"Who are you, what organization is behind you, and why are you called evil by the wilderness..." A series of interrogations came out of Gao Feng's mouth, asking the man with cramps on the ground, but his eyes were looking at the man who didn't make a sound from beginning to end.

This person is not old, with only fluffy on his lips. Although he also has the tenacity of a martyr in his eyes, he hides the flickering and uneasy fear. Gao Feng did not target him at the beginning. Gao Feng knew that sometimes external stimulation is more likely to make people frighten than to experience it in person.

"Barbarian, I'm worth my death at your hands. I've killed dozens of people on the ground. This is worth my life. Kill me..."

Feeling the severe pain like a charcoal block, the man lying on the ground and panting heavily, roaring, but Gao Feng's attention was not on him. The saber rotated and stirred, and a piece of human skin stained with blood flew up. It fell on the child's face, causing him to shake his head in exclamation, trying to avoid it.

"People on the surface? Interesting, the barbarian is me, who are the people on the surface? Who are you?" Gao Feng's tone never changed, monotonous and old-fashioned, but the words were extremely clear. His sharp eyes stared at the boy's eyes and questioned him.

"You don't want to know in your life. Your brain capacity is only larger than that of mice. If you want to figure out our origins, dream..."

The severe pain aroused the man's final madness. Instead, he was angry by Gao Feng and scolded him endlessly.

"Swear, scold, don't think that this will anger me. I will not kill you as you wish. No matter whether you believe it or not, I am more interested in how long you can hold on..."

After saying that, Gao Feng's knife tip pointed the skin behind the man's neck, and held the palm of his hand, let the saber stand upright on the man's skin, stretched out his five fingers, and held the saber with his palm. His thumb lightly flashed across the hilt, and the saber quickly rotated like a drill bit, twisting the skin, and splashing tiny blood spots, making the man unable to help making a muffled nasal sound.

"Don't you want to say it?" Gao Feng always asked only one person. The boy whose uneasiness in his eyes gradually became more and more uneasy. Gao Feng looked at him with only one signal, and the next one was you.

The saber straightly passed through the skin behind the man. The dark and strong skin was evenly cut open. The scarlet muscles inside the way out, without waiting for the blood to leach, a little bit of white spine could be seen in the wriggling muscles, making the boy's green and green like spinach.

Killing is easy, and adapting to blood is also easy, but it is not something that anyone can stand when seeing a living person being dismantled in front of him, especially for this prisoner who knows how to take a bath and performs superiorly.

"You either know we are evil. You have fought with me for hundreds of years and have been suppressing me underground. My ancestors have never seen the sky for generations and can only live like mice..."

The boy suddenly burst out and screamed, but Gao Feng's brow suddenly jumped, and he pulled down the boy's animal skin, but heard a louder scream.

To be honest, it is not the first time Gao Feng has seen a woman's body. His escort has seen at least three of them. There are also a few wives in the deserted tribe, but this is the first time he has seen a body that is not so full. After the boy in front of him was pulled out of his clothes, he showed his true face.

There was no imagined whirlwind of the imaginary scenery. A pair of not-magnificent peaks were tightly wrapped by layers of linen, squeezed out into the shape of a big cake. The exposed flesh was not tender enough, but it had a healthy wheat-colored luster. All the firmness in the girl's eyes turned into panic. A woman would only be truly frightened after her clothes were pulled out by strangers, regardless of the times.

Gao Feng did not make his hands and feet messy, let alone the other side of the layer. Even the woman who took off naked has never seen her. She looked at the woman who had a figure that echoed his aesthetic taste and said in a silence:

"What a good skin, what a shiny color, if you peel it down, it will definitely be Zhang Youxiu's skin..."

"Bastard, what's the matter going to do to me..." The man on the ground suddenly twisted wildly, and the anger in his eyes was about to burst out of his eyes, wishing to burn Gao Feng to death. The wound on his spine was torn apart by him violently, and more blood was flowing out, and a blood color accumulated under him.

"If you say I am a barbarian, you should understand the consequences of falling into the hands of the barbarians. I will not let you die so easily. Where did the pistol come from..."

