Chapter 95: The ultimate kill

The brave dares to face any powerful opponent, but they can never avoid the cold gun shot from the dark.

This seems to be the long-lasting law of human history. Great figures with prominent titles, titles, and glorious moments are ultimately under despicable conspiracy. They can easily crush those ants-like guys, but they cannot escape the traps set against themselves.

This is exactly what Lin Xiang is doing now.

He can kill an extremely powerful parasite, but he has to accept the reality of being threatened...at least, it seems to be the case on the surface.

"There are explosive devices in the barrel that releases the things inside without any complicated procedures."

Kornilov took out a small black box from his wide sleeve with only a red button on it. He said lightly: "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." Schev's face was full of cautious and kind smile.

"If you don't want the rest of the crops 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 behind. Young people should exercise more, and walking home is very good for your physical development." Pan Telai, who was sarcastic, smiled so hard that his whole body was trembling.

The unscrupulous laughter infected the guards who were facing a great enemy, and this pathological thinking spread to more bystanders. There were bursts of screams of excitement or joy in the refugees, and countless malicious eyes were re-betted on Lin Xiang and Wang Biao.

The pure eyes quickly swept across everyone in their eyes. The black eyes and straight eyebrows formed a beautiful smile on Lin Xiang's face.

His muscles suddenly bulged and his body suddenly jumped out at a strange angle. With countless eyes, his movements suddenly accelerated to a point that was difficult for the naked eye to catch. A few meters of distance flashed past, and rushed to Kornilov like a ghost, and the detonation controller that pinched the other party tightly in his palm instantly turned into a toy between his fingers.

The extremely shocked refugees were about to react, but Lin Xiang's figure blurred and disappeared from the spot again. Pan Tailai, who had wide eyes, subconsciously wanted to stand up and reach out to touch the pistol on his waist, but was extremely frightened to find that his body was being controlled by a force from his neck, and was lifted up from the ground. Just as he twisted his body desperately and wanted to break free from it, a huge fist that attacked from the front occupied all his sight.

"Bang--"

The violent impact force smashed Pan Tailai's head to pieces, and his entire head burst into a ball of blood mist, and then it was blown out by the invisible strong wind. The fine meat and blood splashed on Kornilov next to him, dyeing the clean cloth robe dark red.

The headless body was still pinched in Lin Xiang's palm, and the hanging limbs were twisted into extremely strange angles under the traction of the remaining nerves. The parts near the joints were even twitching rhythmically.

Looking at the other two elders whose eyes were wide open and their eyes were filled with fear, Lin Xiang's beautiful lips showed a cruel smile. He stretched out his arms and exerted force suddenly. In front of everyone, he grabbed the left and right shoulders of the corpse and pulled it hard, tearing the complete human body in half.

Kornilov looked at Lin Xiang, covered in blood, in amazement. His heart almost stopped beating, his throat was dry like a desert, and his breathing became an extremely luxurious thing.

He finally understood that his so-called bargaining chips and advantages were simply toy-like existences in the eyes of the other party. This young man was different from any migrant camp leader he had encountered. What he had was not only the necessary cruelty, viciousness, cruelty, but also the power that was so powerful that he could not imagine.

Someone made a hysterical scream, breaking the suffocating dullness. This seemed to be a signal, completely releasing the fear that was locked in people's hearts. The armed guard standing in front subconsciously held the gun in his hand, but had no courage to pull the trigger to shoot the bullet. The timid woman turned pale and stumbled backwards. She was tripped by several basins and bowls placed on the ground, and fell to her head and blood. There were panic shouts, the sound of collision of objects, and the vibration of running back and forth... The Alteski camp was in chaos.

"I don't like the feeling of being threatened." Lin Xiang lowered his head and looked at the trembling elder with a top-down viewing angle.

"...you, are you going to kill us?" Schev's face was terrible. Like Kornilov, who had just had an epiphany, Pantelai's death brought him more than fear and shock. He finally learned to change each other's identities and status and talk in another new way.

"How much nuclear waste do you have in your hands?" Unexpectedly, Lin Xiang did not give an answer as he asked. He smiled and stuffed the two halves of the corpse in his hand directly into his arms and Kornilov next to him.

"No, no more. That... that's the only bucket." Schev shook his head blankly, subconsciously reached out to touch the warm body, but grabbed a piece of soft and slippery intestines.

