The miserable white masked man who took the lead glanced at the large group of people around him, and asked, "What the hell do you want to do?" ”

Fu Hao said lightly, "I want a car to travel." ”

He pointed to the car behind the white mask and said, "You can do that." ”

In his other hand, he was holding cards with one hand, and those cards flew upwards like a fountain between his right hand, frantically chaotic, but they flew back into his hand as if they were gravitationally sucked in.

The man in the miserable white mask and the people around him glanced at each other again. After all, there are many of them. It's not really time to be scared, although I was shocked by Fu Hao's card skills. But to say that they will feel that they will not be able to solve the person in front of them, that is impossible.

The masked people laughed. It sounded like a bunch of crazy people.

Fu Hao spread out his hands, and the playing cards in his hand, which were originally in high-speed motion, instantly flew out, like a flock of flying butterflies.

The masked men, who were still laughing, were hit by the flying cards in an instant. Most people have dozens of cards in their bodies.

Although Fu Hao's "charge" was only one level, the impact caused by such a number was still enough to knock these people directly to the ground.

Screams and screams rang out at the same time.

Almost instantly, the men in motorcycle masks fell to the ground.

The man with the white mask was the only one left standing.

Fu Hao didn't attack him.

However, the scene of everyone around him being killed in an instant is still very frightening.

"You... You—" This was the first time he spoke. It was a young man's voice, shaky and staccato in a shakty voice.

Fu Hao raised his right foot as he spoke, and kicked the man out with a bang.

The man, dressed in a denim jacket and wearing a miserable white mask with the word GOD, flew up and landed on the front of the Citroen behind him.

Fu Hao walked straight over.

The guy in the miserable white mask screamed, "You're crazy, what do you want to do?" It's not time for the purge yet! It's a crime for you to hit someone! ”

(At this time, it is not yet time for the Great Purge, and you can't get points for killing.) Wanted again. It's really not a good choice)

Fu Hao looked at the graffiti-like GOD on his forehead and said, "Return God." ”

The man's machete, with trembling hands, slid down to the side of the car. Fu Hao copied it in his hand casually, "Do you know how to play with knives?" ”

The miserable white mask that fell on the front of the car shrunk back and didn't know what to do.

Two swishs, after being fast enough to produce an afterimage in the eyes. The clothes on the white mask that had fallen on the front of the car had fallen apart. It was scattered on the ground next to it like a rot.

This method is basically not owned by human beings anymore. The dozen pairs of eyes around that were originally staring at Fu Hao were already fixed there at this time.

No one dared to speak out.

Fu Hao then said to the people in the cab of the Citroen, "Do you come down by yourself, or do I ask you to come down." ”

The masked man sitting in the cab was still startled, and after hesitating for a second, he immediately opened the door and got out of the car to leave.

Fu Hao walked around the front of the car. He was going to get in the car directly. The man in the white mask who got out of the front of the car was a little in the way, and he grabbed him and wanted to throw it aside.

The man's hands fluttered, "spare ...... life"

Then a pistol fell out of his trouser leg. The huge metal gun fell to the ground with a thud. Fu Hao stepped on his toes. Kick up and catch it in your hand.

“M1911。”

On this day, Fu Hao originally planned to buy a gun, but he didn't buy it because he didn't have money. It's a good mood to get one now.

The M1911 is a U.S. Army pistol. Since 1911, it has been used almost all the time after World War I, World War II, Korean War, and Vietnam War.

At the beginning of the nineties, the U.S. government replaced them with the Italian Beretta 92F.

Although the 92F was touted by the American media as the world's best gun. But most Army soldiers still insisted on using the M1911.

The reason, of course, is that M1911 is more lethal and has a greater stopping effect. Although the Beretta 92F has more bullets, the problem is that it can't kill people even after firing a few shots, and it is conceivable how bad it is.

There is a pistol to carry on the body. It's definitely a little more convenient to grab someone else's gun. Fu Hao casually put the gun in his waist and said, "Bullets." ”

The white-masked creature immediately slapped his hands quickly on his almost naked body. Then he took out two magazines from his pants and gave them to Fu Hao.

After Fu Hao took it, he turned around and got into the car.

The car keys are still there, and the engine is still running.

He closes the door, steps on the clutch, engages the gear, throttles. The man in the miserable white mask screamed and flashed to the side, and the car rushed out under the gaze of the stunned washers.

Maybe in the hearts of these people, they can't imagine that they will be robbed by one person alone.

……

The remnant sun is like blood, but it is still bright after all. When the last rays of sunlight disappear on the borders of the earth.

The world has entered the night.

Car radio. Hostess, "13 News Channel wishes those who are not attending this year's clear a safe night. I also wish those who unleash the wild a successful purification ......"

"Economic Broadcasting System. The start of the annual purge is announced, with the approval of the national government. Weapons of Level 4 and below are permitted for cleaning. All other weapons are restricted. Level 10 government officials have immunity..."

On the side of the road, a deep baritone voice on the city's giant screen reminds that "after the siren, any crime, including homicide, is legal for 12 hours." Police stations, fire and emergency medical facilities will be restored after cleaning at 7 a.m. tomorrow morning. ”

"Bless our new founders and a reborn nation in America."

Immediately afterward, a huge alarm bell sounded like an air raid siren over the city.

Even Fu Hao would have a feeling of horror when he heard the loud voice in the silence.

He rechecked the M1911 pistol on his body, and everything was as usual. The mood is slightly relaxed.

Driving a black Citroen on an empty city street with no people. It's different from the zombie siege feeling of complete ruins.

You know that every house here is inhabited by living people.

Streetlights on the road illuminate the clean road. All this shows that this world government still exists and is still working.

But the law is gone, and the police no longer protect civilians.

At the end of every era, there will be situations where the rich are too rich and the people can't survive. At this time, there will be a situation where the people will rebel against death.

But the human eradication plan has almost eliminated the possibility of such a thing happening. Those who went bankrupt because of the loss of their property will be purged.

No one will ever ask for help again. The unemployed, high crime rates, and potential rebels will disappear as a result.

It's a crazy world. But this crazy strategy is not necessarily useless.

When the alarm bell rang all over the world. Fu Hao was already looking for his prey. (To be continued.) )