Pitifully looked down on by Takahashi, the black wings slammed down the atmosphere of despair.

"Fight!"

A gang member gritted his teeth and raised his rifle to aim at Takahashi.

He pressed the trigger with unprecedented determination, and the black angel came with complete killing intent, this was not a normal battle with the police in the city.

Because whether it is a gang or a policeman, everyone shoots for show, who is not for a bite to eat, why do you have to fight to the death, can't you just squeeze oil and water from the people?

Therefore, when the war started, most of the muzzles of the guns were pointed towards the sky or the surrounding houses, and a few people could not die if the guns were put on for a day, and the two sides would shake hands and make peace after the battle.

The only thing that suffers is the civilian people in the war zone, when the big drug lord is in a good mood, he will give a little funeral expenses to the casualties, and when he is in a bad mood, think about why he has not been favored by God.

After all, everyone dies, but the big drug lords let them end their hard journey in Les Miserables earlier.

"Da !!"

The muzzle of the rifle was full of tongues of fire, but it was undoubtedly tickling for Takahashi, and a slight flick of his wings could knock the bullet away.

"Phew!"

Even under the ability of the Eye of the Blood Wheel, Takahashi pitifully pinched a fast-hitting bullet with his fingers with great interest, all of which made the gang who fired the gun feel like a dream.

She just tilted her head and said, I'm sorry, you're weak.

The villagers next to the fire were already frightened and speechless, and even the bucket in their hands fell to the ground with a bang.

The gang members who pulled the trigger were already desperate for the ...... of "can't win," and the weapons that usually used to be powerful were now not much more powerful than a toothpick, "How can humans be able to defeat angels." ”

Under Takahashi's pitiful gaze, the weapon in his hand was simply a toy gun.

"Bang!"

Just when he had fallen into despair, tears about to flow from his eyes due to the weight of despair, suddenly there was a gunshot behind his head.

The gunshot was abrupt, and the back of the head reacted accordingly at the first sound of the gunshot.

The skull is shattered, the brain is splashed, red and white are mixed.

"Fernando, you can go in peace......"

The shot was fired at his partner behind him, who also had an Andean eagle tattooed on his arm and blue smoke from the muzzle of his pistol.

Pulling out the gun and aiming and shooting is smooth, and I don't know how many times I have done the trick of shooting in the back to master such proficiency.

The companion who was stabbed in the back didn't know what happened until he died, but a quick and steady shot can be regarded as a painless solution to the sinful life.

After the backstabbing blow, the tattooed bandit immediately threw away the gun in his hand and knelt on the ground with his hands raised high: "God, Lord Angel, I have already killed this damn impudent guy!" ”

As he spoke, he immediately threw himself to the ground, eager to fly to the sky and kiss the tip of Takahashi's poor shoe.

Kneeling means surrender, an action common to cultures all over the world, and it is also true in animals, an action that has been engraved in mammalian genes tens of millions of years ago.

"I'm different from them, I didn't kill many people, and joining the Gitans family is a last resort, if you want to slaughter Jitans, I can also help you, I know where their strongholds are......"

"I've wanted to do everything to them!"

Takahashi could only see that the man was surrendering, but the meaning of Castilian was completely unclear to his ears.

It's also a bit like the feeling of Yakuza constantly flicking her tongue in the island underworld movie.

"If you think you can, I'm willing to be your follower...... Are you defaulting? ”

After listening for a minute or two, she still couldn't understand what the other party was saying, Takahashi gradually lost patience, she raised her arm, and pointed her white fingertips at the other person's forehead.

In the anime world, the island Chinese language is spoken throughout the universe, and in the real world, it is obvious that a member of the Mexilica gang cannot be expected to learn the island Chinese.

"Don't, don't kill me, haven't we reached an agreement, have you all acquiesced?"

The Mexilica people looked down on life and death, but this was the first time they had seen transcendent murder.

Adults can't bother to cover the children's eyes, anyway, as long as they live in Mexilica, cruel things will be seen sooner or later, so it's better to see and strengthen your heart as soon as possible.

"Diego, Diego, don't go over!"

Just when Takahashi was about to ruthlessly deprive him of his life, Diego in the crowd finally broke through the barrier of the adults.

