"Whew!"

The sound of the flesh tearing apart sounded, and Marcus was like a god of killing, tearing apart the body of the militant with his strong arms, causing a rain of blood to smash his head and face. ／

And in this rain of blood, all kinds of organs, internal organs slipped off, and even the field was wrapped around Marcus's neck.

This is the real brutality, the absolute power to tear the tiger and bear hard, and forcibly tear a living person in half.

There are no adjectives that can fully and completely describe this tragic scene, and when this scene can bring the visual impact of people to the highest level of extreme blood that has never been seen before, Moore's eyes widened, and his mouth was wide open and he fell into a stupor.

The militants were even more unbearable, they forgot to shoot, and some even opened their mouths and vomited with joy.

The brutal godfather cracked his mouth, revealing snow-white teeth that contrasted with blood, and swung the two halves of his body into the middle of the militants.

"Whew!"

The two halves of the human body spun wildly, and the blood water was like a sprinkler truck, turning into a cloud of blood mist and spraying in all directions.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

Half of his body slammed into the militants' bodies, knocking down one after another with the power of the brutal godfather.

Without any pause, the brutal godfather grabbed a living militant again, held it high and tore it in the same way. As soon as his arms were closed, another puddle of flesh poured over him, and then he raised his hand and threw the corpse out and knocked down a group of militants.

At this moment, the brutal godfather's body trembled violently, and his eyes seemed to show a very happy light.

That's right, he was just enjoying it, enjoying the intense pleasure that the hot blood brought him. It is a kind of comfort that normal people can never enjoy, and it is beyond a qiē!

Bathe in blood and sink in brutality!

The brutal godfather had been stained with blood, dripping downward, countless broken entrails tumbling down the top of his head before falling heavily to the ground.

He tore off the field around his neck, stretched out his left hand and squeezed a frightened militant man, and grabbed the opponent's face with his left hand, which was hooked.

The moment he grabbed it, his fingers broke through the flesh and buckled it deeply.

"Ah!! ……”

The militant let out a terrible howl that was not human, and he tried to struggle, but before he could make a quick movement, he heard the screeching sound of his own face being torn off.

It was a sound from hell, the most horrific sound ever heard.

"Snort...... Squeaky ......"

The brutal godfather is tearing at the faces of the militants, with their rootless fingers like iron hooks, with methods that have lost any of the characteristics of civilization.

"Whew! Whew! …… Yes!!! ……”

With a "squeak", Marcus finally tore off the other party's face, and with a slight release of his left hand, he let the other party lie on the ground and roll all over the ground.

"Come, come, come...... Come! Kill, kill, kill......"

Moore was almost stunned, and he swore that even the most ignorant tribe in Africa would not be able to do such a thing!

But now Moore's words don't work at all, and when the brutal godfather unleashes all his brutal side, the militants and policemen who obey Moore's words all choose to flee.

Fear, unprecedented fear, although they all have guns in their hands, although they all have hot weapons to kill. It is the human being, not the machine, that can control the weapon of killing. When the person holding the gun collapses out of fear, the gun loses its original purpose and becomes a pile of scrap metal.

The body is the most powerful weapon, definitely not a gun or a bazooka!

The Brutal Godfather slowly turned around, pressed his torn face against his face, and opened his mouth at the militants, letting out a roar like that of an ancient beast.

"Roar!! ……”

The roar was like thunder, spreading rapidly along the air medium, reaching every corner of the hall and far away along the door. The listener was terrified, and a feeling of fear rose up, and the two trembled, eager to flee to the ends of the earth.

This is the power of one person, one person can make a group of people retreat and fear.

Everyone doesn't believe what they don't see, it's a mistake at all; Everyone thinks they have courage, it's a hypothesis.

When brutality comes out with the extreme, when bloodlust is fully blooming, when the ferocity is incomparable, then it is a person's psychology and spirit that fights.

There was a violent terrorist incident, one person with a knife could chase more than 100 people and flee in a hurry, and more than 100 people were rescued and defended without weapons. But this is not a question of whether there are weapons at all, people who are psychologically weak are weak even if they have the best guns.

Running for one's life is always the easiest way for the weak to choose, and this is their nature. Just like a wolf can drive away a flock of sheep, it is inherently cruel and inherently weak.

Marcus, the brutal godfather, walked up to Moore step by step, stretched out his cheeks covered with bloody human skin, and bared his teeth into a smile.

"Don't come, don't come, or I'll kill, kill, kill you!" Moore grabbed a pistol in his right hand and pointed it at Marcus's head as he retracted his body.

He finally realized that the person in front of him was invincible, even if he had so many people and so many guns.

"Put down the gun, and I'll spare you from dying." Marcus grinned, a smile.

His smile was obscured by the cheekiness on his face, but with a mutilated cheek, it sparkled up and down: three holes, two eyes, one mouth.

The militants, whose faces had been torn off, continued to let out a heart-rending howl of despair, one beat the other, and they rolled in pain in a pool of blood not far away. And the brutal godfather who wears fresh skin and is close at hand......

The eardrum was hit, the vision was impacted, and Moore's right hand was shaking, trembling violently.

The brutal godfather gently stretched out his right hand, slowly grabbed the gun in Moore's hand, and slowly pressed it.

Moore didn't resist and didn't shoot because he was doing something else: peeing.

More precisely, it should not be peeing, it is incontinence.

His pants were wet, and a stream of water ran down his leg with a foul stench.

"Don't, don't, don't kill me......" Moore let out a weak man's soft voice, swallowed his saliva fiercely, and said with a pleading face: "I have money, I will give you money, I will buy my life with money......"

No one is really greedy for money, and when it comes to choosing, everyone will give up money and choose life.

"Hahahaha......" Marcus suddenly let out a loud laugh, ripped off the human skin on his face, stretched out his hand to pat Moore's fat cheek and said loudly: "Sheriff Moore, how is it, is my sincerity enough?" Hahaha...... If that's enough, then we'll work together, two million pounds, that's a pretty good price, how's that? ”

As if it were an amnesty, Moore nodded desperately, and with a non-stop nodding motion, he told Marcus of his absolute agreement.

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