Shapan's left eye and right eye were close to each other, and both eyes were confused in their own way.
This extremely accurate sniper kill directly destroyed all the beliefs held by most of the Heyong Gang members. They finally realized an important issue that they should have realized when Lilith first appeared - this is no longer the one they played.
After a month and a half, I became familiar with the robbery game.
"Boss...he...he..."
"It's over, we're done."
"The boss is dead, Fasha won't let any of us live for even one second longer!"
At the same time, Li Cang, who was behind the boulder, received a reminder.
[Kill the initial signer of the contract: "Executor" Shapan]
["Player" Li Cang is promoted to "executor" and will have full authority to take over all contract rights and properties owned by Shapan, including sky islands, destiny coins, creation rights, subsidiary surplus projects, destiny servants and pseudo-bloodline second sons, etc.]
Li Cang's first thought: Damn it!
The so-called executor of the co-author does not refer to the person who kills other players at all, but the person who participated in the initial conclusion of the contract like Shapan?
At first glance, this seems like a trap for newcomers.
But if you think about it carefully, you will find that something is wrong. How can these "executors" still maintain their leadership position here? They are clearly more like the shining old hen at the entrance of the novice village.
Now is obviously not the time to think about this. Without Shapan, the Heshong Gang members seemed to have lost more than just a leader. Almost half of them threw away their guns on the spot, gave up resistance and waited to die.
Another group of people started to run away, but the process was not very smooth...
After all, cats and Big Brother are surprisingly consistent on one point, that is, they prefer things that move.
There was another howl of ghosts and wolves.
If Li Cang hadn't stopped them in time, the corpse brothers and sisters would most likely imitate some nasty little animals, killing all the uneaten prey, eating only a little bit delicately, and then abandoning the corpses in the wilderness.
The people from the Heyong Gang knelt on the ground like dumplings, listening to the lecture.
Da da da~
The two people at the far end were suddenly hit by a shuttle and fell to the ground.
"Ah, I'm sorry," Lao Wang apologized without sincerity and continued to play with the greasy old gun in his hand, "By the way, is this the famous Chicago typewriter? It's not professional, and it doesn't even have a violin case.
Give me one?"
Li Cang rolled his eyes and said seriously: "As you can see, this crazy guy doesn't mind trying out new toys on you, so who can speak Chinese?"
As the saying goes, villains die by talking too much...
Uh...no...
In short, what the Heyong Gang members heard was not the sound of gunshots but the sound of voices. The mental arithmetic that was rising in their throats was halfway back down, and they all turned their heads to one person.
"%￥#..."
"!#%%......"
Wen Xiliang's expression was extremely distorted, as sad as his dead father.
But due to helplessness, he could only say tightly: "My name is Wen Xiliang, I can speak Chinese, and I am of Chinese descent."
Li Cang couldn't help but glance at the two corpses next to Wen Xiliang that were sprayed into sieves by the typewriter, and thought that this guy's life was really hard.
"What did that person just now, and the one with the unlucky face, mean?" Li Cang asked.
Wen Xiliang looked at Li Cang in astonishment with his mouth wide open, as if looking at a devil. He had very good reasons to suspect that the young man in front of him knew Vietnamese at all and was just taking the opportunity to test him.
"Bei... Bei bandits... He said you are Bei bandits."
Ta da, da da da!
Lao Wang raised his hand and wrote a sentence with gorgeous and beautiful words. The two people were so moved by Wang's eloquent literary talent on the spot that they couldn't help but cry blood.
"Hey, the typewriter is beeping like crazy. This thing is probably as old as my grandfather, and it still works so well?"
A group of people lowered their heads, hatred and murderous intent almost overflowing from the corners of their eyes, and stared at Wen Xiliang with their peripheral vision.
Wen Xiliang was glanced at so that his face was pale and black, but he could only grit his teeth and hold on.
"Beikou?" Li Cang smacked his lips, "Tsk, it fits the personality of some 'Dragon Sons and Immortals'."
"Hetui," Lao Wang spat on the ground, "with a shameful face, he insisted on painting his body with gold paint, without asking himself what kind of precious "historical documents" are there with big words on them? What can they do?