Lin Xiang looked at him coldly, then turned his gaze to Wang Biao. The latter nodded understandingly, jumped up from the thick felt, and held each other with his left and right hands constantly, and the joints of his body crackled. He protestedly twisted the large muscles with blue veins on his shoulders, rushed into the crowd like a hungry lion looking for food, grabbed the collars of the two men, and threw them heavily into the tent.

Kornilov's breathing suddenly became rapid. He knew the two men who were thrown in. One was the son of Pantelai who had just been beaten to death and was still holding half of his body in his arms. The other was the son-in-law of Elder Schev.

People kept screaming and were thrown into the tent. There were men, women, and children. They were all more or less related to the three elders, and they were absolute rulers in the camp of Arteski.

It is not difficult to distinguish these people from ordinary refugees. Their clothes are clean and complete. Compared with the yellow-faced and thin-skinned refugees, their skin color is obviously much healthier, their bodies are stronger, and they can even be said to be obese.

Everyone was curled up and lay on the ground. Wang Biao was very powerful and had great control skills. While these people were thrown in, their waists, legs and other joints had been violently hit by their fists. Not to mention escaping, they even felt difficult to stand up straight.

Lin Xiang walked slowly by the elder and the arrested person, carefully inspecting all the details on each person with a cold gaze. He walked back and forth twice before turning around, facing the cold hands and feet of Kornilov, and asked seriously: "How much nuclear waste do you have in your hands?"

The thin beads of sweat oozed out from Kornilov's wrinkled forehead and fell smoothly along the slits of the tree roots. He felt that all his strength was drained and he was unable to react at all. He could only open his mouth like an asthma patient and shake his head in despair.

For this silent answer, Lin Xiang glanced at him without any objection, walked to the oldest woman, pulled out the m500 from her waist, and put the amazingly stunning barrel close to the depths of her messy brown hair. With a tremor and fear that could be felt, he pulled the trigger hard.

"boom--"

The dull and rough gunshots drowned out the screams of the crowd around them. The body, which had completely lost its vitality under the muzzle, leaned forward and fell to the ground. Although I didn't see clearly the bloody scene of the warhead drilling out from the front of my head, everyone could imagine what a terrifying picture it was.

"Where are the other nuclear waste?" Lin Xiang opened his left hand and grabbed the hair of the middle-aged man who was kneeling half on the ground, lifted him up to him with a painful face and asked in a low voice.

"Please let my son go. Please--" Schev rolled and crawled over the thick felt, begging.

“This is not the answer I need—”

The deafening gunfire and the cold voice sounded at the same time. The middle-aged man whose head was blown away halfway up, tilted to the ground like a heavy sandbag.

"You, you devil-" Schev, whose eyes were red, cried hysterically, and he shook the man's body desperately. But no matter how much he shouted, he would not react.

"When you take out that bucket, you should consider the consequences."

Lin Xiang stretched out his slender fingers, picked up half of his eyeballs that were dipped on his sleeve, and bounced them far away. He grabbed a woman who was so scared that she was incontinent, and pointed her muzzle at her face as white as paper: "Where are the other nuclear waste?"

No one answered. Schev and Kornilov were already dying. Although the refugees watching around were a little scared, their eyes were filled with excitement and curiosity.

"Boom--", rough and wild gunfire.

Lin Xiang's left hand was covered with red and white powder, which was sticky and uncomfortable. He wiped the back of another man next time, grabbed his neck and picked it up, and continued the same problem.

Silence, gunfire.

Gunshot, silence.

He pressed bullets into the wheel twice, and fifteen corpses lay down on the ground.

"Crack", Lin Xiang shook his wrist and pulled out the warm rotor from the gun, emptying the shell, and taking out five heavy brass bullets from his pocket, pressing them into the empty bullet grooves in sequence. A boy about ten years old was pulled out from the remaining three children, pointing the thick muzzle at his head as before.

"No--"

I don’t know where the strength came from. Kornilov, who had completely collapsed his will, rolled and crawled to Lin Xiang’s feet, and hit the ground with his forehead desperately. He begged with tears: “Please, please let him go! This is my only grandson. You have killed all my son and daughter. Please, save this child’s life! If you feel that you have not killed enough, use my life to calm your terrible anger——”

At this moment, Kornilov had already given up his so-called dignity, and he could only tell his own desires incoherently like a dog. If time might turn around, he would rather have never set foot in this terrible wilderness. Compared with this young man who is even colder than the devil, his so-called reliance and confidence are simply a joke. Kornilov has seen that if he does not get a reasonable enough answer, Lin Xiang will kill everyone here without hesitation.

