Seeing that Prince Pengpeng was about to run away, the mob raised their guns and shot him.
The momentum is there, but the accuracy is far off.
After all, being able to learn how to use a firearm in such a short period of time is already the limit.
Accuracy requires long-term practice and depends on talent.
If this continues, maybe Prince Pengpeng will actually escape.
Abel, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't help but shake his head. It turned out to be just a bunch of ragtag people who couldn't be used for much purpose.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness, if I let you run away, the fun behind this won't be able to unfold."
"So I'd better ask you to die. Don't worry, I will spend all the wealth you have accumulated on your behalf."
Abel took out the pistol Doflamingo gave him, pointed it at Prince Pengpeng who was running away, and then gently pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The running Prince Pengpeng fell to the ground at the sound.
"Help me"
Prince Pengpeng stretched out his hand to Dogleg No. 1 in front of him. He didn't want to die, and his eyes were full of the desire to survive.
Dog Leg No. 1 subconsciously wants to save people, after all, everything about him comes from the person in front of him.
But the next moment, the shouts of killing were heard.
"Hit, that beast was hit!"
"Hurry up and catch him and kill him!"
"Don't let him go, I will cut him into pieces!"
Dog Leg No. 1 hesitated. If he takes the other person with him now, it is very likely that neither of them will be able to escape.
It is better for one person to live alone than for two people to die together.
So Dogleg No. 1 did not hesitate anymore, ignored Prince Pengpeng's hand reaching out to him, turned around and ran away.
Seeing this scene, Prince Pengpeng's face immediately became extremely distorted, and his eyes were full of resentment and anger.
Then he was overwhelmed by what he called the angry mob.
The people selected to attack this manor were basically the avengers who had their families destroyed because of Prince Pengpeng and the thugs around him.
So they don't care at all what will happen after killing Prince Pengpeng.
They don't even care about their lives, so what else do they have to be afraid of?
In just an instant, Prince Pengpeng was beaten into a hornet's nest and died with his eyes wide open unwillingly.
And this isn't the end yet. There are people lining up behind, waiting to empty the ammunition on Prince Pengpeng, even if it's just a corpse.
"Stop fighting and leave quickly! The palace's army is almost here!"
"Let's go. If you don't go, it will be too late."
"You go, it's worth using your life to avenge my daughter. Give me the remaining ammunition, and I will cut off your heirs."
"Count me in, I've had enough."
"Yes, you won't lose if you kill one, but you will gain blood if you kill two!"
"Save some ammunition for me, Marde, I just hit that beast. What a waste."
"Everyone."
"Let's go quickly. The future of the resistance depends on you."
After a while, most of the people dispersed and fled, leaving only a few dozen old people waiting for the arrival of the kingdom's soldiers with relaxed expressions.
Then there was another burst of gunfire, and a fierce exchange of fire broke out between the two sides.
...
In the palace.
The king looked at Prince Pengpeng who had been shot hundreds of times and was almost turned into a pile of rotten flesh on the ground, and couldn't help but close his eyes.
Although he does dote on his little son, it's not like that.
And when he opened his eyes again, there was no sadness in his eyes, only coldness remained.
"Calling all soldiers together, search the country for the whereabouts of that group of thugs. Once discovered, they will be killed without mercy!"
"If anyone is protecting anyone, kill him!"
"Anyone who knows but fails to report will be killed!"
"Those who spread rumors and cause trouble shall be killed!"
"Then all the thugs who were captured earlier were executed and their bodies were hung as a warning to others."
"Yes, Your Majesty the King."
The king waved his hand and told them to do things quickly, and then he heard someone crying in the hall.
Turning around, he saw that it was Prince Pengpeng's former dog leg, throwing himself on Prince Pengpeng's body and crying bitterly.
It seems that he is expressing his loyalty in this way.
Seeing this, Guo Guo nodded, "Yes, you have your heart."
"His Royal Highness the Prince treated me with such kindness as a mountain. This villain really has nothing to repay, woo woo woo."
"In this case, then you should accompany my son to the burial. With you by my side, I guess my son will not be alone down there."
The cry of dogleg No. 1 stopped suddenly, and his expression was extremely wonderful!
But it was too late to regret it now, soldiers immediately dragged him down.
"No, I uh-huh."
"My son is dead, how dare you, a dog-like thing, live alone?"
The king murmured to himself, and then focused his attention on the old guns in front of him.
If he wasn't already stupid, these guns should be the ones his soldiers had just replaced.
"What a good idea. My son died unjustly."
When he saw these old guns, he had already guessed the cause and effect of the whole incident.
But the arms dealer named Abel has long since disappeared.
The ships docked at the port also left carrying large amounts of wealth.
All that's left is a mess.
What a cruel heart!
But this revenge must be avenged, and those thugs must die!
...
A big event happened in the Kingdom of Bliss.
Prince Pengpeng was killed by a mob in a suburban manor.
The king is furious!
A large number of soldiers were dispatched to begin a nationwide search for the mob.
Reporting is rewarded, harboring is the same crime!
And once discovered, they will be shot on the spot.
Those mobs themselves are the bottom people of this country, and they don't say "I am a mob" on their faces.
And these mud-legged people are more united than they thought.
So the gain is very little.
Things are not progressing, and these soldiers are naturally the unlucky ones.
Then things started to get out of control.
Many innocent people were implicated.
Since the mob couldn't tell the difference between real and fake mobs, they would rather kill the wrong ones than let them go.
It doesn't matter whether you are a member of the mob or not, as long as I think you are, then you are!
If you don't find a way to achieve something, you will be the next unlucky one.
All of a sudden, there were cries, screams, and gunshots. All kinds of sounds were chaotic.
In addition, all the friends who had stayed in the manor after the break were executed, and their bodies were hung up for public display.
This finally made the rebels unable to endure it any longer.
As a result, a fierce fight ensued in an instant!
Real mobs appeared, growing in number.
It seems that every moment someone is being forced from being a good citizen to become a mob.
At this time, the mountains of old arms in the hands of the rebels came into use immediately. Each person had one, and when someone came, they fired!
It's hard to hit this thing accurately, but it's very easy to learn how to shoot.
When the fuse was lit, the people who had been oppressed for a long time finally began to truly resist.