This wall is densely covered with words, or names written in blood??? Want?? Reading ·

I guess these are the names of these first-class slaves, they know that their death is approaching, and they have no hope of escaping from the island in this life, and they don't want to be left alone to know who they really are after death, so they use this "strategy".

I watched silently, and to be honest, Beard was more optimistic than me, and he was also a typical optimist, but at this moment, he was not optimistic.

He was like me, and at last we walked towards the pile of dead people with our faces strained.

I crouched next to them and watched them. They have long since lost their vital signs, and even have thick necks, purple lips, and some nosebleeds, which indicates that they have all been poisoned. In addition, they have one thing in common.

Half of their index fingers were broken, and the names on the walls were all written by them in this way.

I paid special attention to the frying pan again, because his position was very conspicuous, and his expression was still frozen in the moment before he died, as if he was complaining.

I didn't know what else he wanted, so I muttered, "What do you need my brother to do?" ”

The beard had not spoken, and like a brute bull, he finally leaned forward, reached out and grabbed the pan, and let the corpse carry it.

I asked the beard, "What are you going to do?" ”

Beard looked around and replied coldly, "This is not a good place, they will eventually bury their bones here, and if they don't get it, it will affect the reincarnation in the next life." ”

I know Beard is a little superstitious, but I agree with him from the bottom of my heart.

I discussed with the beard that we couldn't take all the dead away, so we would pick the ones we knew and were familiar with, and give them a ride to the best of our ability.

My brothers and I got busy, and the jeep outside the door ended up with nine dead people on it, all of them stacked together like building blocks.

During this period, I did not find Uncle De's body. He was the oldest of these first-class slaves, and he had the worst legs. I wonder where this old guy died? I don't believe that he could survive after such a big trouble, and even what is the difference between this and a miracle?

I wanted to piggyback on him and give him a good ending??? Want?? The problem is, I can't find anyone for him.

Not long after, two mercenaries, driving another jeep, arrived in front of the small dilapidated building together, and they were stunned by the strangeness of our jeep.

They asked us, "What do you do?" ”

Instead, I reached out and asked, "Do you have a phone or a camera?" ”

The expressions of the two men became more and more strange, but for the sake of their companions, a mercenary felt in his pocket and took out a transsion mobile phone.

The average person rarely knows about this brand, because it has little or no market share in the mainland, but I know it, especially its biggest advantage is that it solves the problem of difficult face recognition when black people take pictures.

I said in my heart that the environment would be very dim when taking pictures for a while, and this phone could also help me a little.

I fiddled with it as I turned around and ran back into the building. The mercenary who borrowed my mobile phone, with a sense of curiosity, got out of the jeep and followed me all the way.

I came to the front of the wall of blood, and I took three pictures of the names. When the mercenary saw the dead people, he understood them as soon as he contacted them. But he still asked me, "What is the purpose of writing down the names of these dead people?" ”

I shook my head and didn't answer. Then I returned the phone to the mercenary, and I also emphasized to him that he must take care of this photo, and after a while I look for him, he will copy the photo to me.

Of course, I also asked what the mercenary was called. He said, his name is Rupee.

I silently wrote it down. After getting out of the small dilapidated building again, I sat back in the jeep and joined the beard. The beard asked me, "Are you leaving this island next?" ”

His intention was for us to find a place to bury the bodies of these pans in the sea.

And I still have one thing in mind, and even when I think about it, I have a big temper in my heart. ??? Want?? Reading ·

I pointed to the villa not far away and replied to the beard, "Let's go, look at Imu's group of dogs." ”

The beard's expression first paused, and then sank.

The beard drove the car at a fast pace. I couldn't feel the bumps, let alone the discomfort of riding in the car.

After such a while, those mercenaries also gave face to the beard, and did not execute the execution. And Imu, they don't know what to think, represented by Imu, are all excited.

When Beard and I came to Imu, he was swearing openly. Then what he said, they are all men who stand up to the sky, aren't they just dead? What are you afraid of, our gang of Baga, if you pay attention to it, you will give them death.

Of course, I didn't listen to Imu's unnutritious, and I squatted in front of Imu.

At this time, there were still dark clouds in the sky, and there was a faint sound of thunder, and the whole island was also blowing one by one. It's all a sign before a rainstorm.

The beard took advantage of the time to look at the sky, and he didn't squat with me.

