The sharp blade sliced through the automatic rifle held by the vulture without the slightest pause, and the fingers holding the handle of the gun were completely separated, and the fragments of the gun and the severed fingers swirled and flew in the air, intertwining and performing a perfect picture of blood and metal. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

But for the "vulture", it is like a hell of death.

"Ahh!!!h

Ten fingers connected to the heart, the sharp pain from the hands made the "vulture" let out a sharp and painful scream, his eyes were bright red, the heart-rending pain almost made the vulture faint on the spot, for a moment, the vulture seemed to really lose consciousness, but the next moment, he woke up from the coma again, and continued to bear the unbearable pain in his life.

"Ahhhh Ahh————!!hh ”

At this moment, the "vulture" has long lost the temperament of a big man in the wilderness, and he screams and rolls on the ground vigorously, trying to relieve his pain in this way. But unfortunately, it was useless, and the pain from the palm of his hand was like a stormy wave, one after another. At this moment, his men, his snipers, his plans, and even the energy chip were forgotten by the "vulture". At this moment, the "vulture" swore that he was willing to pay any price to end this suffering.

Soon, the vulture's wish was granted, and a scalpel passed through his forehead, piercing his head and ending his life with untold suffering.

As for the other thugs, they were no better, and Fei Lun didn't even care about this self-proclaimed "vulture" wilderness boss, in his eyes, all lives were equal, equal come, equal go. Identity, status, strength are meaningless.

All things will come to an end, but death will be eternal.

So the death of the "vulture" is no more special than that of his men, and in fact, those heavily armed thugs have been completely thrown into chaos at the moment. When their boss screamed, most of them didn't even realize what was happening, they just instinctively turned their guns and looked in the direction of the vulture. Immediately afterward, they saw Feron appear in front of them like a grim reaper, the scalpel in his hand slashing through the air, slitting their necks and limbs. Instead of killing them easily, Faren shuttled through the crowd, cutting their limbs and slicing open their chests and abdomen. This feeling made Feron enjoy it very much. He had never liked to use guns, and in Faeron's opinion, there was no way to bring him the joy of strangling a life with his own hands, and only by cutting the scalpel into the enemy's body like this, feeling the touch from his skin, muscles, and bones, and listening to the beautiful and terrible screams, could he feel the value of life.

The value of life and death.

No one could resist Faeron's attack, and those thugs in the wilderness, although fierce, were only jackals in the wilderness after all. Even the second-order sniper that Vulture relied on was the same, and he had hoped to kill the enemy in front of him. But just as he aimed at the target and pulled the trigger, suddenly, the sniper saw a black shadow emerge from his scope, completely blocking his vision. Before the sniper could react to what was going on, the huge mine-like hammer was already whistling in the wind, and after shattering the MK12 sniper rifle in his hand, the wild aftermath slammed the sniper hiding behind the gun directly into the wall not far behind him. Sharp spikes pierced through his thin, near-fragile body, turning him into a puddle of puddle of meat sauce on the crumbling walls.

Now that the "vultures" have been killed by Faerun, they naturally will not continue to fight hard, but quickly choose to flee in all directions. But even so, Faeron did not let them go, he followed behind these thugs like a ghost, and the cold, sharp scalpel slashed into their spines, giving them endless pain and a dark death. In the blink of an eye, the twenty or so heavily armed thugs were dead and wounded, and the only remaining thugs were trembling and slumping to the ground, staring at the figure walking slowly towards them with desperate eyes.

"No, don't kill me, don't kill me!!"

Seeing Feren walking towards him, a sturdy man curled up in the corner in horror, he was one of the previous "RPG God Cult" disciples, because he was far away from Feren, he was lucky to escape. But for the poor creature, when he heard the screams, turned around, and threw away the rocket launcher on his shoulder to fight, he was surprised to find that the people in front of him had almost been completely dismembered.

My God!! It's just a devil!!

The man trembled at the corpse of his companion, he was not a timid man. There is not a single breed of people who survive in the wilderness, and in order to survive, many of them have even eaten rotten human flesh!! Death is not such a terrible thing compared to that nightmarish hell.

But what Feron brought was more than just death.

Behind him, all the corpses were cut to pieces, from elbows to shoulders, from knees to thighs, from chest to waist, and even the heads were not spared. The man had seen him just swing the small scalpel in his hand lightly, and cut half of the head of a thug in front of him evenly, God forbid, he dared to swear, he even saw the tongue lying on the other party's gums, still trembling!!

"No, don't come here!!"

The man let out a heart-rending cry as he walked in, his snot and tears mixed together and ran down his cheeks and into his mouth, making his voice indistinct. But even so, the man cried and struggled to give up. He raised the pistol in his hand, took a trembling aim at the figure in front of him, and then pulled the trigger hard.

"Bang Bang !!"

A series of bullets came out of the gun, but Fei Lun didn't even have the intention of dodging. The bullets didn't hit him at all, they just hit the ground near Feren, splashing a trail of dust. He just walked up to the man and looked at him with a smile on his face. The smile that seemed gentle and graceful made the man's face look like ashes, and he hesitated for a moment, then suddenly raised his pistol, pressed it against his chin, and pulled the trigger hard.

"Click."

However, the pistol, which had already run out of bullets, could no longer bring him relief. The man raised his head and looked at Faeron with a pale and desperate face, his eyes revealing extreme fear and despair.

"Don't worry, only it hurts at first, and it will be over soon..............."

Feeling the man's eyes, Faeron showed a gentle smile, and then he picked up the scalpel and slowly walked in front of the man.

"Don't, don't, don't———!!"

The heart-rending screams rose to the sky, becoming the last echo remaining on the battlefield.

By the time Feren returned to Delin, satisfied, the man had been reduced to a pile of disemboweled pieces of flesh.

"Looks like you've gained something, master?"

Delin still stood still, just smiling and looking at Faeren. And hearing Delin's words, Faeron also nodded.

"Hmm......... I've observed several more mutations, and it seems that these wild dogs in the wilderness are really valuable for research, and I think this should be a very important addition to my observations. ”

As he spoke, Faeron moved his fingers, and with his movements, the silver-white sharp scalpel flicked lightly and disappeared without a trace. Then, Faeron turned his head, glanced around, and then withdrew his gaze.

"Well, our mission is complete, it's time to go back and rest."