It's different from the film and television dramas, it's not a vest and pants, he has HK416 in his hand, so he knows how to talk about M416.

He wears a bulletproof vest on his chest and a helmet on his head, dressed as a mercenary in the Middle East.

"Brother, where are you from?" he looked at me with a wary look in his eyes, but a tone of kindness.

I know this is a disguised kindness, because for them, my strength is so terrifying, he probably hasn't seen anyone like me. I don't know why, it's been a long time since the ability appeared, but it hasn't spread.

Does the state really have that much influence? I don't think so, but why?

This question popped into my mind and couldn't help but make me ponder.

"Brother, what do you want?"

The words of the drug dealer interrupted my musings.

I think he's trying to buy me off, or he's trying to get me to stop.

As I approached them, a group of drug dealers raised their guns on alert.

"Put the guns down for me, put them down for me. ”

This guy should have noticed what happened before, that's why his attitude is so good, this is the fear of death, not how bold he is.

I was standing in front of him, the HK416 on his chest was only 50 centimeters away from me, and he could have picked up his gun at any time, but he didn't.

I saw something like * in some hidden place, and I wondered if they would blow my head out, and after blowing my head, my head would grow back, and if it did, wouldn't it mean I wouldn't die.

Thinking of this, it seems that I am a little eager to try.

Actually, this is just an idea, and I don't dare to take the risk.

It's just talking, but when you face him, whoever you face is scared, even me.

"Intend to buy your life with money?"

Under his gaze, I walked into the stockade in the middle.

He followed me in.

There were three people in the room, all with guns in their hands, but they didn't raise their guns to me.

A fat man, a tall and thin man, and a guy in a military uniform.

That guy is supposed to be the military next door, and it looks like they have some secret plan to do something wrong with the country.

I walked towards the throne, grinning wide, not paying the slightest attention to his gaze.

Their eyes were always on me and never left.

As the mercenary-like man walked in, the door slowly shut.

"Tell me, how much money are you going to spend on your life?"

Sitting on the throne, I picked up a cigar and roasted it on the stove.

"The kid is arrogant, huh?" the man in military uniform snorted coldly.

With a crisp sound of a skull shattering, the man in military uniform collapsed onto the couch.

"Tell me how much. ”

The previous drug dealer leader squeezed a corner out of his face and said to the remaining two: "You also saw it, now we are buying our lives." ”

"Who the hell are you?"

Another crisp sound.

* Mixed with blood, it flowed out of the crack in the man's skull.

Once again, new opportunities are in the air.

"How much do you want?" asked the fat man, who had no intention of resisting, and did not even have any superfluous words.

"How many do you have?" I said, unconcerned, as I picked up my cigar and looked at him.

"Can you eat it?"

The voice was still crisp, and my eyes moved to the drug dealer The drug dealer looked at me with no fear in his eyes, and I didn't like that expression, so I wanted to kill him.

But I didn't show it because I needed money.

He took a card out of the safe, and I could see the cash in the safe, as well as the gold.

I took the card, and he told me the password.

He didn't say a word, and it's rare to see someone so familiar now, so I can't keep him.

I returned to my seat and sat down with a big grin, not asking him what to do if you lied to me, and not caring if the password was real or fake.

Because there's no need to worry about these things, even if it's fake, what can I do? But when the time comes, whether there is him or not, it's a matter of a while, how to kill him?

This small village covers an area of about 20,000 square meters, and I chatted with these drug dealers, and the head of the drug dealers followed me, like a subordinate who accompanied the leader to inspect.

The poppies have not yet bloomed.

But there are a lot of fruits piled up in the warehouse, and transparent glass test-tube flasks fill the small room.

I saw these for the first time on this sunny afternoon, but they didn't pique my interest.

I don't know if I'm immune to these things, or if I can control my desire for these things.

"Would you like to try these things?" the head of the drug dealer began.

There was a hint of cunning in the depths of his gaze, and he probably felt that someone like me had a strong sense of self-confidence and felt that he could overcome this desire, so he would be bold enough to try these things.

But he doesn't know that I'm a life-saving person, even if I can really restrain these things, I won't touch these things, except for strength, nothing can make me desire.

The flesh is just a tool for me to vent, killing people is also venting, and eating is also venting.

It seems that normal people don't understand people like us.

I pinched the drug dealer's shoulder, and the sound of broken bones was accompanied by screams, as well as the sound of bullets being loaded.

"Playing with fire, huh?"

"No, don't dare. ”

Looking at this submissive guy, I suddenly lost interest.

This time I was walking in front, and I heard a woman's voice, in a house not far away.

My gaze shifted in that direction, and the drug dealer's gaze followed my gaze to the house.

I walked towards the house, the head of the drug dealer following me.

"Open the door. ”

I stopped at the door of the house, and the drug dealer immediately ordered his men to open the door.

"Go on your own. Instead of letting his men open the door, he said to the head of the drug dealer.

This guy should be very humiliated, I don't know how many times I have died in his heart, but he can only endure it, only look at my eyes and act, and don't even dare to say a word, this is the benefit of strength.

His arm trembled as he rested on the doorknob, and with his howl of pain, the door was pulled open.

The room was filled with large and small cells, cages to be exact, and inside the cages were women and children.

"What are you going to sell for?"

"Children are, but women are for them. ”

He said to me with a smile as if he were talking about livestock.