, as if a statue that had been completely fixed by magic and had become a fossil.

He lowered his head halfway, as if thinking about something. Hundreds of excited Luton members stood at the desk crowded with excitement, fingers and tongues creating a shocking decibel noise. The saliva splashed out from his mouth flew onto Bergson's face, and his body emitted a disgusting odor. But he didn't move at all, as if everyone standing in front of him seemed to have completely turned into air, transparent, ethereal, and illusory...

"Bang----"

The rough gunfire completely suppressed the chaotic and noisy voices.

Standing in front, the most voice and the toughest attitude, the whole face of the noble lady Aiska was blown up, and her face wrapped in skin and muscles turned into a bright and terrifying blood-colored flower. Almost all the parts above the neck were blown away, with only about three centimeters of spine, and several strands of nerves and ligaments pulled from the top of the skull. Dragged by the body that had completely lost control and balance, he stood silently in place for a few seconds, and slowly leaned towards the crowd of terrified faces beside him.

Slowly putting down his arm, Bergson twisted the pistol wheel that had just fired the bullet expressionlessly. The muzzle of this thick-caliber gunfire was still coming out of the mouth of the muzzle of this large-caliber gun. A scent of gunpowder filled the dull air. He raised his head and stared at the fearful and panicked crowd opposite him, his expression blankly and peaceful, as if nothing had happened. Everything was just a light poke to explode soap bubbles.

Eska's body lay across the cold tiled floor. A large ball of blood gushed out from the center of the broken neck, soaking the handmade black shawl wrapped around his body, flooding the expensive taffeta skirt. The color was so white that it was greasy, and the thin hands and feet were twitching gently unconsciously.

The office was very narrow, but the Lutons quickly gave up their seats, allowing the dead bodies to have enough space. This was not because of respect for the dead, but because of fear of being unable to face themselves, and could never exceed strength and strength.

"That's the case, I've said enough. Although Galgasone Castle is strong, it can be easily blasted away by heavy artillery and bombs. The Luton family has raised you for decades, and now... it's time to recover some interest and let you do what you should do----"

Bergson gently stroked the warm pistol, sighed and said to himself: "No wonder so many people like to use large-caliber weapons. The feeling of using bullets to explode the heads of living people... It's really good."

Standing at the desk, the old man Rauls, who was closest to him, looked pale, his pupils shrank, staring at Bergson who was close to him. His lips were slightly opened, and the slits of his lips kept changing shape in a violent trembling. Standing very close, he heard every word Bergson said clearly. He instinctively felt fear, wanted to turn around and escape, but was tightly held by the people behind him, unable to move at all.

"You... are a bunch of useless wastes----"

Two minutes later, Bergson finally opened his mouth, pointing the gun in his hand at the crowd again, his calm facial features gradually became distorted and ferocious. The sound that erupted from the depths of his throat also quickly changed from a slight and unrhythmic sneer to a hoarse and violent roar.

"Run———"

I don't know who screamed first, and the stupid Luton clan members woke up immediately. Everyone burst into shouts of fear or anger. They were like a group of frightened rabbits, swarming towards the door and rushing desperately. The order in the room was instantly shattered, and the chaos quickly expanded to those who had not entered the room, but could only gather in the corridors and stairs. They followed the frightened escapees and rushed downstairs. Although the crowd behind them were also turning around, their speed was far less than that of these people who witnessed death with their own eyes.

The people who were shooting the same tribe, who were eager to leave, had no reason at all. Their brains were filled with bloody scenes of death. The scene of the noble lady Eska's head exploded, which was deeply portrayed in the deepest memory like a slow-motion movie. They were not without witnessing death with their own eyes, and the number of women and men they abused and killed was hundreds of, but those were refugees who exchanged various supplies from the wilderness. Those guys were worthless, just toys, and although they had life, they could not be compared with the relatives they could see around them every day.

