"Gun!?" Lin Wanyu couldn't help but exclaimed when she heard this.
Luo Ye nodded, "Yes, it's a gun. A 0.44-caliber Desert Eagle. I recognized it at a glance, because it was the pistol of the two soldiers who were killed by Sha and I yesterday."
"But how could it be in their hands?" Lin Wanyu asked nervously.
A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Luo Ye's mouth, "Because the most indispensable thing in the world is idiots. They don't know that some things cannot be taken, at least based on the situation at that time, they must be responsible for everything that happened in the slums.
And be responsible.”
"Are these children you are talking about the same as you?" Lin Wanyu asked.
"Yes." Luo Ye replied: "We are the same group of children who were thrown into the slums."
"How many of them are there?"
"Nine." Luo Ye said: "The other children are dead."
Lin Wanyu took a breath of air, "What kind of parents would allow such cruel things to happen? Isn't this a training exercise? Shouldn't it be based on the safety of your lives?"
"This is not training. You can think of this as an assessment. Those who pass the test are alive, and those who fail are dead."
Lin Wanyu sighed, "But no matter what, I think you and Sha should join them. After all, the power of unity..."
Luo Ye interrupted her unceremoniously, "Stop wishful thinking, my eldest lady. They just want to steal my things and don't want me to join. You know, although the power of unity is great, one meal can support nine
Open mouths, including me and Sha, there are eleven mouths. Such a group must rob the army's supplies to be full. More importantly, I don't want to be with idiots at all. They took away the soldiers' guns.
The warlords will definitely be furious. Their hard times are ahead, and I don’t want to follow them to death."
"Then how did you convince them to let you go?"
"Use a knife." Luo Ye said matter-of-factly: "Although the blond boy at the head is tall, has a ferocious face, and holds a loaded Desert Eagle in his hand, I am not afraid of him at all. I am sure that he is not
Dare to shoot. They set up a burial place close to the town in order to rob passers-by who came back from shopping in the town. This strategy is no problem. The problem is that he will alert the army as soon as he shoots. He knows it.
That's asking for death.
Also, they robbed the wrong person. I'm just as hungry as they are, I need food just as much, I have to rescue the brakes, and I've just killed two adults, licked a few grams of drugs, and my blood is full of adrenaline
, the nerves were extremely excited.
I almost without hesitation inserted the thorn into the throat of the boy who attacked me before, then pulled the thorn out hard and pointed it at their leader with dripping blood.
The children who surrounded me involuntarily took a step back. They were frightened by my momentum and methods.
The blond boy holding the gun did not retreat, his face turned from shock to pale, he held up the pistol, the muzzle of the gun was trembling slightly.
I clearly knew that they would not let me go so easily. The things I brought were too tempting - butter, salt, lighters, pots, these things, they would have dreamed of. If I were facing ordinary children
, I have no pressure at all, but unfortunately, I am facing a beast that has been trained just like me and is going crazy with hunger. With one person against eight, there is almost no chance of winning. Even if I can kill seven, in the end
When the blond boy saw that the situation was over, he would definitely take the risk and use a gun against me - at that time, he really didn't care whether the gunshot would be heard by the warlords in the town.
I have to negotiate with him and exchange my own safety at a very small price. But if I want to take the initiative in the negotiation, I must establish my authority and show my strength first before I can get the results I want in the negotiation. Negotiation without authority is impossible.
It's just a compromise...
I gripped the spurs tightly, preparing to take action before they could recover. I jumped towards the boy closest to me. He was thinner than me, with a bloodless face and chapped lips. I felt the wood in his hands.
The stick is heavier than him - in fact, I'm not much better.
When he saw me charging forward, he hurriedly attacked me. After all, both of us had received professional fighting training. Even though he was exhausted, he still used a wooden stick to withstand three moves of mine. On the fourth move, I kicked him.
He fell to the ground, his eyes flashing with the desire to survive. I decided to cut off his ventricular blood vessels with a knife.
Hot blood spurted onto my clothes, arms, and face. I turned my head and continued to point the tip of my military bayonet at the blond boy.
It was easy to see from the expression on his face that he had understood what I meant. I warned him that I would keep killing unless he put down his weapon. Although there was no threat in him holding the gun now, I asked him to put it down.
The gun is a gesture of surrender.
He licked his lips, and then slowly put down the gun, but his expression was still full of provocation. He told me that I must leave the things behind, otherwise I would have to pay for my companions' lives.
Companion? I almost laughed, he didn’t even know what a real companion was. The two children I killed were the weakest and most useless characters in his team, so as not to really anger him, I guess
He was secretly happy to have two less mouths to feed.
