Cold-blooded.
brutal.
Outlaws.
"Kill them all."
The mercenary's order was simple but effective, and he shot and killed the surrounding refugees directly.
This is a group of real hungry wolves. Everyone has a vicious glint in their eyes. They shoot the refugees without any hesitation and completely lose all conscience.
"woman."
One of them reminded in unskilled Chinese.
He picked up the gun, aimed in the direction of Sumanman not far away, and pulled the trigger.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Su Manman was shot in the shoulder. She snorted coldly, ran towards the corridor quickly, and disappeared in a few flashes.
"Assi."
The mercenary complained and cursed in his native language.
"Walk."
The leader of the mercenaries made a gesture and asked everyone to continue moving forward.
Look carefully.
The leader had a Chinese face, a pair of murderous triangular eyes, and was full of momentum.
Dingsha.
He had a military background, and was later introduced to go abroad to do so-called big business. After that, he often appeared on the border between Yanbian and North Korea.
mercenary.
Ding Sha gathered a group of old stickmen who had actually been on the battlefield to specialize in killing people and looting goods.
They gradually became bigger and stronger, and even began to cooperate with some black bosses from Vietnam and Myanmar.
Over time.
Ding Sha has become a well-known professional in the industry.
"Room 405."
"other people……"
Ding Sha made a gesture of wiping his neck. In his eyes, except for the goal, everything was an unnecessary obstacle.
Before the end of the world, Ding Sha may have restrained himself and did not dare to kill irrelevant people.
After the apocalypse, Ding Sha's violent nature was clearly revealed, and human life was like grass in his eyes, and he could cut it off at any time with a sickle.
Da da.
Da da.
The silenced barrel gave off a burnt smell.
There were some refugees in the corridor who didn't know the truth. They turned around and found heavily armed mercenaries. Before they had time to react, bullets had penetrated their skulls.
The shiny bullet casings fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Bloody flowers soared from the refugees' bodies, and they fell to the ground with a heavy sound.
"ah?"
"They have guns!"
"Someone used a gun to...kill...people..."
Some people rolled around and fled upstairs, but they were shot and killed within a few steps.
Someone pushed the door open to see what was happening outside, but was immediately shot through the body.
A man with a scar on his face saw a door open.
The man at the door had been shot, but there was still a young woman holding her child inside, her body trembling slightly.
The scarred man had almost no expression on his face, only a cruel and bloodthirsty smile. He walked into the room and took out a sharp dagger with serrations.
Pfft.
The woman was stabbed several times and slowly fell into a pool of blood, but she still protected her child before she died.
The scarred man turned the woman's body over and grabbed the child in her arms...
After a few seconds.
The scarred man wiped the blood on his cheek, walked out of the room and followed the team.
4th floor.
Room 405 opens its door.
Yang Feng tore off Sumanman's shirt, took a knife, and dug out a bullet from the bloody hole in his shoulder.
"You should have seen clearly who hit you, right?"
Yang Feng smiled lightly, and Su Manman nodded, with a hint of sinisterness in his eyes.
soon.
Ding Sha brought his team to the vicinity of Room 405.
"405, that's it."
Ding Sha made a gesture, asking everyone to put down their weapons temporarily.
He walked into the room and began to look at Yang Feng in front of him and the woman who was shot behind him.
"Mr. Mo Jianfeng??"
Ding Sha asked tentatively.
His Mandarin is not standard, perhaps because he has been abroad all year round, and it sounds very awkward.
Yang Feng stood up.
He went to the sink, washed his hands, and rinsed away the blood stains.
"You guys are pretty awesome."
"The rotten corpse was chopped into pieces, and then the flesh and filth were smeared on the body to cover up its own smell."
"There are so many monsters outside, and it's not easy to walk through all the streets to get to this place..."
Yang Feng did not answer the question directly. Instead, he praised the other party and recognized his strength.
Ding Sha narrowed his eyes.
He felt something was wrong. According to the middleman, the big boss Mo Jianfeng was not that young.
and.
This young man is too calm.
Take it easy, without any sense of crisis.
Even when he saw his group of fully armed hungry wolves, he didn't feel nervous at all.
"You are not Mo Jianfeng."
Ding Sha made a judgment immediately, and his triangular eyes filled with murderous intent showed a hint of anger.
"Mo Jianfeng is dead."
"I lured you here on purpose."
Yang Feng turned his head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a slightly playful and confident smile.
Ding Sha's expression suddenly changed.
"You dare to trick us?"
He made a gesture, and two mercenaries behind him immediately rushed into the room and pointed their guns at Yang Feng.
"Do not impulse."
"I came to you to discuss cooperation."
Yang Feng spread his hands, as if to indicate that he had no ill intentions.
"cooperate??"
“How do you want to cooperate??”
Ding Sha didn't act rashly. He fought hard to get into the city. It would be a big loss to return empty-handed.
"I'm short of manpower."
"So... I want to find some slaves."
"You guys look pretty good, so there's no need to go back."
Yang Feng glanced at the few people and continued in a friendly tone: "Stay and be my slave, I won't treat you badly."
slave?
Stay and work for this young man? ?
Is he crazy, or is his brain damaged by too much water?
"Ha ha ha ha."
"You, young man, are very interesting."
After hearing these words, Ding Sha laughed instead, but after laughing for a few seconds, his expression suddenly changed and his laughter stopped abruptly.
Ding Sha patted the old stick beside him and gave the order to kill.
"kill him."
The mercenary killer raised the gun in his hand, aimed at Yang Feng's head, and decisively pulled the trigger.
Pfft.
The sound of explosion followed.
Yang Feng was not shot, but the head of the man in front of him was missing.
Watermelon bursts.
Steaming white brains, mixed with brown sugar juice, exploded all over the room.
what happened? ?
What did Yang Feng do? ?
Vaguely... he seemed to kick out a whip.
Indistinguishable to the naked eye.
Human eyes can barely see the blurry afterimage.
A whip-shaped residual image hit the companion's head, and then it became like this. There was nothing above the neck, and dark red liquid sprayed out like a spring column.
"listen."
"I advise you not to attack."
Yang Feng still looked indifferent and continued as if nothing had happened: "Otherwise... you will die."
Sense of threat.
Feeling of oppression.
The young man exuded a strong sense of danger.
If the mercenaries were a group of hungry wolves, then the young man in front of them was a tiger.
No.
Not just tigers.
It should be said that it is an evil dragon! !
