The girl stopped. Compared to the hunger that would cause stomach acid to boil in her belly, it didn't seem to be an unacceptable thing to be able to get such delicious food as a hamburger after just being beaten.
She shrank her neck, looked carefully at the pink-haired young man who brought her here, and asked: "Does it really mean that I only need to be beaten by the big brothers to eat a hamburger?"
"Of course it's true. Everything is here. Could I still lie to you?"
The pink-haired young man said with a smile, shaking the burger in his hand.
"Can I eat first?"
The girl swallowed and asked.
"It's okay to eat first, but we may punch you in the stomach later. You don't want to spit out the food you just ate, right?"
said the young man.
The girl thought carefully and nodded.
"In order for you to be a better punching bag, it is reasonable for me to tie you up."
The young man followed the temptation, handed the burger to his companion next to him, and came over with the rope.
Although the girl was a little scared, she still accepted the rope tied by the young man in order to eat the hamburger.
And when her hands were tied, her body was tied tightly, and she was hung up in the air, the dyed-in-the-street young people around her showed evil and ferocious smiles.
"The cursed garbage is really quite innocent!"
A guy with green hair spat and said.
"Saui still has the brains to know how to catch such a simple monster. Unlike the guy you brought last time, because your purpose was exposed too quickly, he ran away after being discovered."
The young man with yellow hair, earrings and nose studs said this.
"Boss, thank you very much. In fact, all we have to do is trick them into being tied up by us without a chance to escape."
said the pink-haired young man.
"Brother, what are you talking about?"
Girls are simple, but not stupid.
She felt something was wrong with the words of the people around her.
"It seems that our performance tools can't wait any longer, so let's hurry up and get started."
As the green-haired young man spoke, he took out a dark red baseball bat from behind the shelf nearby.
It smells like blood. Obviously, the dark red explosive pulp is not just a dye.
"Put up the video recorder and put on the lights."
The yellow-haired boss commanded the younger brothers around him.
At the same time, he took out a wrestling glove from his pocket and put it on his head, hiding his true face.
As the light on the video recorder came on, the man began to introduce himself: "Hello everyone, it's our Tokyo Three Warriors again. I'm Warrior Huang. Fortunately, we captured another little monster today."
The younger brother picked up the DVD recorder and filmed a circle around the hung girl.
"Look at those sinful red eyes. They are genuine. The fear and fear in her eyes are undoubtedly the fear of our righteous Tokyo Three Warriors. And today, our Tokyo Three Warriors will fight in the name of justice." , bring justice to this monster!"
The yellow-haired young man took out the belt from his waist. There was an iron ring on it, but it was a real street weapon.
"Oh, I can't wait for justice!"
The guy with green hair and a hood also waved the dark red baseball bat in his hand, looking eager to try.
"Green Warrior, don't be impulsive. We have to take it step by step and let this little monster feel the full and deepest pain!"
Warrior Huang reprimanded, looking at the frightened girl without any mercy in his eyes.
In the beginning, they just bullied the cursed children who occasionally appeared on the streets begging in the city.
But later on, when they recorded the punches and kicks against the Cursed Child, burned them into CDs and sold them to others, and many people paid the bill, this kind of bullying turned into a profitable business.
Until now, they have done this kind of work more than a dozen times, but he and his brothers have been able to find their own characters in front of the camera.
For example, the violent Green Warrior is always eager to give the Cursed Children the best possible look, and his baseball bat can always break their spines.
The calm Warrior Huang, who is himself, will always introduce the audience with a calm and wise attitude in front of the camera, and give the Cursed Child a severe whipping.
As for Sai, the red warrior, he was responsible for the appetizers at the beginning. He quickly came to the hanging girl with an iron ring.
First he took out the burger he had promised before, bit off half of it and ate it in a playful manner, then threw the remaining half on the ground and stepped on it hard.
"I want to eat, but I don't have any. I'm sorry, I lied to you.
Mom said it was wrong to lie to people.
But, is there anything wrong with deceiving monsters? "
The younger brothers around him laughed wantonly.
"Hahaha, damn little monster, has he been tricked by the righteous red warrior?!"
