Chapter 41: The Massacre of Lost Paradise

The waste capital is a lawless place, and only those who can make rules here are those who are strong enough. And Eulogy Jones thinks he is the one who has the power to make the rules.

The slave trade had been going on for decades in the wasted capital, and Eulogy was the first to unify all the slave traders and become recognized as the leader. He improved and unified the functions of the slave collar and the radio channel, excavated the Ecstasy Gun from the military base, and opened the slave trade route from Washington to Pittsburgh - although he knew that the Brotherhood of Steel had always looked down on him, thanks to the mutants, the green-skinned monsters caused him a lot of trouble in his work, but he also succeeded in keeping the Brotherhood of Steel at bay.

Euroki was standing on the balcony on the second floor of his lair, looking at his own turf. Downstairs, a group of newly returned slave traders were holding the captured captives and putting them in cages. Only seven? Eurogee pursed the corners of his mouth in dissatisfaction, the wanderers in the abandoned capital have become more and more difficult to catch recently, and those who are alone are becoming fewer and fewer, and they are hiding more and more hidden. He can't nibble on big guys like Megaton Town and Rivet City, but like the "big town" and "town" that are relatively close, and the "Broken Bridge Town" built on a high-speed bridge, you can plan it, these places have few people and low defense, and the only thing to worry about is that they may encounter the hindrance of mutants......

"It's been a long time since I've organized a big hunt, don't you think? Croix? ”

"Yes, my beloved master."

The woman standing behind him was blonde-haired, dressed in a white dress, with a long sword hanging from her waist, and looked at the tall black man with her back to her with admiration on her face. This woman named Croix is the slave and bodyguard who has followed Yuroki for the longest time, and she has long been trained by Yuroki to the point that only loyalty is left in her mind - and this loyalty is so perverted that even Yuroki himself finds it a little unbearable.

"Wait...... What is the origin of that kid, have I seen him? ”

Eulogy suddenly noticed that in the open-air bar downstairs, there was an unfamiliar face sitting at the bar, surrounded by a circle of people, and arguing fiercely with him...... Seems to be his own stupid son?

"Mr. Judton, do it again."

Su Jing held the bottle cap in his hand, and then alternately changed, the bottle cap turned between his hands like a butterfly, and then suddenly snapped, and his hands clenched into fists.

"Left or right?"

Yudon Jones stared at Su Jing's hands, gritting his teeth and recalling the image just now. Yurton Jones was Eulogy Jones' most trusted son, he was simple-minded and fiercely loyal to his father. Perhaps it was the heavens that made up for his brain capacity, his physique was extremely toned, and he looked even more handsome and tall against the backdrop of a beautiful metal battle armor, and his skin was inherited from his mother's white, but it was a little dull because of his father's genes. He is also in charge of security for Lost Paradise.

Left and right, left left, left right, right -

Yutun thought for five seconds, then pointed to Su Jing's right hand. The black-haired man's hands spread out at the same time, and the bottle cap lay on his left hand.

"Another five hundred bottle caps, thank you, Mr. Judton." Su Jing snapped his fingers, and the ragged slave bartender poured him a glass of whiskey.

"Remember." Yutun waved his hand irritably, then drank the wine in front of him, "What's next?" ”

"Uh...... How about a wrist wrench? ”

Yudon's eyes widened, and then he laughed maniacally.

"A thousand bottle caps, how?" Su Jing swept away the ashtray and wine bottle on the table and cleared out a place.

Yutun put his arm on the bar, and the two of them held hands together, and then before the referee could shout to start, Yutun suddenly pulled his hand to the bottom, and Su Jing's hand almost touched the stainless steel tabletop, but fortunately he held it at the last moment.

The two began to compete, but Su Jing was still calm, and even showed a smile. Yutun had blue muscles on his face, and the blood vessels and tendons on his arms were bulging.

This fight attracted the attention of the surrounding slave traders, and the bar owner Yimir walked over with a toothpick in his mouth, whistled softly, and said, "Youdon, were you overindulged last night, and you couldn't even break such a little white face from other places?" ”

"Shut up...... You come up and try it......" Yudon squeezed the sentence out between his teeth, and he almost wondered if the person sitting across from him was a human, or a mechanical monster in human skin, his hands unusually steady and showing no signs of strength. Until then, Yutun had thought that only super mutants could beat him with a wrist wrestler, and he felt the pressure on his hands gradually increase, his whole face flushed, and Ymir's mocking gaze almost burned two holes of shame in his body.

"I'll you!" Yutun pulled out the dagger with his free left hand and stabbed it into Su Jing's arm, and the blade stabbed through the black-haired young man's forearm at once, and not a drop of blood came out. But Su Jing only frowned. The surrounding audience exclaimed, then booed, and then in the cheers of everyone, Su Jing suddenly exerted force with his arm with a dagger, and suddenly pressed Yutun's hand on the table.

Yutun gasped like a cow and looked at his hand in disbelief, Su Jing pulled the dagger from his arm expressionlessly, and then thrust it into the table with a bang.