Perhaps moved by the desperate expression on his face, Lin Xiang slowly let go of his hand, moved the cold barrel away from the boy's head, and turned the direction to Kornilov's forehead. Sen's cold tone did not change at all: "Where is the rest of the nuclear waste?"

"...No more, really no more. This is the only bucket. I swear to God, to all the gods you can believe--"

The old man's face was covered with blood from his relatives, and the surface of his clothes trembling with his body was filled with dark red pulp. He raised his head with a blank expression, and a few silver hairs were swaying desolately in the warmer breeze.

Lin Xiang looked at him lightly, and Zhi inexplicably shook his head and pulled the trigger hard.

Schev, who was sitting next to him, staring at this scene blankly. He was as if he was poured down by a basin of cold water. While submerging all his anger and hallucinations, he also extinguished the faint hope deep in his heart.

The hot muzzle, which emits a strong smell of gunpowder, hit the top of his head from the side.

"Why, why do you want to kill him? He didn't lie, that was indeed the only waste material. The only, the only one-" Schev looked at Lin Xiang with incredulous expression without any change. In his bloodshot eyes, he released a helpless sad but questionable gaze.

Lin Xiang's handsome face was as cold as ice, and his eyes did not fluctuate. Maybe he felt that he needed to make a little doubt! He squatted down, leaned closer to Schev's ear, and sighed in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Of course I know he was not lying. A person who can exchange his life will never take any so-called secrets."

"Then, why are you still..."

"Because he must die-"

A soft and magnetic voice interrupted Schev's last question: "Only all rulers die, a new power class will be created. You should understand this principle. I didn't want to do this, as you said: "We can actually be friends." This wilderness is very big, and I also welcome an extra friendly and gentle neighbor. You are blocking all the roads by yourself. I have given you a chance to negotiate, but you smashed the negotiation table with nuclear waste representing death... Haha! Who can I blame this?"

Schev's face turned pale in an instant. Regret, despair, anger, and seeking... Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. At the same time, he also clearly heard the sound of bullets rushing out of the gun chamber, tearing his scalp, piercing his skull, and drilling into his head...

The wind blew through the green wilderness, adding a strong smell of blood to the hot and hot high temperature.

The refugees stood around the tent and watched the scene quietly.

These people who have become corpses were once the objects of envy and worship by refugees.

They have the best food and clothes, and can enjoy the harvest they have earned with their hard work, play with their wives and daughters, and insult their dignity. However, now, they are just dead bodies, a pile of rotten meat that doesn't even have their heads.

What should we do next?

After scanning the surroundings, Lin Xiang turned around and strode towards the off-road vehicle. All the refugees took a few steps to the side, giving him a way.

Just as he opened the car door and jumped into the cab, Wang Biao also quickly chased after him, picked up the assault rifle filled with bullets from the car, and whispered towards the three children still standing in the tent: "What should they do?"

A trace of instinctive pity flashed in Lin Xiang's black eyes first, and then it was soon occupied by reason and coldness. He twisted the key hard, accompanied by the deafening engine roar, and said word by word: "Cut the grass... we must eradicate the roots."

That is the source of hatred and it is impossible to stay.

The sun has risen very high.

The moisture on the ground was completely evaporated, and the bright red blood penetrated the sand and stones, leaving behind clusters of purple-black dry mud. Flies and mosquitoes with sensitive sense of smell crawled out early from the dark corners of the night burial, hovering over the piles of corpses, forming small groups that emitted "buzzing" sounds.

The dust raised at the tail of the off-road vehicle has long been calmed down. According to the order and command of the scarred man, the refugees began to clean up the dirty and messy debris and dead bodies. Cruelty and blood have already shocked everyone here. In the eyes of the refugees, they are full of explosive muscles and are stronger than those of the violent bear, especially the scar that penetrates the face, which makes Wang Biao, who looks extremely ferocious in its overall appearance, is actually even more terrifying than Lin Xiang.

When a group of Yinyue Town people arrive in trucks, this place will become the first vassal camp to guard the town.

Mart Liangna shrank and hid behind a pile of debris covered with felt cloth. Her face was as deep as a knife carved, and she bent and combined to form a smug smile as if it were a cunning fox.

"Hehehehe! Schev is dead, and Kornilov is dead. Pantelai, you old bastard, when you whip me with a whip, you didn't expect that you would have such a day? Hehehehehe, that handsome young boy is indeed cruel and ruthless. But it's not enough, why not kill all the people here? I will let you understand what real revenge is, the good show has just begun. I want all those who have fucked me to pay the price for your own actions. Of course, there is also the beautiful ewe that should belong to me-"
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