The pink-haired young man also wore a hood and laughed and performed in front of the camera, but he was interpreting the truest malice of human nature.
"In today's performance, we don't plan to have a cat-and-mouse foreplay, but we plan to drive this little monster into the most desperate abyss and make her realize that she has been deceived!"
The yellow-haired young man introduced the background clearly.
"Okay, Red Warrior, you can do it, but don't slap him in the face directly. Dear viewers and fans, I prefer to see a complete monster's little face, which gradually becomes distorted during the beating. If at the beginning Just smash it, but it will affect the visual effect."
He ordered loudly, and his younger brothers echoed him.
"learn."
The pink-haired young man made an OK gesture.
"No, please let me go, I don't want to eat hamburgers..."
The girl is begging for mercy.
"Everyone in the audience, please look at my fist."
The pink-haired young man's chin was exposed, and there was a ferocious curve at the corner of his mouth.
He is very good at making things happen, putting his glove-covered fists in front of the camera.
"Now, on behalf of all the innocent people in the city of Tokyo who have been persecuted by the Gastral Monster, I will demand justice from the Gastral Monster, ahhhh..."
he roared.
"Gastruma monster, eat my iron fist of justice!"
Shouting these words, the pink-haired young man punched the girl's belly with his fist.
The girl was so scared that she closed her eyes, and her lower abdomen even tightened subconsciously, waiting for the fist to come and the pain to hit.
However, the pain did not come, and the fist stopped before it reached her lower abdomen.
"What are you doing, Red Warrior? Are you pitying such a little monster?"
The yellow-haired young boss asked loudly.
"No, boss, it was my hand that stopped on its own. It seemed like something was wrapped around my hand."
The pink-haired young man replied with some horror.
"Ah, it's unbelievable that our red warrior actually found such a lame excuse. Could it be that his mother's heart is acting up and he wants to show mercy to the little monster with red eyes?"
"Boss, does our script have this scene?"
"Shut up, this should be improvised."
Pink-haired young man: "..."
I really can’t fucking move!
"Look at his arms, his stiff body movements, it's almost like a mechanical dance."
Suddenly, there was a clicking sound, and Sai's arm twisted.
"ah!"
Painful wails sounded in the abandoned factory.
"Look, the performance is so realistic. He is worthy of being a Red Warrior."
The yellow-haired boss praised loudly.
"Cao Nima's performance, my hand was really broken!"
The crazy yelling, real tears and snot on his face finally woke up the people next to him who thought he was performing.
"What happened? Is your hand really broken?"
The DVD recorder was put down, and everyone rushed over to check on him.
"I don't know, it seemed like something suddenly grabbed my hand and then broke it off..."
The pain in his arm made the pink-haired young man shed tears, and he finished his words while crying.
"Could it be that this monster did it?"
Someone looked at the hanging girl in horror, who was also overwhelmed by what was happening in front of her.
"I didn't do anything?"
The girl replied fearfully that she had never hurt anyone, even if sometimes she was thrown stones or bullied by others.
"It must be her. I heard that some cursed children have the ability of gastral monsters."
A timid follower gangster said with some horror.
"Fuck you, we are warriors who destroy monsters. How could we be scared by this little monster? Just look at how I blew her head off with a stick!"
The green-haired young man also had a look of uncertainty on his face, but he still mustered up the courage to step forward with the baseball bat in his hand, but just when his baseball bat was about to hit the girl's head, the sound of the stick breaking was heard. sounded.
The baseball bat was twisted into a twist, and the green-haired young man's hands became a problem.
The broken tambourine was exposed from the cracked flesh of his arm. He fell to his knees on the ground, and the look of surprise on his face turned into real fear. He cried louder than the pink-haired young man, and cried out in pain. Tears.
It hurts too much. The pain of having your arm twisted into a knot is a test of will even for some real Predator warriors, not to mention the street people who just make money by beating the Cursed Son in the name of a warrior. It's gone.
The girl who was hung up and thought she would be beaten brutally saw a look of confusion on her face when she saw the second person who fell down and was injured for no apparent reason, as if she was wondering if this was really her. Made?
