One of the militants gave a signal, and the gunfire immediately stopped. Watching the collapsed houses turn into rubble and be washed into the night sky by thick clouds of dust, he sneered:

"Huh...... Although I don't understand why Boss Du wants us to kill that girl, it's a waste of ammunition and grenades. ”

After raiding the local police station, the four bosses obtained about 20,000 rounds of ammunition, as well as a few grenades. However, after constant confrontation with zombies and constant plundering of resources, the arsenal has been significantly reduced and now has just over ten thousand rounds of ammunition.

After all, while zombies are slow to move, and a shot in the head means death, the militants are not military-trained soldiers. They just randomly gather together to fight.

The militants, most of whom had never fired a gun before, had absolutely not been able to hit every shot. In fact, 99% of bullets don't hit the target or other parts of the zombie's body, while only 1% accurately hit the brain.

As a result, the waste of ammunition is very high. It is precisely because of this that the militants did not understand why Du Meng sent a dozen gunmen and even used grenades against a little girl.

Bang!

Suddenly, dust flew and rubble flew everywhere. The militants panicked and quickly raised their guns again, but all they saw was a flash of sharp light in the starless night.

The militant who spoke earlier felt the world spinning and was shocked to see his body standing headless, blood gushing from his neck. Even before his head hit the ground, his life was completely over.

Behind the corpse, Bai Ze held the flickering Xuanyuan Sword in his right hand. Nine-year-old Luo Ning was in his arms, leaning on his left arm, sleeping soundly, like a little angel.

Even after the shooting just now, the bombardment of the four grenades, and the collapse of the house, Bai Ze and Luo Ning were unscathed, not even a speck of dust got on them.

"Despicable enough to deal with a small child?!" Bai Ze's cold voice sounded in the middle of the night, and those indifferent eyes looked like demons to the militants.

"Oh my God, fire!" One of the militants roared in horror, and everyone rushed to shoot.

One by one, the muzzles of the Type 79 submachine guns were sprayed in the direction of the two young men. It seems that none of the militants cared about the little girl, or even the young man who was old enough to be their son. To survive such a violent attack, this young man is clearly not normal.

In addition, the corpses lying in pools of blood are also a reminder to them that no one wants to be killed like this.

Sou!

The copper bell flew out of Bai Ze's pocket and circled above his head. Before the bullets could reach him, a thin yellow barrier surrounded him.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! ....

The bullet hit the thin magical barrier, sending sparks flying. However, to the horror of the militants, all the bullets were easily rebounded, and the barrier was not even the slightest scar.

In fact, under the bombardment of four grenades at such close range, the barrier has already been weakened. However, it still has enough defense to withstand regular bullets.

"Damn monsters! Kill him! Another militant roared, his eyes bloodshot. Emptying a magazine, he searched for a second magazine in his clothes with trembling hands in fear.

However, before he could change it, Bai Ze appeared in front of him and slashed out with a sword.

The militants' waists and limbs were severed, and their internal organs splattered everywhere with hot blood. Because he is not yet dead, the militant feels the most terrible pain of his life.

"Ahhh It hurts! Kill me! Please kill me! He pleaded amid the cries of his frightened companions.

Bai Ze ignored him and let him scream until the last moment. Bai Ze's leg muscles swelled, and with a "bang", the ground under his feet exploded, and he disappeared from his position, appearing in front of another militant, and slashed sideways mercilessly.

As before, as the other party had a scream that resounded through the sky, he fell to the ground, and his body was split in half.

"Monster!"

"Run!"

"Please—please don't kill me!"

"We're just doing what we're told!!"

"Ahh

...

Bai Ze withstood the rain of bullets and bullets, his eyes were cold, like a demon, harvesting the lives of the enemy one by one. No matter how many times the militants begged for mercy, they did not receive the slightest mercy from him and were cut in two.

Commiseration? Sympathize? Is he really a monster?

Bai Ze is well aware that with the arrival of the Soul Record, he has done many cruel things since the outbreak of the apocalypse. However, even he still has a trace of humanity.

He didn't take any woman, he didn't unjustly abuse anyone to release his frustration and fear, and he didn't abuse his children...... However, the militants in front of him were so cruel that they even knew that they were going to kill a nine-year-old girl, but they still did not hesitate.

They didn't even know if she had done anything bad, but when they received the order, in order to live a more comfortable life, they did not hesitate to raise their guns and throw grenades at the home of an unarmed girl.

Who is the real monster? Bai Ze believes that, at least in this case, he is not a bad person.

After a few seconds, the gunfire and pleading shouts stopped completely.

A hundred meters of ground around the small house that collapsed right now has turned into a bloody mess. Twelve decapitated bodies from the waist down lay on their backs, bathed in still warm blood.

[Will of Blood: 12%/50%]

Bai Ze was surrounded by corpses. The black eyes were all crimson, and the reflection of the full moon in a pool of blood.

His sword, his clothes, his body, compared to the situation around him, still did not have the slightest trace of blood.

"Let's get this over and go to sleep." Bai Ze looked in the direction of the center of the village, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

With steady steps, his lonely back quickly disappeared into the darkness. Behind him, twelve lifeless corpses, along with the ruined battlefield around him, were the only evidence of a battle that had taken place here.