But I didn't laugh in the end. I knew that now that the negotiation had begun and the other party had revealed the price, I had to counteroffer.
I walked to my pile of things and inserted the bloody spur into the ground. The spur was standing in the most obvious position. No one dared to move rashly. I broke off the yellowed salt block into a finger-sized piece and threw it away.
give them.
Several boys ran over and started grabbing like crazy. The blond boy yelled loudly and finally managed to stabilize the situation. He turned around and told me that this was not enough.
I broke off some more butter, and he shook his head at me. I was cruel and added a little more, giving them a fifth.
The blond boy pointed to the small bags scattered on the ground and asked me what they were.
I didn't tell them they were drugs, I just threw a few bags to them silently. This time the other boys didn't grab them, they picked them up in an orderly manner and stacked them together.
The blond boy pointed at my lighter and hooked his fingers. He was very shrewd and knew the importance of lighters in survival. At that time, disposable lighters were not yet popular in Africa. Of course I couldn't give it to him. I grabbed the military spurs.
of the controller and told him bluntly not to have such wishful thinking.
The situation became tense again, and there was a deathly silence all around.
I let go of the spur, grabbed a handful of banknotes from the blanket, and threw the two with the largest denominations on the ground. The money was enough to buy a piece of salt and butter in the town. My chips were definitely tempting enough.
The blond boy obviously hesitated for a while. He didn't understand why I suddenly changed my cautious strategy. But in the end he nodded, with a smile on his lips.
I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. You know, after I burned down the small drug factory, I no longer planned to enter the town, and it was useless to ask for money. The blond boy thought he had taken advantage, but for me, it was more like
It's a pile of waste paper that was replaced with a new lease of life.
I packed up my things and they made an exit for me.
The blond boy seemed to be somewhat interested in me and invited me to join his team. I ignored him and quickly walked into the thick night.
I deliberately walked around in the slums, crawled here and there, and got rid of the two tails following me. But I was still worried, so I walked around the smelly ditch three times before returning to my hiding place.
In the place.
When I came back, Setsune was still in a coma, his lips were purple, his eyes were unfocused, and his whole body was shivering. This was because his own defense system was fighting inflammation. He was very strong, and he didn't die until I came back.
I hurriedly made a pot of water with the broken pot I bought, added some salt and butter, lifted him up and gave him some water. His teeth were locked tightly, and I had to pry open his mouth with a military thorn...
After drinking the salt water, Cha regained his consciousness a little and looked at me with the whites of his clear eyes, as if he wanted to ask me why I didn't kill him yet. I ignored his expression, found some dried meat, and patted off the top.
I tore out a few shreds of meat from the dust with my teeth, put them in my mouth and chewed them vigorously. When they turned into crumbs, I didn't swallow them, but spit them into the palm of my hand and stuffed them into his mouth.
He struggled feebly and spat it out. The meat residue fell to the ground and broke into scattered pieces.
I don't know where the anger came from, and I slapped him in the face with such force that even my own palms ached. For a bite to eat, I was beaten, scolded, and killed others, but Sha took all my possessions.
The effort was spat out——
Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and he pointed at the spur thrown to the ground, and his fingertips returned to his heart.
I immediately understood what he meant. He didn't dislike me, but felt that he was dying and was not worth my waste of food for him.
I cried.
While crying, I grabbed the meat residue on the ground, mixed it with dust, and stuffed it into Sha's mouth again. I grabbed his neck and told him fiercely that he would die in the future, but he would never lie here and starve.
die.
I don't know if it was because of my fists or my tears that I started to swallow the food.
I found out the belt, cut off a part, and then cut the part into finger-sized pieces, selected the two smallest pieces, threw them into the pot, and prepared to eat my first and last meal of the day.
.
There is salt, there is oil, there is hot water in the pot, and I am still alive.
I'm so satisfied.
After that, I didn’t leave the hiding place for several days. There was chaos and chaos outside, and the situation was very tense. The sound of gunfire could often be heard. I guess the warlord was very angry. One of the soldiers we killed that day must have been a big officer, otherwise we wouldn’t have been able to
Possibly armed with a valuable Desert Eagle pistol, and since I blew up his drug processing plant, he's eager to turn the entire area upside down.
Setsuna has been in a semi-conscious state. Although food is tight, I still try to leave him the best things. I know that doing so actually violates the survival rules I have always believed in, but I am not a person who regrets easily.
, now that I have decided to save him, I will try my best.
After a few more days like this, I finally couldn't stand it anymore. I finally made up my mind, grabbed the drugs in one hand and the military spurs in the other, and walked up to him..."