After sending out the barrage, Chen Weicai sighed sadly.
Perhaps because he was unable to speak, or perhaps he was unwilling to speak, the first-person ‘protagonist’ in the video did not give any reaction.
In this case, he was afraid that his right to post barrages would be deprived of him, or he felt that the 'protagonist' in the video was just an ordinary person like himself. Chen Weicai did not continue to say anything, and there was no moral kidnapping.
The other viewers in the live broadcast room also looked at the motionless protagonist in silence.
The silent scene is also particularly eye-catching at this moment.
Not knowing what Chen Weicai was thinking, Ye Ge just felt a little nauseous and couldn't help but want to vomit.
In order to suppress the feeling of vomiting, Ye Ge could only clench his fists and grit his teeth.
Different from the world he lived in, under this cold night sky there were riots everywhere, and there was no order or justice at all.
An unpleasant sound echoed in the apartment building. Ye Ge lowered his head, letting the sound that tortured his ears hit his heart, stir his brain, and pierce his soul.
If he wants to save that woman, he must be prepared, not for fighting, but for killing. After all, he does not have any combat advantage. If he does not have the awareness to do things right, there is a high probability that he will die here.
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Although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, Ye Ge still could not imagine how it would feel to deprive himself of the lives of his fellow humans. In modern society, only the law has the power to deprive lives. Other than that, any killing will be punished by violence.
If the murderer, who is not stopped by the authorities and has no power, is caught, he will inevitably pay for his life.
Now he is in a different world, not bound by any laws of any country, but morality still constrains his thoughts.
The person standing less than fifteen meters away is not a game character, not an avatar who can only call "Sukabule" and "Turbo Suka", not a rubber man who can't bleed even if he eats bullets, but a
A living person who can pant, breathe, and have a beating heart.
Of course, he could wishfully believe that these gun-toting bandits are just game characters and deprive each other of their lives with peace of mind, but in the final analysis, that is just an act of self-deception.
A person who has the heart to abuse cats in the game will most likely abuse cats in the real world.
In the same way, even if he leaves this world successfully, he will not forget the killing here after returning to reality, let alone the feeling of depriving the lives of his kind.
When he encounters those short-sighted gangsters and underworld in the real world, he may choose a more extreme way to fight and cause death. In this case, how can he treat everything in front of him lightly?
Treat it as a game?
The bottom line is called the bottom line because once the bottom line is breached, there is no going back.
Before entering the live broadcast, he thought he was mentally prepared, but now he knew very well that he was not.
The reality is far crueler than one's imagination, the ideological struggle is far more difficult than imagined, the moral sense and the dangerous environment conflict with each other, the unwillingness to kill is completely opposite to the body thirsting for blood, it is like being in space, Ye Ge's body
Feeling weak and dizzy, he could only lean against the wall and gasp for breath like a dying fish.
Ye Ge had no doubt that in his current state, if the bandit leaning on the fire bucket came over, he would have no room to fight back and could only be killed here like a stupid pig.
Thinking of this, Ye Ge couldn't help but be curious. In the world of these bandits, what does human life mean?
Unable to empathize with the bandits, Ye Ge lowered his head, and the sounds in his ears gradually disappeared, just like a woman's life left in the wind.
Are you dead? Or passed out?
Ye Ge couldn't help but begin to imagine the condition of the bullied woman in the room, but all he could hear was the bandits' frivolous laughter.
A feeling of powerlessness came over him, and Ye Ge was a little angry that he was too cowardly. At this time, he still thought about something that was not enough, but it was not his style to do something without making up his mind.
He allowed himself to do stupid things and wrong things, but he just didn't want to live like a fool.
After letting out a breath, Ye Ge looked at the barrage. The audience member who wanted him to save others did not forget his promise to help and translated the bandit's words immediately.
"Hey, did you kill that old woman?"
"I just passed out. A stinky woman really doesn't need to be fucked."
The bandit who spoke seemed to have a little regret in his tone.
"It turns out he's not dead... Hey, Gresky, do you think there is anyone else in this apartment?"