Like a jaguar, he stooped forward and picked up the pistol that had been thrown away by the bandits.

The safety bolt of the pistol has been opened, and the pistol in the hands of a child is a killer weapon that is out of control.

"Come back soon!"

"Put down your gun, and don't take up arms before the angels."

"Throw away the gun!"

Diego knelt on the ground in dirty clothes, and another kneeling man appeared on the ground.

"Lord Angel, please let me kill him!"

"Please let me kill him! I want to avenge my mother! Gently you!! ”

Diego held a heavy pistol in both hands, kowtowing like pounding garlic, each blow making the ground make a crisp thump.

He had already recognized the angel as the Oriental woman he had seen on the side of the road before, and she must have sensed the death of a good person and came to sweep away the evil!

Takahashi still couldn't understand Diego's words, but she had seen Diego's heart-rending shouts outside the fire.

Human language may be different, but most of the emotions are the same, and the pain of losing a loved one Takahashi has also experienced.

And Diego experienced more pain than he did at the beginning, at least after his father's death, he was not insulted by someone hanging on a tree.

Holding a gun and kowtowing, he should want to take revenge with his own hands, just like what he once did.

Diego kowtowed with all his strength, and his forehead, which was a little shriveled by the wind and heat, was dripping with blood.

"Hmm."

Hearing Takahashi's pitiful soft hum, Diego was like a sinner who had been forgiven by God, and he raised his head and swept towards the bandit with hatred.

Double-grasped pistols, the muzzle of which is infinitely magnified in the eyes of the bandits.

"Go to hell!"

The bandit's eyes widened, he thought that one day he would die at gunpoint, after all, living in such a country, even a good person who has never done anything bad can guarantee that he will die well? But I didn't expect that death would be pointed at gunpoint by a half-grown child.

"Bang!"

Although Diego's skeleton was large under malnutrition, he was as thin as a hemp rod and a shriveled little chick, and as soon as the bullet flew out of the muzzle, the recoil of the recoil shook the pistol backwards, and the handle smashed directly on Diego's head.

"Ahh

There were two screams, one was that Diego was caught off guard and was injured by a pistol, and the other was a bandit.

Diego's shooting skills are not good, and he has not achieved a fatal blow at such a close distance, but only pierces the opponent's left arm.

"You little bunny, I'm going to kill you!" The bandit's eyes were red, and it seemed that he would be unable to escape death today, but he would have to pull on a cushion before he died.

In desperation, he suddenly burst out with a strong desire to destroy, and with his right hand he pulled out a short knife and dagger from his belt, and if it was possible, he even wanted to bring the entire village and town to bury him.

"Ahh

Seeing the bandit coming with his right hand drawn, Diego turned pale with fright and hurriedly picked up the pistol on the ground again.

"Bang bang bang!!"

This time with preparation, Diego was finally not injured by the recoil.

But a pair of dirty hands who are only good at climbing trees and picking avocados are really not talented in marksmanship.

"Ahh Yes! ”

After firing a shuttle of bullets, the bandit still did not die, but rolled on the ground with his mouth wide open and wailed.

shoulder blades, arms, wrists, stomach, thighs.

Diego shot his opponent in the body, but each shot was not fatal.

"You bastard, you bitch, you can't shoot...... you off......"

The bandits were desperate, and all kinds of Mexilica curses mixed with English came as soon as they opened their mouths, hoping that this kid would give him a good time.

"Click, click, click."

The veins in Diego's head bulged, and there were no bullets in the pistol, and the only sound of pulling the trigger was the click of mechanical idling.

He gasped like a dying cow before he stopped pulling the trigger and moved forward in despair.

The wasteland was covered with blood, the agonized bandits were moving like earthworms, and Diego trembled and grasped the dagger on the ground.

"Yes, that's it, you slash my neck with a knife and kill me, hurry up!"

The bandits taught the child how to kill himself, and if it weren't for the fact that his arms were really weak, he would have wiped his neck and killed himself.

Think of him as a prestige in Mitchen, when he will be watched like an animal in a glass case.

"Ahh

Diego can use a knife, but killing people is obviously not the same as cutting grain and meat.

Pierced back and forth by sharp knives, the bandits' shouts and curses became smaller and weaker.