The gangsters immediately retreated some distance, and they looked at the miserable fate of the green-haired and pink-haired men in horror.
"I didn't see anything, but he became like this. It's not like the power of gastrea, but more like what those wronged souls in ghost movies would do when they come back to demand their lives!"
The timid follower's bastard's pants were immediately wet, but he was already scared to pee.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to kill you. They are all three warriors. They want to use you to make money. If you want to take revenge, take revenge on them!"
This timid guy just knelt down and begged for mercy in the air.
"Damn it, when I took the money, I didn't even see you asking for it?!"
The yellow-haired boss, who was originally a little frightened, suddenly became angry after hearing this.
He didn't dare to hit the girl with obvious problems, but he dared to hit the whip with the iron buckle at the younger brother who was shirk-shielding his responsibility.
In just one moment, the little brother was beaten to pieces and rolled to the side in pain.
And just when he was about to whip a few more times, his left leg suddenly began to rotate.
Without any warning, it turned into a twist, and then there was another guy on the ground wailing in pain.
All around, the followers wanted to escape, but anyone who dared to run had their ankles broken by invisible forces and fell to the ground wailing.
But when they saw a guy struggling to stand up, his neck was immediately broken, and no one else dared to get up.
"Please, please tell me about the situation here."
The abandoned factory building in front of him had no secrets in front of Wu Ke. He was floating in the air, staring at the small figures in a few iron buckets of solidified cement not far away, and asked the people below expressionlessly, who was talking to them? These people identify certain situations.
After one person died, almost no one dared to resist. Soon, under his questioning, he gave a clear explanation of what his group had done.
The situation is similar to what Wu Ke saw and heard, and what he then associated with it. However, this group of people has mastered the code of social wealth in this era and hates the Cursed Son. By recording videos of persecuting the Cursed Son by various means, Make a lot of money.
And so far, they have done this seventeen times. From the beginning, they just caught the cursed girl, beat her up and threw her away.
Later, the attacks became more and more severe, and the torture methods for the cursed girl became more and more beyond the scope of human nature.
No longer caring about life, he beat the half-dead child of the curse and threw it into the mixed cement.
Today's girl is even more special. These people originally planned to treat this child the same way they treated witches in storybooks. Next to the tin bucket, there are several bottles filled with gasoline, which is the ending of today's video. The props used for burning at the stake.
The world is bad, but not as bad as imagined. However, in some dark corners, for some scumbags who are not worthy of being called human beings, the bad things they do are still so unsightly. .
Even Wu Ke, who had seen many scenes of hell, was a little angry at this moment, and the veins on his forehead were hopping.
"We have confessed everything you want to know, can you forgive us?"
the yellow-haired boss asked.
"Of course you can, but you must come from the bottom of your heart and apologize in front of the camera to the children you killed."
The video recorder was controlled to float up, and the camera looked at the yellow-haired young man. The hoods had been pulled off by invisible telekinesis.
The faces of the young people showed fear and joy at knowing that they would not die, but they were filmed very clearly.
But under the threat of death, the three masterminds apologized with unusual sincerity.
The miserable scene makes those who see this scene feel sympathy.
"Can we go?"
Just when the three main culprits, the red, yellow and green warriors, apologized and thought they could leave here alive, Wu Ke's words caused the three of them to fall directly into the frozen abyss.
"Sorry, no, I lied. I deceived you ignorant young people. What a simple bad guy. I committed such an inhumane evil thing. After meeting the messenger of justice, I actually wanted to escape unscathed. That kind of good thing?"
The voice paused, and Wu Ke announced the fate of the three of them: "You will have to die, and you will have to die in pain. I will film the entire process of your painful death, so that I can use it to punish those who have malicious intentions." Potential criminals who buy your discs need a stern and just warning!"
"you do not……"
Wu Ke guessed that the guy might want to say that he was not trustworthy, but he didn't care about such unwarranted slander.
After all, breaking promises to bad guys is the way of justice he pursues.
"Fold it."
He said something.
The guys below were either cursing or begging for mercy out of despair, so they lost their voices to curse and beg for mercy.
The only thing left was the hoarse wail and the clicking sound of the body being folded from the fingers to the toes.
