Feng Bujue came to stand in front of Hank. He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't speak immediately. He was thinking.
Hank looked at the "outsider" nervously with fear on his face, completely unable to guess what the other person's intention was. Feng Bujue's brief silence seemed to have turned into an invisible pressure.
About thirty seconds later, Feng Bujue took out his pistol from his bag and asked, "Do you know what this is?"
Hank shook his head.
"This is a weapon popular in the 20th to 21st centuries." Feng Bujue said, "You should know the meaning of the word 'weapon', right?"
Hank nodded and said, "I know...but...what...is a century?"
Feng Bujue thought to himself: Don't you even have this concept... It seems like they were completely enslaved.
He remained calm and said: "In other words, it is the weapons used by people about four hundred to five hundred years ago."
Hank asked tremblingly: "Why...tell me this?"
Feng Bujue sneered, "I mainly hope you have an idea of this thing." He said, pointing to the muzzle of the gun: "As long as I move my finger, something called a bullet will fly out from here.
Its flying speed is faster than the objects launched by the anti-gravity catapult. If it is used to attack humans..." He began to scare Hank: "If it hits the head, the brain will explode, if it hits the body, the internal organs will be shattered.
Limbs, that limb will lose its ability to move and bleed..." He put on a very terrifying expression, like a psychotic man who was suppressing the desire to kill.
Expressions are an international language, and they are timeless. Even if two people are separated by a thousand years, the emotions and sorrows written on their faces can still be understood. Therefore, Feng Bujue successfully frightened the other person.
At this point, he suddenly stopped talking about the pistol and asked instead: "What is the total population of your village?"
"What...what are you asking for?" Hank asked nervously.
"What's wrong? You don't want to tell me?" Feng Bujue said with a smile: "Are you afraid that I will use this gun to deal with them?" He asked knowingly. He first showed a weapon that the other party didn't understand at all, and then immediately
If you ask about population, everyone will think that way.
"I...our village has 100,000 people!" Hank seemed to have mustered up the courage and replied in a louder voice.
"Really... Haha..." Feng Bujue laughed in a relaxed tone. He scooped up the pistol and waved it in front of Hank: "According to the automatic navigation, we will arrive at your village in about twenty minutes.
"According to my observation, your village is very hostile to outsiders..." He paused. Then he said: "If they attack us as soon as they see us... I have a thousand bullets in this pistol."
, even if my hit rate is around 60-70%, how many people do you think will die in your village?"
The Crazy Sword Shadow in the distance almost fell off the chair when he heard this, and thought to himself: You guys really dare to cheat, a pistol, a thousand rounds of ammunition? Where to put it? A magazine from another dimension? Besides, the rate of fire of the pistol
, even if you really had a thousand rounds of bullets, and your arms and hands could hold up, it would be almost half an hour after you fired a thousand rounds, would the people in the village line up one by one to let you kill them?
"No... please, don't kill the people in the village!" Hank begged, "There are only five thousand people in our village..."
"Hey! I really believe it!" Kuang Zong Jianying said in shock. However, he still pretended to be calm on the surface, with his back to the two people, sitting in the passenger seat and continuing to be in a daze.
"I can promise you not to kill anyone." Feng Bujue said, "But you have to cooperate with us."
"Okay... okay... what do you want me to do?" Hank said tremblingly.
"Look, Hank." Feng Bujue's tone became quite sincere again. This is what is called a combination of soft and hard tactics: "No matter what kind of prejudice you have against 'outsiders', you should have seen it. My friends and I,
You are not the kind of person who is very bloodthirsty. Even if you attacked us with a catapult first, we didn't kill you, right?"
Hank nodded.
Kuang Zong Jian Ying was shaking his head at this moment and muttered in a low voice: "Although I didn't kill him, the death threats are escalating, right..."
"We just want to take a look at your village and then leave." Feng Bujue continued: "Don't worry, this is not a reconnaissance, there will be no 'outsider army' coming to attack you later. We are just
Travelers, out of pure curiosity, want to see your village."
Hank was doubtful about these words. He did think that the existence of the so-called "outsider army" was unlikely, but if they said that these two people were simply visiting the village, he would not believe it even if they killed them.
"But... your village is obviously very xenophobic and has deep-rooted misunderstandings about humans outside the village." Feng Bujue said while observing Hank's expression: "Under normal circumstances, I think that anyone in your village would
, will kill us without asking for any reason, and the two sides have no chance to communicate at all." He shook his head: "Once there is an armed conflict, you should be very clear about the result." He raised his hand and tapped the shoulder behind him with his thumb.
Crazy Sword Shadow: "I guarantee that my friend can kill more than a thousand of you with only cold weapons."
At this time, Kuangzong Jianying finally couldn't help turning around and complained: "Do you think this is playing Mowing Wushuang?"
Anyway, Hank didn’t understand what he was talking about. Feng Bujue borrowed the donkey from the slope and answered solemnly: “What he means is that for him, killing a thousand people is as easy as harvesting crops.
.”
Hank was already covered in cold sweat. When he heard these words, the scene where the silhouette of the crazy sword suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost appeared in front of him again, making him even more convinced of the teachings of the village priests: outsiders are devils.
Powerful, cunning, and good at deceiving people, no matter how harmless, pitiful or even beautiful they appear on the surface, they must be killed without hesitation, and they must not even be given a chance to speak.
Feng Bujue's words continued: "Believe me, I don't want to see that happen just as much as you do." He patted Hank's shoulder with one hand, "As long as you follow the plan I told you and take us into the village.
, I promise not to hurt anyone. My friends and I will stay in your village for a few hours at most, and then we will leave. After that, you will be free. Do whatever you want. Call someone to hunt you down immediately.
It's okay for us." He paused for two seconds, looked at the change in Hank's expression, and then added: "You don't have to believe what I say at this moment, but you have to weigh what will happen if you don't cooperate.
Look." He turned around with a sneer on his lips: "Time is running out. If you think about it for too long, the shark cabin will have reached its destination. At that time... we can only act according to the situation and enter by force.