I didn't care about my beard, but pointed to the dead man in the jeep and said to Imu, "In this life, you have to be reasonable in everything you do, otherwise you will not even be as good as a beast." And I divide sinners into two kinds, one is the lesser evil people, they often do things that harm others and benefit themselves for their own selfishness, and even sin because of this, but in some ways, they can be understood. In addition, there is a kind of great evil person, the most hateful thing about this kind of person is to burn, kill, loot, do all kinds of evil, and kill innocents indiscriminately. I'll ask you again, why did you kill these first-class slaves, you give me a reason! ”

Imu looked at me with disdain, snorted, and finally took a sip.

This big gulp of spittle was all in my face.

If at this moment, he could repent, or for some reason, I could more or less be relieved, and even forgive them a little, but Imu not only did the opposite, but also humiliated me.

The other guards laughed wildly and shouted, "Kill us, we're not afraid of death!" ”

Beard stared at me, then at Imu, and scolded, "You're crooked." He wanted to beat Imu again.

I stopped my beard and silently wiped the saliva off my face.

The mercenaries also looked at me, and the tall mercenaries took the lead and said, "Brother, get out of the way, we'll shoot them all." ”

All of a sudden, I laughed, too, and I laughed up. The mercenaries frowned in confusion.

I said to the beard, "Come, let's tear the shirts of the beasts of Imu together." ”

The beard couldn't feel my veins anymore, but he did. Soon, Imu and the others were all shirtless.

And they are all tied up, and it is simply impossible to resist or stand up.

The tall mercenaries came to my side, and they, foreigners, couldn't hide anything in their hearts, so they asked whatever they wanted.

He wanted to know what the hell was I going to do. I touched his waist and pulled out his Gurkha scimitar.

I held up my scimitar and said to everyone, "These plasterers are so evil that they even shout that they are not afraid of death." Well, let's fulfill them, respect them, and use the most glorious way to give death, so that they can go all the way. ”

Beard suddenly understood, and interjected, "Caesarean section? ”

I snorted and walked over to one of the guards beside Imu, who I remembered was second only to Imu in the scream.

He looked at the Gurkha scimitar, suddenly frightened, and tried to twist his body and retreat. I didn't care about him, and finally aimed at his lower abdomen, and stabbed the scimitar hard.

The scimitar was so sharp that I didn't feel any hindrance at all, and the white knife went in and the red knife came out, and when the knife was drawn, the guard shouted like a pig. He had such a hole in his stomach exposed, and there was a lot of blood inside.

I asked the tall mercenary, "How long will it take for this man to bleed to death with such an injury?" ”

The tall mercenary was not frightened by the scene, but replied coldly, "In four hours." ”

He then added, "This kind of death is cruel!" Very good! ”

I looked at the others coldly. The other guards, including Imu, all changed color when they saw such a terrifying scene.

Beard snatched the Gurkha scimitar from my hand, and he did the rest.

He poked a hole in the guards' stomachs. The moment each knife fell, the guard Bao Zhun screamed miserably.

The beard was also definitely deliberate, and finally came to Imu.

Imu's whole face turned white, and then the rain also fell, crackling, and bubbling on the ground.

Imu looked at his beard and trembled and muttered, "I, I......"

Beard didn't give Imu a chance to speak, and covered his mouth with his hand. Next, Beard deliberately took care of Imu and cut him twice in the lower abdomen. Both knives are the size of a child's palm, and they are still cross-flowered.

A large section of Imu's intestines was left at once, and they were all dark blue.

Imu's whole face was distorted, and he wanted to roll on the ground, but the problem was that he couldn't do it at all.

Beard and I took a few steps back and looked at the group of mortal evildoers. The beard also lifted the Gurkha scimitar flat, allowing the rain to hit the scimitar and wash away the blood on it.

In addition to the silent rain, I also heard the wind. The wind was so strong and faint that I could hear a cry in the wind.

I looked up at the sky and said to myself, could it be those first-class slaves who died? After they saw what happened to Imu and these people, did they collectively cry to me again?

I reminisced about the people in the pan, and I remembered some of the moments when I and Beard came into contact with them, especially since we had eaten and drunk together on the farm.

I let out a long sigh and shouted to the sky, "You guys go well, brother, I can't do anything else, so I'll send my brother a few people off." ”

My beard and I always carried our rifles, so I took the rifle off and removed the muffler. I held my rifle and slammed it up against the sky.

The gunfire was harsh, but as soon as the gunfire rang out, the wind became louder.

With a beard and a stiff face, he also followed me, holding a rifle and shooting at the sky.

The tall mercenaries kept an eye on the two of us, and eventually they followed suit, but they only shot us into the sky. Maybe they cherish bullets and don't want to waste too much. Then they turned to the sky and saluted. (To be continued.) )