"A thousand bottle caps, thank you."

"Okay, okay, let's all give way." Smelling that the atmosphere was not quite right, Imir interjected to do peace, "Yudon, are you ** today?" If you have the medicine, go back to rest. Young man, I'll give you a drink, and that's it. ”

"No—I'm going to continue! Son of a bitch, let's keep playing! "Youdon is now red-eyed, relying on his own turf, which is already trying to blatantly cheat.

"Settle your debts first, Mr. Yodon." Su Jing flicked the battle dagger inserted on the table with his middle finger, and the dagger let out a crisp metal trill.

"Phew......" Yutun let out a long breath, turned to Ymir and said, "Tell my dad that I'm going to kill someone." Then he pulled out the Magnum pistol at his waist and aimed it at Su Jing's heart.

At this moment, Su Jing lightly picked up the battle dagger on the table, and then, like a breeze, Yudun's index finger and thumb were cut into two pieces and fell to the ground along with Magnum's pistol. Then Su Jing picked up his left foot, and the gorgeous large-caliber Magnum pistol jumped into his hand.

A second later, Magnum's muzzle was already in Youton's mouth.

"Wait! If you have something to talk about!! Yimir carefully moved to the side of the gun cabinet, picked up an AK74, and aimed it at Su Jing's head, "It's just a misunderstanding, Youton took too much medicine tonight, and he didn't know much about his mind......"

"No one can fool me in front of me." Su Jing smiled and pulled the trigger.

Rumble!!

Just as a large hole ten centimeters in diameter was cut in the back of Yuton's head, the assault rifle in Ymir's hand also fired. But Su Jing had already hid behind Yutun's corpse, and the rain of bullets made Yutun's corpse tremble. Then a dark shadow leaped out with a swift leap and slammed a punch into Ymir's head. With a click, the middle-aged bar owner's head tilted lifelessly.

When he stopped briefly, everyone saw that there was an off-white power fist on his left arm. The crowd was silent for half a second before they dispersed, while the guards on the watchtower pointed their machine guns at the area.

But no one expected that this person would be able to ...... under the machine gun Counterattack. He just raised his right hand that had taken off his power gloves, took a slight aim with the Magnum pistol he had just taken out of Yudon, and pulled the trigger. With a loud bang, the sentry's neck was torn in half by a high-powered bullet, and his head flew high and landed out of nowhere.

At this moment, Su Jing had already turned into a god of death, killing in this abyss of sin. With every shot that fired, there must be a man with a mutilated limb, and only when he was reloading was there a moment of relative calm. Someone tried to resist, but the demon seemed to be able to foresee the danger, and everyone who tried to turn their guns on him immediately burst into heads. Even if some lucky ones rushed out when he changed the bullets, he seemed to be undaunted by the rain of bullets, and the sharp-eyed person was shot three or four times, but the hand holding the gun remained steady.

There were more than two dozen gunshots in a row, mixed with the sound of the flesh and bones of the power fist beating the flesh, and in this beautiful symphony, Su Jing carried out a brutal slaughter like a dance. The feeling of crushing these sinful people was like bursting rotten tomatoes, and he felt a pleasant pleasure in his heart. And this is a fair killing, with justice, righteousness, and goodness...... Or a killing carried out in the name of whatever, dripping with joy, without the slightest trial of the inner moral court.

After shooting the three guys who tried to escape through the gate to death, Su Jing cleared his throat and lowered the arm holding the gun. The rest of the slave traders crouched on the ground in horror, their heads in their hands. More than twenty corpses have been piled up around, intent on resisting, trying to escape...... They were all lying on the ground.

"Ahem...... From now on, whoever moves again, I will shoot him with one shot. I'm not kidding. ”

Everyone looked at the demon god with fear on their faces. These people, who do not regard the lives of others as their lives, when faced with bad luck, show that they value their lives more than the most miserable slaves.

"The one in front, the one with the assault rifle."

The person who was shouted shook his hand, and threw the gun he was holding on to the ground, and then held his head in both hands, indicating that he had made an unintentional mistake.

"Say you, pick up the gun. Fast! Don't grind, I'll let you pick it up, just pick it up for me! Yes, hold it! Then aim at me, you shoot a few shots...... Don't talk nonsense! I'll let you! ”

As the slave trader's trembling fingers pulled the trigger, most of the dozen or so bullets were fired into Su Jing's chest. Then everyone saw it clearly, he was only knocked back a few steps by the impact of the bullet, and then raised his head again. Su Jing casually shot the shooter who was shaking like chaff in the head, leaving only the cavity of the corpse slowly falling, blood and brains splashed on the rest of the people.

"Whoever dares to shoot me again will end up like this, do you understand?"

As Su Jing took out the bullets from his chest one by one with his fingers, the tinkling shells fell to the ground one by one, and the remaining slave traders nodded vigorously, for fear that the new boss would think that his actions were not in place.

"Alright, now somebody will tell me, where is Euroki Jones?"