Xie Kun stuffed the pistol into the holster on his waist and strode into the crowd kneeling on the ground.

He walked leisurely, his face unchanged, as if he could not see the anger and hatred in the eyes of these people.

They were a little hesitant, and they were engaged in intense and troublesome entanglements in their hearts. Many people stared at Xie Kun, gritting their teeth.

The cold wind blew through the crowd, like countless awls piercing through the clothes and directly stinging the skin. Xie Kun's gaze did not stop at these people who were begging to surrender, he kept looking at the gray building in front of him, that is, the three-story building used for farm offices.

He doesn't have a weapon in his hand!

This is crucial!

It was when he saw Xie Kun's empty hands that several men who were kneeling on the ground and were very close to him finally made up their minds. They all lowered their heads and exchanged their eyes silently. From each other's eyes, they both saw madness and murderous intent, as well as flame-like excitement and heat.

Everyone knows that Xie Kun is the leader of "Angry Thunder". Just catch him and you can change the situation.

It was indeed paralyzing carelessness, and no one thought that revenge would come so quickly. No one thought that the killing efficiency of "Angry Thunder" was so high, and when they were caught off guard, the farm could not stop it at all, and could only watch their own people being killed, rivers of blood, and corpses everywhere.

We want revenge!

The four men jumped up from the ground at an extremely fast speed and appeared around Xie Kun in an instant. With smirks and madness on their faces, their eyes full of red bloodshots, they used this method to tell the others unabashedly what they wanted to do and what Xie Kun was about to face as a target.

It was terrible doom, an imminent danger.

Xie Kun seemed to be unaware, his face was still expressionless, and his cold face was even more trembling than the sub-zero temperature.

The action is mechanical, but incredibly fast. The man who jumped up from the left only felt a bright light flash in front of his eyes, and a cold metallic touch came from his throat, followed by a brief numbness, which quickly turned into a sharp pain, hot liquid gushing out of his throat, and terrifying consciousness swelled in his mind.

My neck is broken.

This is the result of the brain's judgment, and it is also unmistakably true.

I don't know when the fighting knife was transferred from the back to Xie Kun's hand. The method of slitting the throat of the man on the right is the same as the method used to kill the first man. The third man died in the same way, except that the bodies of the three dying had not yet fallen to the ground, maintaining the appearance of staggering and posing that they could fall at any time, Xie Kun had already circled behind the last sneak attacker like a ghost, unceremoniously stabbed the blade through his cheek, inserted it into his mouth, crushed his tongue, and pierced it through the other cheek.

Xie Kun doesn't like to hear people screaming. That sound doesn't make any sense. He casually covered his face with his hands and was howling, but he couldn't make too much noise to throw the man aside, turned around, and lightly ordered several followers standing on the periphery of the crowd: "Grab him and nail him to a wooden pole." ”

This is Xie Kun's mistake.

Since the death of his wife, Xie Kun's thinking has also changed.

He felt that he should no longer be controlled by cruel and cold means. Especially after the fierce corpse has evolved to form a society, and after integrating the strange armament of the attached army, Xie Kun no longer positions himself as an infected body, but really considers the problem from the perspective of human beings.

He gave more autonomy to farms outside the city. This is true from materials to weapons, as well as to the use of personnel. Because everyone is of the same kind, they should be more tolerant of each other and use a common attitude to deal with the murderous corpses. Only in this way can we win more opportunities and space for development.

This idea turned out to be naïve, wrong from the start, and very ridiculous.

The people on the allotted farms saw this as weakness and could be bullied. They were very honest in the beginning, and they would report on the progress of their work every week. The amount of arable land is also expanding, and the variety of vegetables harvested can be supplied to the rest of the city on time...... However, the good times did not last long, and the farm felt that it had to have more say, because its own side was the logistics core that supplied the whole city and the entire "Thunder" team.

Why do we grow food for others to eat?

Why did Lao Tzu have to work in the fields?

Xie Kun's rules of rewards and punishments are actually quite fair———— according to the rules, farm members can get more rations than ordinary people. Including clothes, shoes, candy, grease, and more...... Farm members are rationed as much as combatants, and in some cases may even exceed them. However, not everyone will do things honestly, and there are always some people who feel that they deserve more, and even have the strange idea of "why should I share the food I grow for myself, why should I share it with others".