"There should be more, right? Today we only searched the third floor and captured twenty-eight pigs hiding there. When the demolition team comes tomorrow, we can clear out the apartment. We should be able to catch more pigs by then."
Can't even run away."
"I just want to know if there are any beautiful women..."
The words of the pistol bandit completely cut off Ye Ge's other path. He could hide on the third floor all night, but when more bandits come tomorrow, he will definitely become one of the 'pig's.
He risked his life and signed a contract with that weird live broadcast company and came here just to kneel down and be humiliated like a pig by this group of heinous scum?
Ye Ge, who looked troubled, finally had a touch of anger on his face.
[So, tonight is my only chance to resist. Only by seizing weapons can I have a chance to kill the bandits in the apartment building. Only by killing the bandits can I have a chance to observe the nearby environment. Whether it is looking for a better safe spot or defending the apartment, I will
can gain the initiative,
Only by gaining the initiative... can my destiny be in my own hands. Anyone who blocks me is my enemy]
Breathing out a breath, Ye Ge found the reason for killing that he recognized at this moment.
It was not because of the influence of others, but because of moral kidnapping that I saved that woman, just because of myself, just because I was unwilling to be slaughtered by others.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Just as he refused to sign an overlord contract with the platform union to make money, he always has pride and self-esteem in his heart that are extremely ridiculous to outsiders, and it is this ridiculous
His pride and self-esteem made him always feel that his destiny was in his own hands.
Even if he is eating chaffy vegetables, sleeping under a bridge, or picking up garbage, he is not willing to borrow a penny from others.
In this materialistic, money-oriented society, people like him are destined to be eliminated, but now he has a chance to change, a chance to control his own destiny through his own efforts. No one else has it, only him.
There is a chance.
[Not for life or money, just for destiny. I came to control my own destiny, but you, the heinous ones, blocked me in front of me without opening your eyes.]
In the dark apartment building, at the corner of the dark stairs, Ye Ge's body seemed to have broken free from invisible shackles and became light, and his mind became clear.
In the black eyes, the hostility that had been brewing for a long time finally condensed into a chilling murderous intention.
[This is why I kill you]
Greski glanced at the watch that was almost cracked, covered his mouth and dozed off.
"Bang, bang, bang."
The sound of empty wine bottles tumbling suddenly sounded in the silent apartment building. Gresky suddenly picked up the cannon and stared at the end of the corridor with wide eyes. He was instantly sleepless.
"Sokka, what's going on?"
Tightening the military green cashmere hat on his head, Greski hesitated for a moment, but still did not go back to the house to wake up Kaaba who was sleeping with the woman's body in his arms. He did not want to be laughed at by that bastard Kaaba for being timid.
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"Britt, isn't there a damn cat that broke in?"
Muttering in his mouth to embolden himself, he held the cannon in one hand, his finger on the trigger tightly, and the other hand held an unopened flashlight, ready to dazzle with the flashlight at any time. Greski walked quietly.
He walked towards the third floor and glanced at the empty corridor.
In the quiet and dark apartment building, the half-open and half-closed tattered security door on the third floor was particularly eye-catching. Nothing unusual was found. Greski breathed a sigh of relief, but he did not see that in the garbage pile behind him
A figure slowly stood up,
Ye Ge, who was barefoot, clenched the stone in his hand and silently came behind the cannon bandit. He had no choice but to hit the bandit on the back of the head with all his strength.
"Bang!"
The cashmere hat could not completely protect against blunt force damage, but it played a significant role. Greski felt a dull pain in the back of his head, and his body began to stagger as stars appeared in his eyes, but his mouth was not idle.
"Sukabule! There are enemies!!! There are enemies!!! Fuck! Fuck!!"
Seeing that he failed to kill the bandit in one go, Ye Ge didn't dare to hesitate, let alone give the bandit a chance to turn around and shoot at him. He couldn't hit a long-distance target. He was hit within a distance of less than three meters.
One bullet from the cannon will surely kill you.
Ye Ge kicked off his legs and rushed forward holding the bandit's waist. This time, Greski could no longer maintain his body balance. He took two steps forward and then fell hard towards the floor. The bridge of his nose touched the ground instantly.
