In an instant, a mist of blood exploded on the ground, and human tissue parts were sprayed out in a radial shape like firecracker debris, while small mushroom clouds mixed with yellow and black rose into the blue sky.

Immediately afterwards, many small, milky, red, and colorful pieces of flesh, brains, and bone marrow smashed on the heads of the surrounding demolition teams. Then, a red drizzle fell from the sky, and the blood of three people was blasted into the air by explosives and landed again.

The smell of blood and corpses was the first time for everyone, salty, with a strange fishy smell, and the brains of several deceased people were like boiled rotten eight-treasure porridge, black rice porridge, and oatmeal, and they were pasted on the faces of the commanders in front, and more than a dozen people who looked like leaders were paralyzed on the spot.

The well-trained thugs wept like dead mothers.

"Mom...... Daddy...... My dear mother...... Help......" The screams of the chaotic monster were incessant, as if they were in a livestock slaughterhouse.

In this way, the three big living people disappeared in an instant, and their bones were shattered. Evidence of their lives was scattered like flowers scattered across the land for which they had fought.

The stewed pot father watched his heroic son being blown to pieces in front of his eyes, and he suddenly felt like a dream, and he clearly remembered that he had removed the fuse and explosives of the detonator, leaving only an empty shell ready to bluff people. He couldn't figure out how the empty shell had turned into a real grenade, but he only felt that his legs were weak, his eyes were black, and then he fell on the rooftop.

Sanbao and Curator Wu each held the body bag, looking down for the fragments of the body, Sanbao didn't take two steps to see a few meters away on the collapsed brick wall, there was a foot wearing military leather boots, there was no trace above the ankle, only the bone residue was exposed on the outside of the shoe, probably the foot inside was intact.

Sambo picked up the foot and continued to search forward, and then, on the branch of a small tree, he saw a man's half arm hanging on it. The three fingers were gone, and the remaining stumps were blackened by gunpowder, looking like burnt plastic bags.

At this time, a muffled sound of "bang" came from the side of the road, and after the coaxing of the crowd at the scene, a person who looked like a steward ran to shout: "Whose car does it belong to, Sanqing Funeral Home!" ”

"What's wrong?" Curator Wu straightened up and asked, still holding half of a person's intestines in his hand, like a mess of dirty clothes.

"Just now, someone accidentally touched your car, I don't know if there is something wrong, you go over and take a look, if you can't go and repair it quickly, there is a trailer here." Count it in on ours! ”

"I'm ......" Director Wu stared at him anxiously, "Sanbao, you pick it up first, I'll go see what's going on" Director Wu trotted all the way to the car.

Within two minutes, he came running up and said, "Sambo, damn it, those gangsters have nothing to do, they used our car as a punching bag, punctured a tire, and smashed the window." What a bunch of neuropaths. Director Wu snorted angrily.

"So what now?" Sambo asked puzzled.

Director Wu thought for a while and looked at Sanbao and said, "That's it, you are watching here, pick it up first, I'll follow them to repair the car, it just so happens that those people have a trailer, by the way, I asked them to take good care of our car." You have to lie to them once. Real estate developers have money...... Oh, by the way, you can watch it, don't let the wild dogs take all the meat and eat it! Director Wu said nervously.

"Wild dogs, how can there be wild dogs?" Sambo asked suspiciously.

"Hehe, there are many dogs in all the villages that are demolished...... You think, the home is gone, the pet dog will not become a wild dog, very hungry, this is full of meat, follow the smell and come...... Look at it. After Director Wu finished speaking, he hurriedly ran to the car on the side of the road.

The surrounding crowd was far away from the explosion and watched the excitement, no one dared to step forward, and only Sanbao and the shattered corpses were left within a hundred meters.

As the temperature gradually rose, it began to roast people, and it didn't look like winter at all. The smell of corpses gradually became stronger.

Unless you actually smell the stench of corpses, it's almost indescribable. It's like mixing human feces in rotten food, adding all sorts of strange condiments, and then when you smell it, it's like jumping into a dung pit made of this mixture, and your nostrils and mouth are filled with this kind of thing that stinks a hundred times more than human. In the middle of it, suffocation is no longer a concern, and you will retch incessantly and then inhale this ever-increasing corpse-smelling feces. And it's getting stronger and stronger, and when the wind blows slightly, you will feel like every pore in your body exudes this smell, which will penetrate into your pores, clinging to every inch of your bare skin, and will not dissipate for weeks in a row.

Soon, there were really dead wild dogs at the scene from time to time in the ruins, like hungry wolves, shrugging red tongues and drooling, as if waiting for an opportunity to take away the delicious human flesh on the ground and eat it.

A few bold people stood outside the cordon with their noses covered and watched Sambo pick up the broken corpses on the ground, and then everyone exclaimed.

"Ah, look, what's that!"

"It looks like brains!"

"It's the cerebellum, it's like a tofu brain! Hahaha"

"What tofu brain, look at what it is, human Pierre, doesn't look like a pancake fruit"

"What kind of human skin, it's a skull, look at the hair!"

"Wow, today, I've opened my eyes!"

"yes, it's much more enjoyable than watching an American blockbuster."

Sam Bao endured the strange words and bottomless admiration of those idlers, and he hurriedly drove the wild dogs back and forth in the cordon. He was close enough to wave the steel bar in his hand, and far away, he could only throw a stone over. Sometimes, when I accidentally step on something soft, I look down and see that it is a small corpse mixed with construction waste.

After that, Sambo had to carefully watch the ground in front of him and behind him to prevent him from stepping on the body again. Suddenly, he saw a half-half face on the ground that had been collapsed by explosives, although the appearance of that face was a little hideous, and it was covered with dozens of flies, it was already winter, and there were still flies, Sambo felt strange, but he still immediately recognized this familiar face.

"Brother Tiger" Sanbao couldn't help but say it out loud.

He is the tiger brother who is arrogant and domineering in the town and drives Sanbao like a bedbug, and he is also the leading brother of this demolition team. The big brother, who had once had a meaty face, now had only half of his face lying on the ground, his eyes covered in dust, and the red and white brains mixed with the loess. Sanbao walked into half of Brother Tiger's face, and the dozens of flies buzzed up and flew onto Sanbao's face and hair.

Sam Bao gently picked up half of Brother Hu's skull stained with dust and gravel, like a coconut shell soaked in blood, and the other half of his head was gone, which was the only body tissue that could be found at the scene that could identify the deceased, and the rest gradually changed color as Sam Bao drove wild dogs back and forth and picked up corpse parts.

When I first arrived, I could tell which ones were meat and which ones were offal. But as time passed, the corpses deepened in color, eventually turning into black and purple unidentified objects. If you don't distinguish them carefully, it's easy to mix them up with the construction waste on site.

It's no exaggeration to say that you have to touch it with your hands before you can feel the softness of the human tissues. Make sure it's not scrap iron or cinders before putting it in the bag. Only a few half-amputated arms, severed feet, and vertebrae remained, barely recognising the white color of the broken bones from the flesh.

It's been more than two hours, and Director Wu hasn't come back yet, and it is estimated that he will rely on the demolition team for all the problems of the funeral parlor bus that is close to the deadline for scrapping. Just by the way, do a free maintenance overhaul. Thinking like this, Sambo looked for the remaining corpse parts at the scene with some anxiety.

The big bag in his hand was already filled with a lot, but it was obviously the remains of three people, but it was only one person's body bag that could be filled in, and there was still room left, and the others were turned into powder in the explosion.

People are so insignificant.