Dilapidated afternoons, destroyed alleys, slaughtered ghettos, and an angry monster.

The tragic appearance of the dead companion seems to be that the "dead deer" Kaba, a war boy who has killed a lot, also felt a trace of cold, and a dozen men with loaded guns in the whole room watched the intruder slowly walk in, squatting down to carefully check the old man's injuries, and the wound on Old Jack's severed hand was still bleeding. As a modern urbanite with basic knowledge of first aid, Liu Xinming knows very well that if it is a little later, it will be too late for him to do anything.

Clenched his teeth tightly, pinched the old man's remaining wrist with his hand, squeezed it hard, and replaced the binding belt with his superior strength, almost instantly, the blood flow was stopped, and the old man's breathing in the coma became much smoother, and as long as he was no longer injured, his life would never be in any danger.

The tall figure stood up slowly, what kind of face was that, the twisted and deformed facial features, like an over-inflated balloon, except for the burning flames in the eyes, the whole face was completely invisible.

"Come one by one..."

There is no wavering tone, and there is anger that can destroy a planet.

In the past, "prey, step by step, people who thought they were hunters were like raw meat on a chopping block, and they had no idea of resisting, because how could meat resist the butcher." Kaba and his guards have killed countless people for decades, and the blood debt behind them can form a shallow stream. But ah, in front of the real angry and burning demon kings, they are just weak bugs, no different from other weak humans.

The terrible face was aimed at one of the war boys closest to him, so strong that he fought against the Brotherhood and single-handedly entered one of the Brotherhood's camps, only to find him drinking on the blood-stained ground, with a blazing fire behind him.

"You! Involved in all this, right? What about the little human girl? Hand it over! ”

His tongue was knotted, his blood was clotted, his trembling hands couldn't grasp his gun, and for a long time, he couldn't say a word.

The Demon King's patience is limited, especially now. With a wave of his hand, more than half of the man's body was evenly painted against the walls of the dilapidated hut, and the miserable howl was so familiar that it was indistinguishable from the scavengers he despised as "cowards."

The first example appeared, and it seemed that it had finally awakened the extreme of fear. You must know that human beings are creatures, the ultimate in sadness is madness, and the extreme in fear is anger. At this point, the cruel end of his companion and the tragic cry of death finally allowed Kaba and the rest of the guards to break through the limits of fear.

"Ahh

The hoarse howl that did not resemble a human voice was accompanied by the frantic fire of a dozen guns, and in an instant, the demon king was drowned in gunsmoke, motionless, allowing hundreds of bullets to strafe at him, only moving slightly to ensure that he completely blocked the old man behind him.

"Click-" The sound of empty bullets one after another seemed to herald the death of everyone, one, two, just one breath, only Kaba was still standing intact, his personal guards were now really "close" to protect him in an almost fluid form.

Kaba's brain was now blank, the gun in his hand fell to the ground, and the whole person could no longer support his weight and sat on the dirty, blood-stained ground.

The demon just crouched in front of him, and he decided not to take on anything anymore, everything was fake. In the face of real horror, both himself and Lao Qiao are like young children in the family, inferior and ridiculous.

"Where's that little girl?" The same question, the body that was asked this question dozens of seconds ago has finally ended its painful struggle and has fallen into the coldness of death forever. Kaba had given up, and he didn't want to hide anything in front of the god of death.

"The boss told us to take the little girl to the fortress, and if the old man could tell us where the Sigma was, we would do whatever we wanted."

Staring at the two burning flames, Kaba smiled indifferently, as if he understood something

"Actually, it's not necessary, Sigmar, we should have known what we are to you beings."

Turning around and carrying the old man on his back, the Demon King left Kaba, who was sitting on the ground, and walked out of the door. My sister had to be rescued, and since Old Joe didn't let these people hurt Celia, she must still be useful. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that this use is to force yourself to comply, but even then, for the Demon King, it should not be good news for Liu Xinming. My sister is still alive, at least until she achieves Old Joe's goal. Now he had to get Old Jack to a safe place, and he no longer believed in the tattered slums, he thought of a good place, and it was unlikely that Old Joe would be able to storm it with men in his presence. In this way, he strode out of the "home" that had become a ruin.

Kaba trembled and took out a cigarette, lit it slowly, tried many times before he succeeded in holding it in his mouth, listening to the footsteps in the distance, laughing so miserably.

His eyes could no longer see anything, only two flames, beating in front of his eyes, in the flames, everything he had ever done, constantly repeating, every harm he had done to others, bringing the same amount of pain to him now, but only pain.

He has hurt too much in his life, and he must pay it all back before he can leave, which is the "order" of the Demon King. Kaba's current consciousness is that his limbs are dissociated, his mouth and nose are sealed, bleeding, suffocating, endless pain, and his physical body is not freed, he cannot be unconscious, that is too luxurious.

"In the end, the big guys really hold grudges... Rats are just rats in the end. ”

In what kind of mentality he said such a thing, no one knows anymore, a cruel soul who betrayed and betrayed everyone, can only be purified in this way, until his physical decay can end.

When the old man with a bloody face was carried in by his nearest "old customer", the traveling merchant was really startled. He was just about to close the door when he saw two bloodied men rushing into the room.

Helping the injured person to the bed, You Shang's fat shoulder was held down by the Demon King. The dancing flame was temporarily extinguished, and the blue eyes seemed to have tears in them.

Without saying anything, the wanderer nodded. As a man like him, he knew very well what had happened today, and he knew what this powerful Sigmar was going to do. There wasn't much he could do, but he knew that he would never offend this person in the future, and he had a hunch that this time, Old Joe would not be so easy to get rid of this life chaser.

The Demon King turned around and went out, and the fat body of the wandering merchant sat back on his mahogany "Taishi Chair" that he had bought from the east, looking at the clouds accumulating in the sky, as if he was talking to himself, as if he was explaining something to someone

"It's going to change, let's go home."

Behind him, a thin man in black in the shadows bowed and quickly left the room.

didn't even look at the man, You Shang still looked at the dark clouds in the sky as if it was none of his business, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously pulled out a strange smile.