What kind of dress is this? Or is it not a dress at all! It's a real and brutal work, but it doesn't look beautiful, it's just disgusting and heart-wrenching!

Hou Rui, who was standing nearby, finally saw clearly, the so-called black cloth strips on the skirt were simply human arms that had been cut off and dried up, and judging from the wide knuckles on those arms after drying, most of these arms that were wrapped in a circle and tied around the waist of the alliance leader should be the forearms that originally belonged to men. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

No, am I mistaken? How could there be such a thing in the world?

Hou Rui, who was shocked to the limit and shocked to doubt his eyes, shook his head violently, and then he stared at it with wide eyes and took a closer look! That's right, the nearly 100 black stripes around the waist of the alliance leader Dahan were really human arms, and this time when he looked closely, Hou Rui was also horrified to find that on top of the circle of adult arms below, there was also a circle of children's dry arms, and at least more than 100 handsless people and disabled people would be created with this terrifying skirt.

"Is it pretty, outsider?" After silently admiring Hou Rui's surprised and frightened expression, the leader of the alliance spoke, and in order to show the effect of his terrifying skirt, this guy also deliberately shook his hips, making those withered arms swing like skirts.

......Although the other party spoke pure English, and Hou Rui could hear every word in the sentence very clearly, Hou Rui, whose thinking had been disrupted, really didn't know how to answer the other party's question.

The big man in the skirt seemed to enjoy Hou Rui's stunned expression very much, he came to Hou Rui step by step and slowly, and at this time, the alliance soldiers had already searched Hou Rui's M29, and the remaining can of Coke, a few packs of cigarettes and two Playboy magazines were also searched.

The big black man bent down and picked up the playboy magazine that he threw aside, he rolled his eyes a few times and then suddenly grinned: "Hahaha, Western women are too fragile, or are the descendants of our sun stronger, outsiders, are you going to take these things to bribe the warriors of the Alliance?"

"Whoa...... , suddenly, suddenly, suddenly, ......suddenly, suddenly" With the words of the black man, the alliance soldiers present began to cheer and shout again, and shot at the sky, so frightened that the villagers did not dare to come out.

At this moment, the big black man standing in the middle of the clearing was very imposing, he stretched out his hands towards the sky, and then quickly spread and pressed on both sides, and the alliance soldiers on the scene immediately quieted down, and then the big black man ignored Hou Rui, who was in a sluggish state, he turned around and stood in front of the villagers.

"Somebody calls me the Chopper, that's a name I really like, you all know what I'm here for, but I'm going to say a few more words before I get to the start today. As he spoke, the black man suddenly raised the Playboy magazine in his hand and yelled at the crowd with an angry face:

"What do you think is this? This is the Westerners, this is the American thing, and they've been saying that they're going to bring us democracy, to bring us abundance, to bring us freedom, but what are they talking about? It's the bodies of these white women. And what kind of democracy are they talking about? It is the right to vote, the Americans are going to support the government to hold a general election, and every voter needs to press their handprints if they want to vote, and I am here to destroy their hypocritical democracy, I want to cut off your hands, because you don't need the hypocritical democracy brought by the Americans, so that we can proudly continue the life of our ancestors, long live the Libertadores!"

With the roar of the big black man, the Union soldiers present immediately moved into action, they lined up all the men in the village, and led them to the side of the pickup truck one by one, where someone skillfully put a rope around their right wrist, and then passed through the railing of the pickup truck, pulling the man's whole arm straight.

The first man with his arms slatted and straightened had been struggling silently, but how could he be alone against three Alliance soldiers. Then, under the man's desperate and pleading gaze, the black man in the skirt walked over and took a machete handed by his hand.

"I give you eternal freedom now, ha!" with a loud cry from the black man, he slashed down with a knife that cut off one of the man's arms as if it were a wicker.

"Ah......" The man with the severed arm screamed and rolled wildly on the ground, and the blood from the cut of the severed arm was like a fountain, but the soldiers of the alliance were accustomed to watching the excitement, and some people picked up the man's severed arm, turned his head and threw it at the feet of the pickup truck and machine gunner, just next to the ammunition box full of bullets.

