I felt a little guilty before, after all, these were just petty thieves, and their crimes didn't kill them.

But now that all those emotions before are gone, I am at ease with killing this kind of person.

"I wasn't going to run. I hooked the guy on the shoulder, and he said, "Do you know where it's easy to get out?"

"As long as you tell me, the money is yours. ”

People like you don't seem to expect my reaction to be like this, there is no panic in the slightest, and there is even some anti-customer-oriented meaning.

"Get out?"

"You're trying to smuggle in, aren't you?"

"Yes. ”

In the dark, more than a dozen people blatantly talked about this topic, which shows how common this kind of thing is in this border town.

After a brief silence, they began to talk in their native dialect, and the topic that belonged to me was supposed to be about what to do with me.

You're for me again, and I'm still laughing like before, I seem to have mastered the essence of mockery, and the banter in my smile is particularly strong.

The conversation was brief, and a watermelon knife flew towards my neck in an instant.

It seems that they didn't plan to let me out, they were planning to kill people.

The watermelon knife was followed by me, and blood flowed out of my hand in an instant, and a group of people's knives and axes slashed towards me in an instant.

Poor mountains and bad waters come out of the people, this sentence has been true since ancient times.

Once again, I have verified a truth.

The hand rises and the knife falls, and the hand rises and falls.

Blood in an instant that path.

Eleven people were not cut down by me in a short moment, and the smell of blood made my mood particularly pleasant, and I looked at the little ones who were still shivering.

Lick the blood off your palms.

"Do any of you know the way out?"

They were still shivering in the dormitory, pushing back, trying to escape.

The guy who started throwing the knife at me stood up, turned and ran.

And my watermelon knife also plunged into the back of his heart, and he fell into the small river by the side of the road, and a large stream of blood stained the river red.

"I, I know. ”

It was the first guy who stared at me, and I hummed, looked at the other guy and said, "You know what?"

"I know, I know, take you there. ”

The young man's voice was urgent, as if he knew that useless people would be killed by me.

"I also know don't kill me, I really know that I can take you there, I can give you money, I can help you with whatever you want. "The guy who started to focus on me seemed to sense that something was wrong, and he should have known that useless people would be killed.

"Do you really know?"

I stared into his eyes, and whether he knew it or not, I was going to kill him.

As for the reason, I haven't figured it out yet, but I'm not in a hurry, and I'll think about it slowly in the future.

"I really know that they call me a jack of all trades, I know a lot of smuggling places, and I know a lot of places that sell medicine. ”

The medicine in his mouth is naturally all drugs, and pornography, gambling and drugs are most prevalent somewhere on the border.

I'm not interested in taking down drug trafficking dens, but I'm interested in their money.

"And you know what?" I said to the other lad.

"I know that, I know everything he says. ”

I hesitated, I didn't know if what this young man said was true or false, although I wanted to kill the guy more, but his words were obviously more credible than the young man.

I walked over to the two guys, they were leaning against the plantain tree, both guys were shaking, but the guy was shaking even more.

The knife fell, without the slightest drag of mud and water, and that guy's life was sent to the Yellow Spring by me.

"Alright, take me there. I threw the watermelon knife on the ground and said to the young man.

The young man who led the way in front was quiet, without any superfluous words. His performance made me feel a little less murderous towards him, and I was hesitant to kill him, but of course in the end, his thoughts still prevailed.

The rugged mountain road has a unique flavor. The jungle is shrouded in clouds and mist, and wisps of cooking smoke can be seen in the mountains and forests in the distance.

The young man was still quiet, and it seemed that she didn't seem to have any intention of calling for help, or that he really believed that I would not kill him.

I didn't even promise him, but he still acted like a good baby, was he planning to kill with a knife, or did he covet my abilities?

"That's in the stockade over there. "A small cottage appeared in the woods opposite, with quite a few drug dealers patrolling the edges.

"Go, come with me. "I patted the lad on the shoulder and walked ahead.

The young man hesitated behind me for a moment, then kept up.

I didn't have the slightest idea of hiding my whereabouts, and swaggered towards the cottage, and on the small mountain road, the figures of the two people were particularly obvious.

The sound of a bullet loading is not familiar.

"Who are you?"

The watermelon knife in his hand flew out in an instant, shaving off the guy's head.

Picked up the gun on the ground and swaggered towards the cottage.

"Do you want to sneak in?" suggested the young man, who seemed a little frightened.

A gunshot broke the silence of the jungle in an instant, and the young man died.

"Who is it?"

"What happened?"

Two more gunshots, and I was lucky that I didn't get a single shot.

Continue to carry the watermelon knife and follow the path all the way to the cottage.

This kind of thing is obvious, what is it to be bold and obscene? When I walked to the door of the cottage, the sound of gunfire rang out instantly.

The bullet stopped in front of me, and the group of guys' eyes widened in surprise, they didn't seem to understand what had just happened.

Reality and the story are always different, and the drug dealers in the story are not impatient, let alone shoot without saying a word.

But in reality, they will, and more simply.

Even just by seeing my vague figure in the woods, the gunshots were already ringing out.

Until I reached the door of the cottage, their gunfire never stopped, one * was empty, change the other, and continue.

I walked forward step by step, and the air pressure around me increased in an instant, a full 20 times.

Death had already befallen them in an instant, bleeding from the seven orifices and cracking their internal organs.

I pushed the door of the stockade open, and several* flew towards me, stopping in mid-air.

With him stopped, there were more bullets.

Of course, their state is still a little different, the bullet is blocked by my wind wall, and * is unable to move forward because of the high air pressure.

The sound of explosions sounded among the drug dealers, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

"Stop, stop me. ”

A guy in camouflage walked out, and looking at his appearance wearing sunglasses and holding a cigar, it was no surprise that he should be the leader of this gang of drug dealers.