"Hooha, hooha, hooha......"

Diego stopped his piston-like thrusting motion five minutes later and took a few steps back with blood on his face, the bandit had stopped yelling three minutes earlier.

Seeing Diego's appearance, the villagers retreated in shock, and the little kid who was usually amused turned out to have such a murderous side.

Adults were so frightened that their hearts were beating wildly, not to mention the children of the same age who usually played with Diego, all of them covered their eyes and hid behind the adults.

In their eyes, Diego at this moment is more terrifying than the bandits, the bandits only exist in the 'legends' passed down by word of mouth, but Diego's murder actually happened in front of their eyes.

"Phew."

Holding the dagger knife in his hand, Diego wiped the blood from his left cheek.

The left eye was so bloodstained that it couldn't be opened, and the only one that opened was the right eye, as if he wanted to re-understand the world.

"Brando......

As Diego stumbled along, a villager in the crowd finally carefully shouted Diego's surname.

"I, am I getting my revenge?"

The corpses of the bandits on the wasteland are unbearable to look at, especially one face, which has completely turned into some indescribable monster thing.

However, the methods used by the bandits to kill people will only be more brutal than this, and the targeted targets will eventually become flesh-smelling objects, which will then be delivered to the victims' homes by couriers.

"Revenge, you've got revenge." An adult shouted at Diego with the courage of courage.

"Amen."

No matter how small the village is, there are priests, of course, the priests are not from professional seminaries, they can usually be doctors or small businessmen.

Diego lived in a village where he also had a priest, an amiable man in his seventies.

Seventy-something is not uncommon in island nations, but it can be said that in rural Mexilica it is a long life.

Of course, the longevity pastor was not a laborer on the farm, and he had two or three plantations under his name, all of which were divided among his sons.

Some of his children and grandchildren have stayed in the local area, and some have already moved to other safe cities, and the second son he is most proud of has immigrated to the country of hope for Amelika.

"Amen." The pastor was still wearing farm clothes, and an older generation of farmers like him could not get rid of the smell of dirt.

The old man held the cross in his hand, and looked at Takahashi's pitiful eyes full of longing, like a dead house fan seeing love shake dew.

However, this kind of gaze is also normal, evangelism has developed for 2,000 years to the present, hundreds of millions of fans, and I am afraid that there are not many who can see angels with their own eyes.

Of course, we must get rid of those dreamers who dream and take drugs.

"O Father the Almighty, the Most High, the heavens were made by the words of your mouth, and all the Vientianes were made by the breath of your mouth: may all the earth fear your holy name......

In order to maintain his majestic image, Takahashi did not speak, and if he wanted to speak, he had to know what the other party was talking about, but she really didn't understand the Castilian language.

Looking at the dazed angel, the old priest himself was a little dazed.

He didn't know where he had heard it—I communicated with God in Castilian, flirted with women in German, spoke with gentlemen in hair, and trained war horses in German.

Isn't it said that 'Castilian is the language of communication with God'? Why angels don't seem to understand Castilian.

Fortunately, when he was young, the old man traveled from south to north, and mastered not only Castilian, but he also paid tribute to Takahashi in rusty, grammatically confused English.

This once again poked Takahashi's poor blind spot.

Her English level is also the level of high school students in the countryside of the island country, at most excellent high school students in the countryside of the island country, standard dumb English, and the serious English accent of Amei Lika can't understand it when she speaks it quickly, let alone chicken roll flavor English.

Coupled with the fact that religious prayers are not ordinary, the two scratched each other for a while.

Catch the blind and catch the blind, and no one in the surrounding villagers dares to show disrespectful expressions.

Only Diego, whose revenge just now seemed to have completely swept away his cowardice, and looking at the anxious performance of the kind old priest, he suddenly snatched a mobile phone from the crowd and ran.

"Please let me follow you." Diego let go of his fist, and the blood-stained dagger slid to the ground, "I'm going to kill them all!" Even if I die, it doesn't matter if I am buried in hell! ”

Like most poor people who can't see a way out, Diego's mother pinned her hopes on an ethereal religion, and at the same time instilled faith in the little Diego, as long as they obeyed the law and did not sin, they would definitely enter a beautiful paradise after death.

"Oh, Siri, translate my words!"