"boom!!"
"boom!!"
"Boom!!" There were earth-shattering roars three times in a row. The entire mine was shaken by the explosion, and many rocks on the top were smashed down.
"ah--"
"Help!!--"
"Don't-!!" The native people in the mine below were all blown away and ran away like rats. They never expected that the fat sheep originally waiting to be slaughtered would have such terrifying means.
Rocks fell down, and some unlucky ones had no time to react and were crushed to death. Screams and wails came and went.
At this moment, the place was full of messes, and everyone looked terrified and began to flee in all directions.
"Where to escape?!" the hunchbacked man shouted coldly and continued to throw explosives. Every time an explosive pack falls, it will mercilessly take the lives of several native people in the mine.
In less than a few minutes, more than forty people in the entire mine were killed and injured, and less than twenty people were left. They quickly hid, not daring to show their faces again for fear of being caught. Killed by explosives.
In addition to their heavy casualties, some unconscious survivors and their ghosts who were not poisoned were also blown to pieces by explosive packs.
"Why did you blow up the survivors??" Seeing this scene, the handsome young man's face couldn't help but change. He subconsciously took a few steps back and distanced himself from the hunchbacked man.
"Even if I don't blow them up, they won't survive for long. I do this just to get them out of trouble as soon as possible!" The hunchbacked man sneered indifferently.
It seemed that in his eyes, the lives of the survivors were as cheap as the lives of the aborigines in the mines, and had no value at all.
After hearing these words, whether it was the handsome young man, the literate middle-aged man, or the fat woman, the expressions of the three of them could not help but change.
This hunchbacked man is probably not a good guy. You must not get too involved with him.
Maybe he would stab him in the back at a critical moment. Although they think they are not good people, in the end, they still have not reached the point where they care about human life. They all have their own bottom line.
But this hunchbacked man is completely different. He is like a complete madman with no bottom line at all.
Seeing that the indigenous people present in the mine suffered heavy casualties, and the only remaining people fled, the hunchbacked man stopped throwing explosives. The number of explosives in his hand was not large, and after such squandering use , he currently only has the last two left.
He did not take out these two, but kept them as trump cards in case of emergencies. If they are all used up, if they encounter any danger again, they will really be helpless and at the mercy of others.
At this time, the other side. Zhang Fan desperately protected Mariduo behind him, while he held the coffin nails in his hands and looked at Song Tiezhu in front of him with a serious expression.
Although he had heard the roar of explosions all around him, Zhang Fan didn't pay too much attention.
Because the biggest crisis before him right now was Song Tiezhu. This Song Tiezhu has despised Mariduo. No matter what happens today, he cannot continue to live.
Moreover, this grandson hates him more than other mining aborigines. If he is let go, his situation will become even worse.
To cut the weed, we must remove the root, so as to avoid future troubles forever. Zhang Fan thought so, and Song Tiezhu thought the same way.
He was about to accomplish something good, but was interrupted by Zhang Fan, a bastard. How could he not be annoyed or angry?
In addition, I was in such a miserable state because of Zhang Fan. I must cut him into pieces today in order to relieve the hatred in my heart.
Living in this dark underground mine, people like them have long lost their humanity and become greedy and selfish.
Although he paid attention to the fact that the natives in the surrounding mines were killed by explosives, he did not pay attention.
After all, the explosion didn't affect him. Even if everyone around him died, what did it matter?
The only thing he has to do now, the most important thing, is to cut this bastard Zhang Fan into pieces with thousands of knives.
"Don't be afraid, as long as I am here, no one can hurt you again!" Zhang Fan did not turn his head, but looked forward, pretending to be relaxed, and said softly to comfort Mariduo.
After hearing this, Mariduo's body couldn't help but tremble. She was silent for a while and then gently nodded her forehead.
"Little beast, today is the day you die. I'm going to chop off your head and use it as a urinal!!" Song Tiezhu saw Zhang Fan having an intimate conversation with Mariduo. He was so angry that he couldn't restrain the fury in his heart anymore. , suddenly shouted low, then raised the huge boning knife in his hand, rushed towards Zhang Fan, aimed at his head and struck him hard.
This knife carried unimaginable power, and the air roared like a strong wind.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Fan pushed Mariduo away violently, keeping her away from him. Then, he raised the coffin nail in his hand and hurriedly blocked it.
"Clang!!" A metallic trembling sound resounded. In an instant, Zhang Fan felt an irresistible force coming from the boning knife in Song Tiezhu's hand. Before he could think too much, he was struck by the huge force. With such force, he was knocked back several steps, and even the palms of his hands holding the coffin nails were bruised with blood.
"How... is this possible?!" Zhang Fan looked horrified when he saw this. He didn't expect that he only had a head-on confrontation with Song Tiezhu, and was repelled so easily. On the other hand, Song Tiezhu actually Nothing happened at all, he didn't suffer any injuries, and his breathing seemed to be abnormally smooth, without any ripples.
Logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case. Even if his physical strength dropped to 1 point, he should still be able to fight.
"A waste is a waste. Are you qualified to compete with Mr. Gan?" Seeing Zhang Fan being knocked back by him, Song Tiezhu couldn't help but reveal a ferocious smile on his face, he was very proud.
Zhang Fan took a deep breath, clenched his fists, stood up slowly, and wanted to rush forward to confront Song Tiezhu again.
That attack just now was definitely because I didn't adjust well. This time, I must beat this grandson to the point where he kneels down and begs for mercy.
However, just as he stood up, an indescribable, bone-deep pain suddenly erupted at the wound on his right leg.
"Hiss——" Zhang Fan was caught off guard, grinning in pain and his face was slightly distorted. He didn't expect that the pain in his right leg would break out at this juncture.
Zhang Fan kicked his right foot hard, trying to force himself to adapt to the pain. But it was okay for him not to move, but after just a slight movement, the pain seemed to be magnified several times, and he almost fell to the ground in pain.
"What's going on? Why does it hurt so much?!" A large amount of cold sweat dripped down Zhang Fan's forehead. Finally, he couldn't bear the pain anymore and fell to his knees.
"Little beast, what's wrong? Do you want to kneel down and beg for mercy? Unfortunately...it's too late to beg for mercy now!!" Seeing Zhang Fan kneeling down, Song Tiezhu sneered instantly, with ridicule in his words, Unscrupulously belittling Zhang Fan.
