The calm voice made the excited mercenaries stand up immediately. Seeing Dongchen's figure coming and going, their eyes widened in horror, and their hands and feet were all numb.
"I, I was just... joking." With a bright stiff smile, the bearded and erect penis suddenly drooped down, and he didn't know if he was impotent.
With a flash of cold light, he no longer had to worry about this matter, ever.
Blood flowers fell, and the woman covered in blood looked at the blood on the corner of her mouth, her eyes full of resentment and relief.
Gunshots rang out.
The woman's delicate white body was shattered into a rag doll, and until she died, there was still a hint of sarcasm on her face that could not be removed.
Dongchen's figure appeared behind the mercenary who fired first. This time he didn't say much and calmly pierced the chest with his sword.
The mercenary looked at the sharp blade pierced through his chest with despair in his eyes. His half-stretched hand softened as Dong Chen pressed hard.
Gudong, Gudong swallowing sounds were heard in unison. The remaining mercenaries looked at Dongchen, their hands holding the guns uncontrollably shaking.
"First... sir, we were not involved in what happened just now. It really... really has nothing to do with us."
The futile explanation failed to win Dong Chen's forgiveness. Thinking of Siege's instructions before his death, Dong Chen sighed secretly.
"I'm sorry, I can't give you what you want."
Illusive figures floated past, several gunshots were fired, the mercenaries covered their necks, uncontrollable blood spurted out, their bodies softened, and they fell down one after another.
There was a thumping sound and a fishy smell filled the air.
Several red or white spheres floated over. Dongchen took a breath of contentment and glanced at the remaining women in the room. The hand holding the knife trembled slightly.
Kill them. Kill them and you will be stronger.
Without the discomfort caused by using power before, the overly comfortable intoxication feeling infinitely amplified Dongchen's desire for blood and killing.
To kill...or not to kill?
His eyes swept over the disgusting lower body of the bearded mercenary. Dongchen closed his blood-red eyes, and when he opened them again, he was clear again.
"I'm not them, I have my own bottom line."
He found the remaining food from the storage room and placed it on the table. Dongchen patted the water maker next to the bar, leaving a pile of black crystals behind, and turned around to leave.
He felt hypocritical, and there was a silent condemnation accompanying him.
Cruel kindness. Knowing that they can't live, but still giving them hope, maybe killing them is the best choice.
"Can you please take her away? She is still a child."
A half-clothed black woman picked up a white girl from the corner and ran towards Dongchen. Her beautiful black eyes showed a clear understanding of everything: "Please, take her away. She is not infected, she is just
…”
The lower body was stained with blood, and the thighs were covered with bruises. There was no need to say anything else. Dong Chen nodded and took the child.
The little white girl's eyes were empty and lifeless. Dongchen pulled a tablecloth and gently wrapped it around her.
The cold cloth slid over the scarred body. I don't know if it was because of the pain or something else, but the little white girl's empty eyes suddenly lit up with a moving light.
She looked at Dongchen with no fear, only gratitude.
The clear aqua blue eyes exude a charming color.
The little white girl turned her head, her eyes slowly swept across the bar, and finally settled on the sad face of the black woman: "Thank you... thank you!"
With a sweet smile, her arms dropped quietly.
She's gone.
The black woman slumped on the ground, looking at the little white girl with tearful eyes. Dongchen handed over the body that was still warm in his arms, turned around and left...
"Hide well, if possible. I will prepare a car for you."
Saying what he didn't even know why he said it, Dongchen ran towards the church against the wind and sand.
"Why did you make the decision you just did?"
The confusion stayed in my heart, and finally turned into the smile of the little girl before she died.
"She left with happiness."
relief?
Half a bag of meat strips was returned to the grocery store. After repeated instructions, Dongchen set off on the journey resolutely.
Only a group of teammates with complicated expressions were left.
"Perhaps this is the last thing I can do for you."
The howling wind brought dry breath, and the yellow sand covered the corpse. Dongchen jumped over the black man's corpse. Perhaps, when he came back, he would never see them again.
The sand blows one after another, leaving behind dust and taking away traces...
A familiar road with no enemies. Passing by the Statue Square, Dongchen looked at the commander who still prayed to the Lord until his death, feeling inexplicably blocked in his heart.
"Their existence may be correct. At the very least, they gave this town hope and the possibility of survival."
Empty rooms, herringbone stairs, and dark alleys.
With the previous exploration, Dongchen's speed increased rapidly in the familiar area.
The monsters did not attack Dongchen, they were not stupid.
Walking through the corridor and alley, as soon as he reached the stairs, Dongchen heard a dull metal collision and an angry roar.
Slowly moving downward, the sound became louder and clearer. Slowing down gradually, doubts flashed in Dongchen's heart...
"What are you fighting with that wolf monster?"
Touch your nose, hold the sharp knife in your hand, and step into the alley.
Dongchen couldn't think of anything that could reach this damn place before him, let alone what could be the opponent of that wolf monster.
The distance is getting closer...
The roar of chains, the roar of monsters, and the violent sound of metal merged into one.
Turning the corner carefully, Dongchen's pupils shrank: "This is..."
A whip tail with bone spurs, ten long fingers with sharp black blades at the tips, a bald head, four fangs protruding from the lip, staggered up and down, and a pair of green eyes with madness. Suddenly, Dongchen held
As his grip on the sword tightened, he discovered the identity of the monster.
The hilt of the sword, a broken hilt, a hilt hanging on the chest, and a hilt with cross marks.
"Bishop? Yes, it should be him."
No one would care about a half-broken sword hilt that fell to the ground. Except for close relatives, no one would care about such an insignificant thing.
In this small town, there is only one person who cares so much about Sieg, the old bishop, who is the monster in front of him now.
The passage we came from has been opened. What allowed such an old man to gain such great power?
An unknown infection or the death of a loved one?
The wolf monster roared angrily, with blood pouring out all over its body, and the holes slowly shrank. Its fur was no longer shiny, and large areas of long gray hair fell off, its skin cracked, and its flesh and blood burst out. It was also infected.
go out?
Dongchen had no such intention at all, even though he knew that if this happened, there would probably be very few parts left of the steering wheel. However, Dongchen still would not go out.
It's not that I'm afraid of death, it's that it's meaningless.
The monster transformed by the old bishop may not be of high level, but it is very flexible. In addition, the wolf monster is locked up. If the two sides fight, if they intervene rashly, they may cause a double attack.
Slowly backing around the corner, Dongchen held his sword and closed his eyes. He had no intention of continuing to observe.
Time flies by.
The wolf monster's roar gradually became weak, and the monster's strange cry was filled with excitement.
Stand up, draw your sword, and walk out of the corner step by step.