Crooked to the right.
The cannon fell to the ground.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
Ye Ge, who suppressed Greski in the riding position, raised the stone again and hit the back of Greski's head with a crack. At the same position, the stone hit deeper and deeper every time, and the skull was hit hard.
Deformed, organs broken, and the man's wailing stopped abruptly.
Ye Ge, who was covered in blood, did not relax. He casually wiped the blood near his eyes with his sleeve to avoid blocking his sight. Ye Ge took off the flashlight in Greski's hand and turned off the light. He picked up the cannon and searched for four rounds.
Putting the shotgun in his pocket, putting on his shoes and squatting in the blind corner of the corridor,
The shrill screams spread throughout the apartment building. Kaaba, who was sleeping, turned over and sat up, pulling out the Makarov pistol from under the pillow.
"Damn it! Damn it!! Who the bastard dares to cause trouble for us!"
Ka'aba hurriedly walked down the four flights of stairs, but when he was about to go downstairs, he smelled the strong smell of blood. His expression became stern. The bandit stopped in the middle of the third and fourth floors, holding a pistol and roaring.
"Gresky? Are you an idiot over there?"
There was no response, and it was estimated that Greski had been killed. Kaaba's face became extremely ugly, and he began to hesitate whether to go down the stairs. At this moment, shouting came from the lower level.
, Kaaba's face couldn't help but feel happy, and he roared at the top of his lungs.
"Orotnev! That bastard who suffered a thousand cuts is on the third floor! Gresky must have been killed! I'll be guarding the stairs on the fourth floor, be careful!"
At the same time, there were already one hundred and thirty-two viewers in the live broadcast room. Only those viewers who watched it from beginning to end knew what the seemingly cruel killing meant. They screamed as if they were experiencing a climax, and it was so satisfying.
Some even gave the anchors expensive gifts.
There is no unpleasant harmony in this special live broadcast room, and the house management seems to have no way to control it. This makes the viewers who are fed up with the rules and regulations fall in love with it in an instant - except that they cannot vent to others by posting barrages.
Beyond emotions.
As the only protagonist, Ye Ge didn't have time to check the live broadcast room. He didn't need the audience to translate what the bandits on the stairs said, he had already heard the footsteps coming from downstairs.
If he hesitates a moment longer, he will become the meat between the sandwiches.
He has already checked the cannon in his hand. This bolt-action shotgun can be regarded as a well-known shabby weapon in Takov. For players who can't even look down on the AK74U, the cannon is a dog and there is no need for a lousy weapon.
But now this shabby-looking shotgun has become his only chance to survive.
The bumpy little magazine only contains two rounds of 20-gauge shotshells. Whether they are buckshot or single-point bullets, they can explode a person's head like a watermelon at close range, provided that they can hit the person.
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We can only take a gamble and kill the enemy upstairs before they know their position.
Time seemed to slow down at this moment. Ye Ge hooked his right index finger on the trigger and leaned forward to aim at the top of the stairs.
The moment Ye Ge appeared, Kaaba also turned the muzzle of the gun pointed to the right, and put the crosshair on the face of an Asian man less than five meters away, with a Slavic smile on his face.
However, before he fired, Ye Ge, who was holding a shotgun and did not need to aim at all, had already pulled the trigger in advance.
"Suka..."
"Bang!"
The 20-gauge buckshot flew out of the muzzle, and the steel balls tore through the air into pieces, easily crushing the flesh and blood body without a body armor. His head was mush, and Kaaba's unfinished curse words were swallowed forever.
Entered the stomach.
"Snapped!"
Makarov's pistol suddenly burst into flames, and the bullet hit the ceiling, making a small crater.
The whole head and body instantly became riddled with holes, and with a pop, Kaaba fell to the ground and became a corpse.
The footsteps and curses downstairs were getting closer and closer. Ye Ge rushed towards the top of the stairs and picked up the Makarov pistol that fell on the ground. Just when he was about to touch the bullets and magazines, the lights were already on downstairs.
The muzzle flash was caught, and the ricochet scraped against the metal fence and wall, making a scalp-numbing scream.
