ebookland Chapter 188 There is no justice, right? Then no one should live (4)
Chapter 188 There is no justice, right? Then no one should live (4)
As the man crawled and collected the keys, Bu Shian saw the faces of these people one by one.
They are all old men of considerable age.
But she clearly remembered that the loudest voice in the room before was that of a young man.
Good, a smelly little mouse actually ran away.
Bu Shian narrowed his eyes and looked around the room.
Finally, her eyes fell on the small window at the back that was not closed properly.
She walked over and pushed the window open, and sure enough, she saw a set of footprints.
Looking at the direction of the footprints, it turned out that they were leaving the village and heading towards the nearest town.
Found you, little mouse.
Bu Shi'an looked away and just saw the man on the ground tremblingly placing a key on the table.
He smiled ingratiatingly, as if he wanted to say something.
As soon as he uttered the word "three", his head was blown up by a series of bullets.
Bu Shi'an rolled up the key on the table and climbed out the window. With a wave of his hand, he released the hover car from the system space.
Just step on it and follow the direction of the footprints.
On the way, she heard a man grinning and beating someone, and then a volley of bullets flew past.
Seeing someone looking at her with a face full of shock, she wanted to run and scream, but another volley of bullets was fired.
Because of these things, when she caught up with the young man who was running out of the village and preparing to hide in the mountains, she had already changed the bullets in the Gatling gun in her hand.
With the black muzzle of the gun pointed at him, the young man's face was filled with fear.
"You are not Sanya, who are you!"
Bu Shi'an looked at him, waved his hand, and used the Gatling gun in his hand to knock his glasses off his nose.
"Who am I? I am the devil summoned by the resentment of all the women who have been trafficked and abused in this village and this mountain range."
"I'm here to send you to hell."
"Wearing your father's glasses and all these years of higher education can't hide the dirty genetic bloodline in you."
Bu Shi'an said this as he swung the Gatling gun and broke one of the man's legs.
When he was about to faint from the pain, the cold muzzle of a gun was pointed directly at his face.
"Tell me, you have deals with several villages. How much do you know about things like kidnapping and ghost marriages?"
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As the sun was setting, a series of rumbling sounds were heard in the woods.
Bu Shian didn't expect this at all.
The man in front of me, who looked no more than thirty years old, could talk about the events he knew for three hours without repeating himself.
What about what he doesn't know?
Is there so much that it would take a whole day and night to finish telling?
He took out a key from the man, which was similar to the ones he had with the previous men, and kicked him deeper into the woods.
Bu Shi'an then rode the hovercraft back to the village.
There are probably about a hundred households in this village.
Because the idea of favoring boys over girls is very strong, every household has no less than three men.
Excluding those who go out to study, communicate with other villages, and abduct women, the permanent population of this village is nearly 200 men.
Bu Shi'an had fired a barrage of shots in the village before. Although he didn't count, he estimated that there were definitely less than 200.
It was probably because some people went to the mountains during the day.
Now that the sun is setting, these people are about to come back in groups of three or four.
She had to clear out the people in the village before they came back and discovered anything unusual, and then ambush them on the road down the mountain.
Today, she wants to clean up the village.
Just from the young man, she learned that there were more than a dozen similar villages.
We need to speed up the process.
The sound of gunfire spread from one end of the village to the other, and the smell of blood gradually filled the village.
All the women locked in the cellar, as long as they were still conscious, could hear the noises outside through the thick stone slabs and wooden boards.
But even so, there was no emotion in their eyes.
Over the years, countless people have tried to escape, but no one has succeeded.
They may have been left in the mountains, or they may have been caught and beaten.
There were also those who tried to seek help when they saw outsiders coming to the village, and as a result, those people also stayed in the village forever.
What made them most desperate was the nearest town.
That small town that can connect to the outside world and seems to have hope.
The people inside, including the police and public officials, all sided with these villages and chose to keep things peaceful.
The people in Ning Village extinguished their hopes.
After seeing hope countless times and then witnessing hope shattered inch by inch before their eyes, these people have become numb.
In their confused cognitive thinking.
Unless they are blessed by God, their situation will not change at all even if aliens come or even if the world changes drastically and ends.
The gunshots outside sounded very similar to those in movies and TV shows, but they knew that anyone around them who could get a gun would not stand on their side.
The screams outside continued one after another, but they knew that no matter what the people outside encountered, they had no chance of escape.
During the previous global infectious disease, some people died in the village, and every household had their doors closed. They thought they could take advantage of the situation and escape, but nothing happened.
Their situation did not change, and instead several of those who advocated escape died.
As the sky grew darker, every small hole in the cellar used for ventilation was gradually swallowed by darkness until no light could come in anymore.
The noise outside stopped at some point, and the village was so quiet that even the sounds of chickens crowing and dogs barking had completely disappeared.
On the only way back to the village at the foot of the mountain, men holding torches were coming down carrying all kinds of things.
They gathered in groups of three or four, speaking foul language.
In the darkness, the light from the torches shone on their faces, illuminating their cloudy eyes.
Their shadows were stretched out long by the light, like ferocious beasts whose shapes could not be seen clearly.
Ten, eleven, twelve...
Forty-two, forty-three, forty-four...
Bu Shi'an, hiding behind a big rock at the entrance of the village, counted them one by one until no one came down from the mountain anymore.
The sound of rattling echoed in the village again.
The person who was still laughing in the front was caught off guard and was shot to pieces by a volley of bullets.
They were in a panic and could not see the direction of the enemy or understand who attacked them.
The instinct for survival made them flee desperately, even pushing the people around them to the back to cover their retreat.
But in the end, no one escaped.
Those who ruined other people's lives because of their own selfishness finally experienced the feeling of having their lives controlled by others.
The village became quiet again, and Bu Shian continued to fire the Gatling gun as usual.
It turns out that it is very important to shoot and kill someone after that.
Look, she actually found Lao Deng pretending to be dead.
He hid under several corpses, using them as human shields to take the bullets and pretend to be dead.
But under Bu Shi'an's repeated shots, Lao Deng could no longer hide and tried to crawl out trembling.
As soon as his head popped out, he was blocked by the cold muzzle of a gun.
Immediately afterwards, Bu Shian's mocking voice was heard.
"Hey, isn't this our village chief? Why is he so tired after not seeing him for a few days?"
As she spoke, she poked the thing in her hand as if she had suddenly realized something.
"Oh, look at me, I almost forgot."
"The village is almost extinct, who can the village chief be?"
"A village chief without villagers is a loser. How can he not just die?"