Chapter 234: Painful Choice!

Cowell sat silent, powerless to resist, and he knew that it was useless to resist. Now the power is in the hands of Jiekun, and their lives no longer belong to them.

Whoever Jie Kun wants to die now, he has to die! Because he has this ability, and he has this strength.

Retracting the scythe, Jack Kun praised him again for a good job, looking at the exhausted Cowell. He smiled and put the sickle down and sat back in the driver's seat.

All along, from the creation of the small town of Cowill, dominate the side. to the later storming of the prison and the destruction of the prison. Later, he took over the camp and attacked the Doomsday Legion base.

Cowell has always been very confident, as a strong man, dominating everything. He never felt scared, never threw in the towel, and never tasted defeat.

It is precisely because of this that he is so embarrassed and loses completely!

The scythe was placed on the iron table, the wooden handle was stained red with blood, and the blade was covered with minced flesh. Cowell lost count of how many walking corpses he had killed with it.

When he killed the walking corpse, Ren had an idea in his heart, and that was to kill Jie Kun! His personality makes him unable to let go, even if he doesn't say it, he will remember it in his heart for a lifetime.

This kind of person, unless you kill him, if you provoke him, he will definitely pay back doubled. Even if it's not today, tomorrow, it's in the future.

Jie Kun drove the car back to the cemetery. He was in a good mood, inserted a tape, played an English song, and couldn't help but twist his body while driving.

His whistle came from this English song. Amplifying the sound, Jie Kun slammed into the walking corpses on the road, twisting his body very excitedly and slapping the steering wheel with his fingers.

The car drove quickly, and after a while it was back at the cemetery, and drove down the path into the woods. Colwell leaned back in his seat, his eyes glazed over.

Pulling the car to a halt, Jay Kun took off his gloves and walked over to Cowell. Patted him on the shoulder and said, "It was an unforgettable trip!" ”

He knew that Cowell hated himself, that he was full of anger, that he wanted to be like himself, to smash his head with a hammer and smash him into a pile of meat sauce.

Cowell looked up and gave him a hateful look in his eyes. Jie Kun smiled with his white teeth, he hated this look, and felt that his heart was not satisfied.

It was this look that made Jie Kun murderous again, and felt that it seemed necessary to continue playing this game until he was satisfied.

"I know, you must hate me in your heart! Because I killed two of your companions at once, and in front of you, so that you could see this scene clearly. ”

"Nothing, it could be worse than this! After all, it is indeed not an easy task to let the former overlord bow his head to me. ”

As he spoke, Colwell grabbed a bucket of gasoline from the car, twisted the lid open, and poured it down Colwell's head, wetting his whole body.

He then grabbed him by the hair and dragged him out of the car and to the camp people. They were still on their knees, and Tal pointed a gun at them, just waiting for Jakun's order.

Jakun grabbed Cowell by the hair, threw him next to the thin man whose head had been cut off in half by the scythe, pulled Ma San over, and poured gasoline on Ma San's body.

Before it was over, he was so frenzied that he poured a boy from the camp on his head. Seeing this, Cowell roared and struggled like crazy.

Seeing his frightened expression, Cowell smiled with his white teeth, and he took a lighter, put one hand in his pocket, and walked over to the boy.

"I care about you, and I want you to make changes and recognize yourself. But that damn look in your eyes, it tells me that you didn't recognize your mistake! ”

"That look, it's like I pulled a piece of in your face and said thank you to you!"

Jie Kun gritted his teeth and played with the lighter, stroking the boy's head with his other hand. The boy had big eyes and looked at Jie Kun cutely, not afraid of him.

He was only a little over three years old and didn't know so much, and Jakun asked for a piece of chocolate from Tár, and he smiled and handed it to the boy, who politely said thank you.

Jack Kun was happy and reluctant to kill this child, but everything depended on Cowill's attitude. He decided to give him a chance to prove himself.

Jakun instructed Tal to bring the scythe from the car. Colwell fell to his knees, and Jakun used his clothes to wipe the blood off the scythe.

Then he took the scythe and handed it to him, Cowell's hand was shaking, and he didn't know what he was going to do when he took the scythe? Looking up at him in fear, tears welled up in his eyes.

Jie Kun smiled and crouched down, leaned close to his ear and told him to cut off the boy's head!

Cowell was taken aback when he heard this, and glanced at the innocent and cute boy who was eating chocolate, and thought that Jay Kun was too cruel. He shook his head in refusal, not wanting to do so.

Cowell then ordered his men to sprinkle gasoline on the rest of the camp, and brought Zhou Rui from a car and knelt down opposite him.

Seeing Zhou Rui, Cowell wanted to get up and resist, but was held up with a gun by his subordinates behind him, so he had to kneel down from scratch. He kept looking at Zhou Rui, and his heart was very tormented.

Tal took a bucket of gasoline and splashed it on Zhou Rui's body, slamming the empty oil drum on the ground. Cowell was in tears of despair, and kept saying no.

"Please!! No!!! Don't do that......" Cowell lowered his head, tears falling into the sand on the ground, smashing a few wet spots.

Jie Kun scolded and damned! I didn't expect him to be forced to cry, this is not what he wants to see. He tossed the lighter to Tal and told him to do it at any time.

"Either you do what I say, or they'll all be scorched by fire because of your decision!"

After Jiekun finished speaking, Tal turned on the lighter, and heard the sound of the lighter lid opening open, Cowell looked at Zhou Rui with pity in his eyes, and took the sickle in his hand.

He got up from the ground, walked behind the boy, and stood there in pain with his scythe in hand. The boy's father, as if having guessed something, gritted his teeth and nodded at him.

That's his son, his flesh and blood! But in order to save the lives of these people, they had to make trade-offs. Cowell knew how much pain it felt to be able to make this decision.

Zhou Rui shook his head at him and signaled him not to, and Ma San also signaled not to save him and let the child live. The eighth also had tears in his eyes, shook his head at him, and chose to keep the child.

Jakun began to count down, and there were only three counts. When he counted from three to two, Cowell wanted to keep Zhou Rui for selfishness, said sorry to the child, and raised the sickle.

Under Jakun's gaze, Colwell let out a roar of pain and slashed the scythe down......