The wind roared in the cave. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The glow outside the cave shines through, which makes the cave feel more isolated from an island under a storm.

The trafficker was armed with a pistol, and he was in charge, listening to Song Qiu's words, he raised his head and laughed, because these words seemed very ridiculous to him.

Where is there any crime or punishment?

Where is there any evil and evil?

How can there be any good people and bad people?

He has seen countless good people die lonely, and he has also seen countless bad people proud.

In this indifferent and cruel world, the winner will only be determined by the result, and the hero will be judged by success or failure!

So, he chose to be evil.

He coldly watched the baby who was abducted by himself die helplessly in his illness, he cruelly broke the limbs of the child just so that the child could beg for him to earn money, he broke countless happy families, but his heart was full of sick pleasure.

His laughter was loud enough to silence the strange sound of the wind in the cave.

"Don't talk idiots out there. The trafficker pointed it with the muzzle of his pistol, and said to Song Qiu condescendingly: "Kneel down and hold your head in your hands." ”

Song Qiu frowned, motionless and asked, "If I kneel, you will spare me?"

The trafficker was stunned and laughed, "Boy, are all college students as stupid as you now? You have discovered my lair, how can I let you go?"

"Since it's all dead, why should I kneel?" Song Qiu asked, tilting his head, seemingly puzzled.

The trafficker said coldly: "You kneel down honestly, I can give you a good time." If you don't cooperate, I'll shoot and break your legs, then break your hands, sawed off your limbs, and then scrape off your flesh piece by piece with a knife, and then sprinkle salt on your wounds, leaving you to die slowly in pain and despair. ”

"It seems that you have done a lot of such bad things?" Song Qiu asked, a faint wave brewing under his calm expression: "Do you have any deep memories?"

"I once threw a dying baby into water full of sharks and watched them frantically gnaw at that steaming body, and the thrill was absolutely unforgettable. The trafficker let go of the pistol with his left hand, put his hand to his mouth, made a silent gesture, still pressed the trigger with his right hand, and said indifferently: "I have only done more bad things than you think, don't rub it any further, you think I can't do cruel things, I won't even blink my eyes." Take your pick. ”

Song Qiu's voice was as smooth as a mirror, and he said lightly: "I choose you to die." ”

The trafficker reacted extremely quickly, and at the moment when Song Qiu finished saying this, the pistol in his hand spewed out fire, and with a bang, the bullet flew out of the chamber.

The bullet is fast, and Song Qiu's speed is even faster.

His figure swayed slightly, and in the blink of an eye, he dodged the bullet and rushed in front of the traffickers.

Almost the tip of the nose was pressed against the tip of the nose, and the traffickers could feel the air exhaled by Song Qiu.

Song Qiu tightly pinched the trafficker's right hand holding the gun with one hand, and there was a crisp click, which was the sound of the trafficker's right wrist being broken.

"I gave you a chance to shoot, but unfortunately you didn't hit me. Song Qiu shook his head, seemingly dissatisfied with the traffickers' inaccurate marksmanship.

The trafficker's face was covered with beads of sweat, he screamed "ahhhh

Song Qiu's reaction speed was far beyond the comprehension of the traffickers, almost at the same time as he made a move, Song Qiu put his remaining hand on the sharp knife, his fingers clamped the blade, turned slightly sideways, and with a click, the sharp knife that was extremely sharp and had cut the bodies of countless people for him was like a brittle branch, easily broken and fell to the ground.

The hand that broke the sharp knife struck the trafficker in the chest, and the trafficker felt that his internal organs were overturned, like a lonely boat in a storm, and he could rush out of his body at any time.

Blood spurted out of the trafficker's mouth, splashing Song Qiu's face all over his body.

Song Qiu didn't care about wiping his face with his hand, wiped the blood from his eyes, and said, "This punch is for that sick child." ”

He grabbed the front and back ends of the trafficker's right hand, which had broken his wrist, with both hands, and broke his right hand backhand like he had broken a branch of a flower.

The traffickers screamed like pigs, rolling their eyes.

"I can't let you faint and lose consciousness, that's cheapening you. ”

Seeing that the trafficker was about to faint, Song Qiu slapped the trafficker twice and slapped him heavily on the face, making the trafficker come to his senses again.

"Do you know why I broke your hand, because you just said you would break my hand, and it will be paid back to you. Song Qiu leaned into the human trafficker's ear and said softly, as he spoke, he pulled his hands hard, and the trafficker's left hand was also broken.

"Actually, I agree with what Erlang Zhenjun said, the simplest thing in this world is that one life is worth one life, since the baby died because of you, then you should also use your life to compensate him. ”

The human trafficker's consciousness of pain was no longer sober, and he didn't have the energy to think about what Song Qiu said.

"I just wanted you to pay for your life, but when I saw your appearance and heard what you said, I suddenly understood. Song Qiu said seriously: "In that dark place that I haven't seen, there must be more innocent lives dying in pain because of you, a scumbag like you, even if you go to the eighteenth layer of hell and can't be reborn forever in the oil pot, you will definitely not be able to atone for your sins." ”

"In that case, you must not die easily. Song Qiu slapped his palm on the trafficker's mouth, and a mouthful of teeth instantly exploded like shattered glass!

"This palm is for the mother. ”

Blood poured out of his mouth, and the traffickers' cries were no longer like human voices, and their sobs were shrill and shrill like the terrible crows in the mountain night.

A punch was slammed into the chest, and the trafficker's chest collapsed, but it didn't reach the beating heart.

"This punch is for the dead boy. ”

One punch, one punch, another punch......

"These are for the innocents you have had. Song Qiu looked like a madman, and his body was splashed with the blood of human traffickers.

The palm of the hand that grabbed the collar of the trafficker's chest was released.

The traffickers, who had lost their human form, fell to the ground, long dead.

Song Qiu sat down on the ground and stared blankly at the traffickers.

Suddenly, he covered his mouth and retched incessantly on the ground next to him.

This is the first time he has killed someone, but the picture is so horrific and cruel.

Although it was for justice, Song Qiu understood that everything had changed.

Not only his body, but also his mentality has quietly changed.

He glanced at the messy corpse, and couldn't help but feel a little happy in his heart—a good kill!

As soon as he thought of this, the nausea in his throat surged again, and Song Qiu continued to bury his head and retch.