Do you recognize the basket? Master Li, what do you think?"
"Hmm, Saigon Iron Fist? Ten years of military training? The buildings with a ground height of 1 meter are no more than 50 years old and are all newly rebuilt? A playground for big boys? YouTube Wuchang? Time-travel novel daily experience baby?"
Good guy, all educated people have dirty minds. I, Wang, am willing to be the loser when it comes to sarcasm.
Lao Wang glanced sideways at Wen Xiliang, "Fuck with monkeys? What do you think? Even if you vote for a Gallic rooster, I can at least make up a reason to praise you. At least you are not completely blind!"
Wen Xiliang: "..."
Wen Xiliang said that the Fa Shark Gang happened to be the sworn enemy of the Hechong Gang. He said that it was not unspoken, but he could only thank the miraculous craftsmanship of nature.
But since Shapan was dead, there was no point in hiding it, so he might as well have told everything he knew as if he were pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.
"The Fa Shark Gang?" Li Cang found this title very interesting, "Tell me more, what is going on in this place?"
Wen Xiliang glanced at the former masters around him and gritted his teeth.
"This was originally part of Khanh Hoa Province in Vietnam, with an area of about a few square kilometers. However, because it is an urban area, there are very, very many people, and there are no small debris around. Hundreds of thousands of people have gnawed away the grass roots and bark and eaten up all the vegetation.
After the animals with legs...they have different skin colors...different nationalities..."
"After finally getting through that period, there were only eight to nine thousand people left but less than ten thousand. It was then that the Heyong Gang and the contract rules began to take shape."
"Then I don't know what happened, but one day I suddenly came across three clusters of empty islands that were no less big than here. The French ones were the main ones there. They had more people and occupied a larger area. People from both sides had been fighting each other since the beginning.
They kept fighting, and then they discovered the funnel that was contracted, and someone else became the executor to temporarily feel better..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "It can be said that every step of the plot is beyond my expectation," Li Cang said, "So, the strange contract here is between the Heyong Gang and the Fa
The Shark Gang is maintained together just to rob the survivors of the past?"
"This was indeed the case at the beginning, but then more and more people came here. Heshong Gang and Fasha were unable to complete the cleanup within 15 days, and were even counterattacked. So there was an additional camp set up by victims on the island.
Then, the Southeast Asian fragments came, the Burmese fragments came, and finally Maozi came..."
"Maozi requested to cancel the contract directly, but both the Heyong Gang and Fasha didn't agree..."
When Li Cang heard that this was true, he immediately laughed out loud.
"Pfft~! If I want to be brave, you are the bravest! Iron Tower You is teaming up with the treacherous son of the Celestial Dynasty to forcibly open the door. Winter has arrived? The toad said that the frog is an ugly flower!"
Wen Xiliang coughed, "Then the Heyong Gang and Fasha became what they are now. Only some of the remnants of the Heyong Gang and Fasha are still adhering to the rules of the contract. Most of the rest live in several resettlement areas led by Maozi.
Compared to the original camp, although I am still qualified to speak with big fists, at least I don’t have to... I actually always wanted to escape to the camp..."
"My old boss is not dead yet, so what's left of him?" Lao Wang raised his eyebrows.
Wen Xiliang was stared at by Lao Wang until his spine went cold.
"I...I...I can't help it...I want to survive...I..."
Seeing that Lao Wang's gun had been raised, Wen Xiliang decisively gave up the already drafted argument that Xiao Zhi should not kill his fellow countrymen because of emotion and reason.
He shouted: "I have the Marauder's Map, it's very useful, I can transfer it to you, don't kill me!"
"Huh? The Marauder's Map?"
"Yes! I am a bookseller! I do pirated printing and translation! I have read the Harry Potter series!" Wen Xiliang spoke quickly, "I spent a lot of money to pray for the Marauder's Map, which can let you
Master the movements of unknown enemies on the island, including the walking dead. If you kill me, even if you are already the executor, the Marauder's Map will not fall into your hands!"
