Chapter Twenty-Seven: No Savior!

"Let go of that witch!"

The black-haired boy nodded to Deathstroke and leaped out of the bushes where he was hiding, shouting at the villagers with their backs to them.

The men, who were in high spirits and were about to have a good time, were suddenly interrupted by Yaxing, and immediately turned around in annoyance, only to see a twelve-year-old boy standing there menacingly.

"I thought it was a demon who came to save her, but I didn't expect it to be a foreign tourist child who didn't know whether to live or die!"

A strong male villager said viciously: "There is no law at all in the countryside where there is no 'Markov' in the tourist guidebook, and it is all up to the village elders' council to decide?" We are enforcing the laws of our ancestors, don't meddle in our business, and get out of the way, or we will kill you in vain! ”

Damian was roaring in English with a pure accent, and he had black hair that looked like a Chinese national, neither of these two countries was a superpower that a small country could afford to provoke, and there were also people with a little insight among the villagers, who were afraid of not wanting to cause trouble to the village.

Hearing that shout, the girl's already dull eyes suddenly flashed with a glimmer of hope, and she raised her head to peek at the pain, but only saw a child younger than her, and immediately lay down in disappointment.

"I'm easily scorned on the outside, which is a plus when I fight a strong enemy, but it's a disadvantage when it comes to intimidating trash fish." The black-haired boy shrugged, took out a pistol from behind him as he spoke, raised the gun with one hand and aimed at the strong man, and said, "So, I prepared this, now you can pay attention to me, right?" ”

It was a Magnum Eagle large-caliber pistol, the boy's small hands were almost disproportionately held, and the black hole muzzle and silver-white metallic luster showed that the gun was not a children's toy, but a real thing.

The villagers were really shocked, but the strong man who bore the brunt of the attack said: "What are you afraid of, he is a small child, it is not easy to hold such a heavy gun, even if it is a real gun, he can't stand the huge recoil, and he can't hit ......it accurately at all."

"Bang~!"

The dull sound of gunfire echoed in the night sky of the forest, startling a large flock of sleeping birds.

Before he finished speaking, the young man fired, and the strong man's crotch exploded with blood, and he screamed and knelt on the ground with his exploded lower body like a pig.

"You're on the list of direct flights to Thailand, so I'll help you do the excision in advance." The young man sneered and said: "Who else thinks that my marksmanship is not accurate enough, stand up and speak in one step, remember to stand with your legs apart, otherwise it will be easy to scratch the major artery in your leg." ”

More than 20 meters away from a shot to explode a small hook, this kind of accuracy obviously proves that the teenager has definitely practiced, the marksmanship is quite good, and he will not shoot like a novice who has just held a gun but can only shoot birds, the villagers suddenly became cowardly, and involuntarily clamped their legs.

The old man who spoke before hurriedly said: "Things are not what you imagined, that girl is an evil witch, she is not worth your risk to rescue, we have the right to execute the witch, you have no right as a foreigner!" If you kill a villager, the Markov police and army won't let you go! ”

"What do you know, witches should be saved!"

The black-haired boy viciously threatened, "Stupid hillbillies, do you know that witches are the primary productive force, and their magical abilities, if used properly, can have a huge effect on the development of science and technology!" Get out of her way now, or don't blame me for shooting you in the head!" The law can't stop a murderer of my age at all, and if you kill all of you, international human rights institutions will come forward to save my life! ”

A twelve-year-old child went berserk, still carrying a big gun in his hand, and no one in the world was not afraid, even the villagers in the poor countryside were intimidated and slowly retreated.

The boy took advantage of the situation and came to the stake of fire given by the villagers, stood beside the girl, and stretched out his arm to help her up.

The girl, who was desperate again, heard the gunshot, but when she opened her eyes, she found that the situation had taken a hundred and eighty degrees turn, and the black-haired boy had a gun in his hand, which scared the villagers away, and the hope of survival was rekindled, and she threw herself into the boy's arms with tears.

However, the boy pushed her away indifferently, shook his head and said, "You regard me as your savior?" No, I didn't plan to save you, if you want to live, you have to learn to fight on your own! ”

As he spoke, he grabbed the girl's arm and shoved the big gun into the girl's hand.

"There have never been any gods and saviors!"

The boy stared at the girl's stunned and frightened eyes and said, "All I can give you is the courage to resist, the method of resistance, and a weapon." Next, it's up to you to decide whether to live or die! ”

The gun was in the hands of the young man, and the villagers were extremely afraid, and many of them had the idea of running away, but when it was handed over to the girl, they were all stunned.

The same gun, in the hands of a marksman and a girl who has never touched a gun, are completely two different concepts!

The black-haired boy was wearing very ordinary jeans and a hoodie, and he couldn't tell that he had hidden any other weapons besides the gun, and the villagers didn't know that his fighting skills were grandmaster-level, and they thought that he had taken a stupid stance and done something stupid.

"Everyone, hurry up, seize this opportunity to kill them!"

"Let go of the witch, our village will definitely be retaliated against in the future, don't hesitate, rush me!"

……

Shouting aloud, the villagers brandished pitchforks and sticks and rushed at a pair of young girls in a frenzy.

The girl reacted immediately, screamed and held the gun with both hands, raised the gun and shot at the rushing villagers, the gunshots rang out one after another, but the bullets flew everywhere, her strength was not stable at all, and she closed her eyes when she fired, except for a villager who was extremely unlucky and was injured in the arm, no one was shot.

A strong man rushed to the girl, smashed a stick on the pistol, smashed the gun away, and then picked up the stick high and smashed it at the girl's head.

Damian took a step back, not in the slightest intention of saving people, but just watched coldly, as if he didn't care that the girl's head was smashed in front of him.

The death knell lurking in the distance was a little unbearable, he didn't sympathize with the girl, but he just felt that it was a pity that a good seedling with talent was wasted like this.

He actually supported the boy's various behaviors, felt that he was very angry with him, and felt more and more that Damian should be surnamed Wilson, and he had nothing in common with the sissy who didn't even dare to kill anyone.

Just before the stick fell, a string broke in the girl's head, and her eyes widened as she stared at the fierce man who wanted to kill her.

The ground in front of her suddenly cracked a huge crack, and the strong man wielding the stick stepped on the air under his feet, fell down all at once, and fell into the abyss that appeared out of thin air, stuck in the crack and couldn't move.

The earth trembled slightly, the cracks slowly closed, and the sound of bone cracks and screams came from the cracks, but they stopped abruptly as the cracks completely closed, and blood continued to gush out of the ground, staining a large area of dirt red.

Seeing this scene, the charging villagers dared to continue to step forward, and they stopped one after another, shouting in a trembling voice: "The power of the devil...... Witches have killed! God, come and save us, help us destroy the demons! ”

Before the villagers could react next, the ground suddenly slanted with countless cones, piercing everyone's chests and piercing them to the ground as if they were skewers.

In just an instant, the girl easily took more than a dozen lives!