After disposing of the first person with his own hands, the black man handed over the work of cutting people's hands to his subordinates, and then this cruel and perverted guy with blood stains on his face returned to Hou Rui's face, staring at Hou Rui's face with a pair of murderous eyes.

"Outsider, who are you? Now answer the question of the hand cutter!" With a mouthful of white teeth, his appearance is indescribably hideous, even Hou Rui, an organizational killer whose hands have been stained with the blood of many people, is a little afraid of him, this is not cowardice, but an instinctive resistance of normal people to madmen.

"......" Hou Rui didn't organize any answer for a while after hearing the question, but Hou Rui's action seemed to anger the black man: "Outsider, didn't you hear me? Or do you want to have one of your hands cut off and answer the hand-chopping man's question?"

Listening to the speech of this black man just now, he must have hated the Americans very much, because the Americans are supporting the government troops in Somalia to fight them, so I definitely can't say that I am an American, but how can I make up a perfect fake identity for a while? It seems that I can only slightly change the details of the story!

After thinking about it quickly, Hou Rui knew that his next answer would be a matter of life and death, so he replied very cautiously: "My name is Douglas Wang, and I am a war correspondent from the United Kingdom. ”

"Hey, hey, hey, the British are not much better than the Americans! They are all enemies of our Liberator Alliance! Tell me, how did you get here? What exactly do you want to do here, are you a Western military adviser hired by the government army?"

"No, no, no, I'm just an ordinary photojournalist, the people from the town of Baka helped me sneak through the blockade, and I'm here to report the truth about your Libertadores and let those in the world who misunderstand you see the truth, that you are fighting with government forces in pursuit of real freedom, and not some separatist terrorists. ”

In order to save his life first, no matter how much he, Hou Rui could say it without hesitation, in order to increase the black man's good impression of him, Hou Rui directly added everything he had just heard.

The black man listened to Hou Rui's explanation, but he tilted his head and stared at Hou Rui's eyes, as if to confirm the truth of Hou Rui's words just now from Hou Rui's eyes.

Half a minute.

One minute.

Three minutes.

In the screams that came from time to time next to him, the big black man stared at Hou Rui motionless for three minutes, and Hou Rui, who had been watching, was furious, and big drops of cold sweat broke out in his heart.

"Yes, the hand-cutter wants to believe you, outsider, you are lucky, because your life is still yours for the time being. Finally, the black man spoke, and what he said made Hou Rui's crazy beating heart temporarily calm.

"Everyone around here calls me the Cutter, but my real name is Captain Muru, an officer of the Libertadorant Alliance, from now on you follow me and see the real Alliance all the way!" Captain Mulu said as he motioned to the Alliance soldier next to him to lower the muzzle of his gun pointed at Hou Rui.

"Captain, this guy is of unknown origin, we can't just trust him so easily!" But suddenly, the funny leader who was standing by and watching coldly screamed, it turned out that this guy also knew English, and spoke well, but what he said made Hou Rui want to kill him immediately.

"Sergeant Kun, are you doubting my Mulu's judgment?" the black man was obviously unhappy, and he looked at the funny leader, who was also Sergeant Kun, with an unkind face.

With the breeze, the rancid smell emanating from Captain Mulu's skirt wafted into Sergeant Kun's nose intermittently, which was obviously an indescribable strong pressure, which not only gradually lowered Sergeant Kun's head, but also made him even lower his voice by several decibels, and after a long time, Sergeant Kun muttered a reply: "Of course it can't be, how can I doubt Captain Mulu's judgment, it's just ......"

"Just what?" Seeing that Sergeant Kun finally gave in, Captain Mulu's voice also lowered, but the threat in his words was undoubtedly stronger.

"It's just that the general once gave an order that anyone who wants to join the alliance must go through the bloody hand ceremony. Sergeant Kun finally mustered up the courage to finish the sentence.

"......" Facing Sergeant Kun, who occupied the commanding heights of the general's order, Captain Mulu thought for a moment, and then suddenly slapped Sergeant Kun's shoulder, turned his head and announced loudly to the other alliance soldiers: "What Sergeant Kun said is not wrong, the general's order is our supreme instruction, and this person will also perform the bloody hand ceremony." As he spoke, Captain Mulu's finger pointed at Hou Rui. (To be continued.) )