Gao Feng shouted loudly, and at the time when the two of them were in chaos, they revealed the weapons they used in one word, which made the eyes of the girl and the man suddenly appear incredible.

"KaKaKa..." A dazzling performance, the pistol in Gao Feng's hand instantly decomposed into more than ten parts, and these parts were evenly placed in front of Gao Feng.

Gao Feng, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, placed his hands on his knees, looked at the two of them disdainfully and sarcastically, unmoved by the blood spreading under the man.

"Answer my question, you can live, but don't answer... Hum..."

Gao Feng looked at the girl again, pinched the bolt with his fingers, and quickly assembled it with his memory.

This pistol has never been exposed to, and many of its designs are brand new, but the moment he decomposes, the details and information of the gun are perfectly presented in his heart. Without looking at it, he will quickly assemble it as if he has played thousands of times.

Parts fell into Gao Feng's hands like dance, and merged into the pistol in a crisp sound. In just a few blinks, a pistol reappeared in his hands. At this time, the two so-called evils knew that the peak in front of them was not the barbarian they imagined, but a master who was proficient in guns.

"Who are you..." The man had begun to weaken, and the blood flowing out was about to exhaust his last drop of energy. The girl also forgot about fear and looked at the gun flowers dancing in Gao Feng's hand in a daze. The cold and heavy pistol in her hand seemed to have life, and it was full of vivid vitality in Gao Feng's hand. She had no doubt that this person could easily fire the bullet.

"Care 0.45, loading 18 rounds, weighing 3500 kilograms, with strong stopping ability and great power, but poor hit rate and serious ballistic deviation. Without tens of millions of shooting practice, it is impossible to hit the starting lineup. Am I right?"

Gao Feng was originally planning to torture a man to scare another person and force them to tell the message they wanted. Unfortunately, he calculated that he was wrong about the other party being a woman. Gao Feng was proud and he disdained to torture a woman, so he used another way to break the other party's pride and psychological advantages.

Both of them have used the pistol and have heard what the person who passed them to them said, but none of them matched what Gao Feng said. To be precise, this weapon is not as eyed by Gao Feng in their hearts as Gao Feng, just because this thing is as Gao Feng said, it is extremely powerful, but if you want to hit someone, it is often considered luck to be able to scratch it.

"I don't know who you are. People who make this kind of gun are obviously not attentive enough. Many places are unreasonable. Moreover, women are not suitable for using guns of this caliber. If you change it slightly, you can at least improve the starting hit and more than 50% of the performance..."

"We are underground people..." The girl suddenly spoke and interrupted Gao Feng's topic. Gao Feng's eyes flashed and he put his pistol on his thigh and looked at the girl.

"Mo Yuan..., don't say anything more..." The man roared with his last strength, and the afterimage flashed across the muzzle in Gao Feng's hand, and suddenly pointed at the man's head, making a deafening loud noise, and the fire flew away. The man screamed and suddenly stood up and roared.

"You continue, underground people, ground people? I'm becoming more and more interested..." The girl's face was covered with blood, and she looked at the man's bloody ears in horror. Her entire ear had been shot by a bullet without leaving any trace. Gao Feng's words made her come back to her senses, and suddenly she hit the ground, as if surrendering, and begging miserably:

"I said everything, please save Shi Peng, he is about to die..."

"Your name is Mo Yuan? His name is Shi Peng?" Gao Feng murmured and chewing these two names that could be considered ordinary in the memory of his previous life, but in this world, it made him feel inexplicably intimate and couldn't help but lift his lips: "It's getting more and more interesting. You can call me Gao Feng..."

For the first time, Gao Feng said his name with pride. At the same time, drops of crystal clear liquid exuding the fragrance of plants and trees fell on the man's wound like raindrops. The scorching and burning wound suddenly came cold, which made the man moan, but the muscles that no longer hurt were spasms, and the blood gushed out of the wound began to solidify.

"You..., are you also underground?" Mo Yuan opened her eyes wide, and asked in disbelief, and the man did not stop Mo Yuan anymore. He almost died at the gun just now, and his mood was different from the meaninglessness before.
Chapter completed!