When Xin Han stopped the car, those mobs had no more to live, and you can imagine the horror of eight infinite bullet Gatlings firing with all their might!

Attacks without dead ends, not to mention these mobs with only steel knives and steel pipes, even those soldiers, except for the lucky ones who are close to tanks and armored vehicles, are also dead under the guns of Gatling!

Several tanks began to move towards the Humvee, and I didn't know what to do, so Xin Han directly used the vehicle-mounted missiles to blow up all the tanks and helicopters into fireballs. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This kind of missile, which is only the size of a ballpoint pen, costs tens of thousands of merit points to exchange one from the system, and Xin Han's attack consumed hundreds of thousands of merit points, which made his heart ache for a long time.

Of course, compared to the gains brought by this big killing, there is still something to be earned.

Suharto looked at these murdered mobs and soldiers, his face turned pale, and he peeked at Xin Han on the side, only to see that the other party's eyes were full of excitement and madness, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart: "Devil, madman!" ”

"It's beautiful!"

Xin Han didn't know where to make two glasses of red wine: "Come on, Mr. President, let's celebrate for such a beautiful scene!" ”

As he spoke, he shoved a glass of red wine into Suharto's hand.

Suharto took the red wine in his hand, faintly disgusted, and said in his heart to celebrate your uncle, looking at the purgatory-like scene outside the car, and then looking at the red wine in his hand, he felt that he was already very cold-blooded if he didn't spit it out.

This butcher was very desperate, and how could he dare to drink the red wine handed over by Xin Han, and immediately said tremblingly: "I don't usually drink......"

Xin Han's eyes sharpened: "Are you not giving me face?" ”

He held red wine in his left hand, and the 'Glock 18' on his right hand played a trick in a chic manner, which was not without threat, but the result was handsome for only three seconds, and one accidentally, the pistol came out of his hand and landed next to the gear, close to Suharto's position.

At this moment, both of them were stunned!

Suharto was stunned, the temptation was too great, whether he picked it up or not.

Looking at Suharto's eyes that were suspicious but full of longing, Xin Han stared at him with his eyes and drank the red wine in one gulp, threw away the wine glass, lit a cigarette for himself, and then raised his chin: "You want to grab the gun?" ”

"No ......" Suharto's heart trembled, thinking of the horror of the demon king in front of him, he quickly refused, firmly showing that he had never thought of it that way.

Xin Han smashed Suharto's head with a punch: "Nima, through your eyes, I know the filth in your heart, and you still say no?" ”

He threw more than a dozen punches in a row, and his fists hurt from the punches, and Suharto gave up with blood on his face.

Xin Han picked up 'Glock 18' and warned, "Warning you not to drip blood in the car, or I'll kill you now!" ”

Suharto covered his face, nodded again and again, bent his waist, and let the blood drip on his clothes, how could he have been so aggrieved in his life, and a dignified president, a famous butcher in history, actually cried loudly.

"Hold back, I'm crying and killing you!" Xin Han made another cut in Suharto's head with a single shot, and the blood flowed incessantly, and the old butcher immediately turned from crying to a low whimper.

And he was really afraid of Xin Han, so he hurriedly took off his coat carefully and wrapped it on his head, making himself look like Ah San, so as not to let the blood stay.

This pitiful appearance has no pity in Xin Han's eyes, only ridiculous and happy.

In order to prevent survivors, Xin Han drove the car and ran over the square twice, and sure enough, there was a lot of merit points, but the sound of the wheels crushing on the flesh made Suharto even more disgusting and wanted to vomit.

"These are all your citizens, why is it heartbroken?" A hint of a playful smile appeared at the corner of Xin Han's mouth, and then he suddenly smashed the butt of his gun on Suharto's head: "This is all a sin that you specially created, you should have thought of such a day when you killed 300,000 Chinese people!" ”

Suharto was smashed and fainted, but before he lost consciousness, he knew that retribution was coming when he heard Xin Han mention the massacre back then, and he had no luck.

When the old butcher woke up again, he was suffocated, because the huge pressure on his chest made him feel that his breathing was getting harder and harder.

In front of him, he saw a bush of grass, which had grown so high that it reached the tip of his nose.

But when he came to his senses, he realized that something was wrong, it was not that the grass grew tall, but that he was too low, and he was buried in the soil, with only one head exposed.

When he looked up, he realized that he was in the garden of the presidential palace, and he was buried in the green lawn where he often took a dip.

The demon sat on a chaise longue not far away, smoking a cigarette.

"You...... You said you would let me go...... You can't kill me! Suharto said with difficulty, and his throat seemed to be on fire.

Xin Han turned his gaze: "Don't worry, I've always been ...... Don't talk! ”

He usually slapped his thigh and laughed when he finished speaking, but it was more terrible to Suharto's ears than the devil's howl.

Xin Han strode over, and at some point there was an extra dagger in his hand, and Suharto exclaimed in fright: "I still have money, I give you money, you let me go!" ”

Xin Han shook his head: "The money is enough, I don't know how to spend this money reasonably, so I don't have to worry about you, president!" ”

As he spoke, he gently slit a ten-son cut with a dagger on Suharto's head.

Suharto cried out in horror, "What are you going to do?" Don't kill me! ”

Xin Han ignored him and said to himself: "There is an ancient torture in Huaxia called live skinning!" ”

He spoke in English, so that Suharto could hear it clearly.

"The method is to bury the person in the soil, only one head is exposed, cut a cross with a knife on the top of the head, pull the scalp apart, and pour mercury into it, which is said to be the reason for the heavy proportion of mercury, which will pull the muscles and skin apart, and the person buried in the soil will be so painful that he will writhe and cannot break free, and finally the body will be picked out of the soil, leaving only a piece of skin left in the soil......"

"I don't know if this method is true or not, so I'm going to try it with you!"

Xin Han pulled the edge of Shizi's knife with his hand, exchanged a large bottle of mercury directly from the system, looked at Suharto, whose face was distorted with horror, and said softly: "Don't worry, if the method works, you will jump out in a while!" ”

After saying that, he began to pour mercury into the knife.

However, to Xin Han's disappointment, although the mercury was filled with wounds, it did not seep into the flesh and skin as the legend said, which made him wonder if he could kill the old butcher.

Of course, he still had a little patience, exchanged a few side dishes and drinks from the system, walked to the recliner and sat down to eat and drink, waiting to see what could happen later!

Xin Han didn't have much hope, but when he was full of food and drink, things ushered in an unexpected turn, although the mercury did not penetrate the flesh, but Suharto also struggled with a distorted expression.

"Help me...... Save me...... It's so itchy, I can't stand it, it's too itchy, I'm rich...... I have gold jewelry...... Save me! ”

"I'll go, it works!" Xin Han walked over and interviewed: "Mr. President, how do you feel now?" ”

"Itchy...... Itchy ...... Ah, kill me! Suharto's voice was completely dry and heartbreaking.