In less than thirty seconds, the whole room had completely turned into a chaotic downtown. The narrow door blocked the way for people to escape. Two Luton members, a man and a woman, were stuck at the door at the same time and could not enter and exit. The people behind who couldn't wait to leave cursed, roared, pushed, trying to pull them out of the door frame or squeeze them out. Screams and begging filled every corner of the room, accompanied by heart-wrenching screams and wails.

Looking at these relatives with the same bloodline as him, Bergson's thin face showed a cruel smile. He slowly raised his pistol, raised it, and tightened it, tightened the back of the man closest to the front and pulled the trigger heavily.

If it were the past, he would not have done such a bloody and terrifying action. Bergson did not like these dirty and perverted family members, but he did not hate them to kill them all. Compared with the power of the patriarch in his hands, letting this small group of parasites live can feel a little bit of warmth.

After all, they are all their own relatives.

However, the current situation is completely different from the past. The powerful Yinyue army advances surprisingly fast. They are well-equipped and all members are evolutionary abilities above level 5. The Sosbian army cannot exert its numerical and terrain advantages at all. Apart from death or surrender, there is no third way out.

Bergson could even foresee that once Lin Xiang captured Galgasone Castle, all the Lutons living here would be killed in a bloody and cruel massacre. The young and lucky boy was more decisive and determined than himself, and he would not be ruthless to any enemy. Even he would be useless, and his family members were full of fat hearts felt disgusted and hated, and he would not be able to spend extra food on these people.

Death is just a matter of time.

Instead of falling into the hands of others and suffering, it is better to solve the problem in advance by yourself. This is also the last thing that the clan leader does for the members of the clan.

The violent bullet spiraled into the back skull, rolling and exploding in the soft brain. The huge explosion energy blasted the entire head away, like a ripe watermelon, and splattered a pool of blood mixed with minced meat and pale slurry.

The gunshots from behind made the people surrounding the door go crazy and anxious. The pair of eyes full of fear were instantly covered with blood. The Lutons, who felt the approaching death, reached out to grab the bodies of the men and women blocking the door of the house, and tried their best to pull them back. However, because the impact speed was too fast, the two of them were so tight that it was impossible to separate the gap. They were tightly sandwiched between the door frame, and no matter how hard the people in the room tried, they could not drag it out.

"Break the wall—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

An old voice full of anger and despair sounded from the crowd——Bergson's uncle, Rauls, stood by the desk, watching his nephew raise his gun again and aim at the back of another family member.

There were at least thirty people who did not run out of the room. Bergson was very slow, and he looked for a new target with a peaceful expression. He waited slowly. The longer he waited, the more ferocious the curved smile on the corner of his mouth became.

No one wants to turn around and subdue him. Ordinary people's fear of psychics has become a mark in the subconscious that cannot use any force and thinking to induce changes. Although it is only a mere second-level reinforcement, in the eyes of the Luton tribe members who are used to enjoying it, besieging Bergson with a pair of flesh fists is simply a death sentence.

What's more, he also has an amazingly powerful large-caliber revolver in his hand.

"Don't die————"

A male tribe who was extremely angry roared and slammed at the two people who were blocking the door. The powerful force crushed the man and woman in the middle made a scream of despair, but it still couldn't make them loose at all. In a frightened state, the male tribe suddenly grabbed the thigh of the woman stuck in the center of the door frame, and used the wide and hard pelvis as the fulcrum, and turned to the side hard.

"Just use their bodies as leverage and pry the door open-----"

Humans in the desperate death realm can indeed burst out with extraordinary super wisdom. The male members roared wildly, and immediately reminded the others who were at a loss next to them. Several tall and relatively strong men rushed forward, hugging the woman's thighs and joints, and pushed the whole person hard towards the walls of the house... In this moment, the squeezed muscles and the hard door frame made a tooth-sourcing friction sound. The woman's mouth burst out with a shrill scream that was not as loud as a human voice, but were completely covered by the more violent and deafening gunfire.
Chapter completed!