It never occurred to them that seeds, farm implements, fuel to drive machinery, all these things didn't fall from the sky. The farm itself cannot be independent, and it needs protection from the armed followers of the group. Otherwise, once the other cities obey the orders of the corpse's retainers, the farm will soon fall and be completely engulfed.

The farm sent a so-called "messenger" very comically to demand a fair interview with Xie Kun. They put forward a series of unacceptably harsh conditions: all food supplied to the city must be purchased at a price (the specific price is set by the farm), vegetables must be sold three to five times higher than the price of grain (depending on the season), and the "Thunder" team must face the farm as equals, supplying the farm with fuel, ammunition, and all kinds of necessities on time.

If the Thunderbolt team refuses, the farm refuses to farm, leaving you all starved to death.

This is definitely not an empty verbal threat. The farms have indeed turned this possibility into reality. They claim that they will not plow if they do not agree, and that there will be no harvest in the fields at all this time next year.

Of course, you can also send some other people. The farm guarantees that these people will not enter the cultivated area alive. We have weapons in our hands, and we can kill people as well. It's our territory, and it's up to us to do whatever we do.

Want to go to war?

We are certainly no match for the Thunderbolt team. But we will run. Everyone can fight guerrilla warfare, and Lao Tzu will harass you and you can't do anything. The workers you send to the field will be sniped and killed constantly, so how many lives do you have? At the end of the day, I'm afraid no one wants to work for you. If you want to get food, you have to rely on us.

This is arrogance!

This is hubris!

This is the terrible logic of a madman!

Two burly armed followers rushed into the crowd at a brisk pace, grabbed the wounded man by the arm, and unceremoniously dragged him out.

Now that the weather is getting colder, the bugs will not spread the infection to the injured person, and the punishment of nailing to the wooden pole will keep him alive for days, savoring the pain in screams and struggles, and stopping death.

The cold wind was increasing its speed, whistling over the heads of the crowd.

Some lowered their heads and continued to vent their hatred out of Xie Kun's eyes.

The flame in some people's eyes is extinguishing, which is a sign of the extinction of hope, and at the same time a sign of pessimism about the world and the future.

Xie Kun pulled out his pistol and walked back and forth in the crowd with a steady pace.

Pulling the trigger on the head of a middle-aged woman, a bright red blood hole immediately appeared on the top of her head, and she collapsed in response to the smoke and rough roar, causing an exclamation in the surrounding crowd.

Xie Kun continued to shoot at another middle-aged man. He had long noticed that the guy had always seemed unruly, as if he could eat himself alive with a hateful gaze.

The gun was pointed at a child of about thirteen or fourteen years old, and he fired continuously, killing a woman who was kneeling next to him and looked like his mother.

The fifteen rounds of ammunition were quickly exhausted, and Xie Kun silently replaced them with a new magazine.

The crowd became confused.

Many people were screaming, and the cries for help were chaotic, and everyone wanted to get away from Xie Kun, the killing god, as soon as possible, and the originally stable order was gone. The circle surrounded by trucks threatens to collapse at any moment, and the captives shout at various voices to break through the blockade of heavy machine guns and armed followers. Again and again, they formed a shock crowd, only to be viciously smashed back with bullets and rifle butts by followers standing on the periphery.

There were dozens more corpses on the ground, and the chaos and order were stabilized again.

The gun in Xie Kun's hand was aimed at a man, who was the loudest and fastest guy in the chaos. The bullet drilled into his head accurately, exploding a reddish-white slurry.

By the time the second magazine was empty, the crowd had completely lost the sound of resistance, and there was no sign of hatred in sight. Death threats are so effective that people no longer have any illusions about "so-called power" or "why should I grow food for others?" Those who survive will only find it ridiculous how ridiculous the idea was. They thought they could control the world and manipulate the pulse of the rules, but in the end, they were shocked to find that in fact, I couldn't even control my own destiny, and I had been pinched in the hands of others.

There were no children in the surviving crowd, the strongest men died, and the women were left with only the youngest part.

Looking at the flesh and blood corpses everywhere, Xie Kun issued orders in a cold and cruel tone.

"Pierce all the men in thighs with iron shackles, and let them work with torture instruments later. The amount of ploughing required per day must not be less, but should be increased by 20 per cent on the original basis. Those who dare to resist will first cut off their hands, then their feet, and finally throw them to mice. ”

It was a cruel punishment that prevailed among the survivors———— dozens of rats were kept in iron cages, starved for a while, and then the victims were stuffed into them and slashed at random.

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