After a pause, he continued: "I know Beto just wants to seize the country's power, but now he doesn't care about the life and death of the people. Even if he is pushed to the government, the people will still oppose him. Can he sit firmly?"
Water can carry or capsize a boat. Anyone who subverts a political power will use the suffering of the people as a cover, and Beto is no exception.
He massacred people wantonly just to seize food and money to enrich his armed forces. Of course, the villages he looted were also government supporters.
After reaching a certain level of strength, you still have to be hypocritical to win the trust of the people. This is clear to anyone who seizes power.
"With weapons, you can have everything."
King Kong waved the gun in his hand, and continued with disdain on his black face: "Killing all those infected with the plague can control the spread of the plague. As long as you have a gun in your hand, you are not afraid of the opposition of the people."
For backward countries, force is particularly important.
What's more, for a simple-minded guy like him, he can only use force to solve problems. This is his only advantage...
"Really? This is just your idea."
Putina changed the topic and continued with a sneer: "I guarantee that after you kill them, Beto will definitely not let you go."
"Haha..." After King Kong heard what she said, he immediately burst into laughter and said, "I don't believe that the lives of these doctors are more important than mine."
He was telling the truth. After all, he had been following Beto for several years and had made great contributions through life and death. He had become his most capable subordinate. He was very confident about this.
How could he kill himself for a few doctors? It’s simply ridiculous...
"It's not that the lives of these doctors are more important than yours, but the support of hundreds of thousands of plague patients in Liberia is much more important than your lives."
"What do you mean?" King Kong's black face twitched, and his proud expression became much calmer before he asked.
"These doctors have developed a method to treat the plague. Think about it, if Beto can get this vaccine, will he immediately get the support of hundreds of thousands of plague patients and even their families? Is he the last to overthrow the government?
Good opportunity?"
Putina had already made up her mind, and continued after a series of rhetorical questions: "But once you kill them, all this will be in vain. Beto will definitely become angry when he finds out, so I advise you to ask him for permission first, and then
It’s not too late to make a decision.”
After listening to her words, King Kong's face became obviously hesitant.
As Beto's most capable subordinate, he naturally knew the purpose of his master Fanzhengfu. What Putina said was true. She had gained the support of hundreds of thousands of people so easily. How could he let her go so easily?
Thinking of this, King Kong took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned around and walked to the ward on one side.
"Hey, what did you tell him?"
Although he couldn't understand the conversation between the two, Zhang Yang could tell from the hesitation on King Kong's face and the joy on Putina's face that the immediate life-and-death crisis should have been resolved, and he couldn't help but ask curiously.
"I told them that you guys have developed a vaccine to suppress the plague." Putina replied in a low voice.
"Even if it is developed, it cannot be handed over to these people who kill innocent people indiscriminately."
He Shuqing raised his head and glanced at the corpses of many patients who had not run back to the room in time, lying scattered in the corridor, and said with an excited and angry look on his face.
"One step at a time, one step at a time, it's important to save your life now."
…
Zhang Yang understood her thinking. Anyway, with the vaccine in the hands of a few of his people, he could temporarily keep a few people safe.
The branches and leaves of the ivy can neutralize the plague virus. Although it is not yet perfect, the general direction of development has been determined. With slight improvements, the formula can be developed for mass production.
But there was more doubt in her heart. Putina was also a fanzhengfu militant. She naturally knew all this. Why did she need to use this as a condition to save a few of her people?
If she took advantage of the opportunity in front of her and let King Kong kill a few of her, wouldn't it be more beneficial to her if she was the only one who knew how to restrain the plague that day?
"Take them all away." A few minutes later, King Kong walked out quickly, waved his hand and shouted loudly.
Everyone walked out of the ward one after another. When Gerald followed him out, King Kong crossed the gun in his hand and stopped him with a sinister smile on his face: "You stay."
"He wants to go with us." Putina naturally understood what kind of fate would be waiting for Gerald if he stayed.
"No, apart from the four of you, not one more person will do." King Kong flatly refused.
"He is our patient, and we need to use him to continue testing the effectiveness of suppressing the plague virus." Putina explained patiently.
"Someone will let you experiment."
…
Gerald heard the conversation between the two and knew that King Kong would not let him go no matter what. He took a look at the corpses in the corridor and understood that he would soon be like them.
The desire to survive made him take advantage of King Kong's conversation with Putina to be distracted, push everyone away, and run towards the stairs crazily.
boom!
After running a few steps, he received a solid blow to his head. Blood immediately flowed out and he staggered to the ground.
Bang bang bang...
Two of the men brought by King Kong immediately rushed forward and kicked him hard.
Although the plague on Gerald's body has been controlled and improved, it does not mean that he has recovered. There are still large areas of blood blisters on his body.
After being kicked violently by two men, his body was covered in blood and flesh, his skin was torn apart, and he let out shrill screams one after another.
"Stop!" Zhang Yang couldn't help but rushed forward and kicked a nigger away.
He did not see these people killing those who were seriously affected by the plague.
What's more, in the current situation, before the plague is developed, those people will undoubtedly be more miserable alive, and may even become zombies like the bloody man just now. In that case, it will undoubtedly be more cruel to them.
But the Gerald in front of him has improved significantly. Apart from some blood scars and a few small blood blisters, his face is no different from a normal person.
The pain at this time made his facial features distorted, and he curled up tightly on the ground...
Hua Hua Hua...
There was a sound of guns being raised, and everyone's guns were pointed at him.
"Zhang Yang, don't be impulsive." Putina walked over quickly and held his arm tightly to persuade him.
Although there is a way to restrain the plague as an amulet, King Kong will not kill him for the time being, but now that it has fallen into their hands, is it not easy to inflict some suffering on him?
"The kungfu is good, but this is not in China. In Liberia, this thing is the boss."
King Kong waved the gun in his hand, the black muzzle of the gun pressed against his forehead, with a proud and arrogant smile on his face.
Zhang Yang had the urge to kill him...
But when I think of He Shuqing, Catherine, and even Putina, who is also armed with fanzhengfu, I can only suppress my anger and aggrievement in my heart.
"Do not impulse."
Putina saw his constantly changing and distorted face and knew the anger in his heart. She pulled his arm hard and persuaded him: "You can't always think about yourself. What should I do with Mr. He and Catherine? They have guns in their hands. You
You can't beat them."
She knew that Zhang Yang was very skilled, after all, he had shown it just now, but was his skill useful in front of weapons?
No matter how skilled you are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives. Although this is a joke, it also shows the importance of weapons...
"Ha ha……"
King Kong laughed crazily and walked up to Gerald, suddenly stomped on his chest and cursed: "MD, let you run! Run again..."
Click!
puff!
The crisp sound of bones was particularly harsh in the corridor. The broken bones pierced the internal organs, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from Gerald's mouth.
Da da da……
After a burst of gunfire, Gerald didn't even scream. His head was beaten to pieces, and the gun mixed with blood flowed all over the floor. It was shocking to those who saw it.
Putina and Catherine turned their heads to one side, unable to bear to see this miserable scene. He Shuqing clenched her fists tightly, with tears in her eyes...
"MD, you dare to hit me." The nigger who was kicked out by Zhang Yang came up at this time.
After scolding him, he glanced at King Kong first. Seeing that he didn't stop him, he knew that he had acquiesced in the revenge he was about to carry out, and continued: "Let you know how powerful I am."
When one of his subordinates was beaten, King Kong's face didn't look good, so it was normal for his subordinates to retaliate and regain some face.
What's more, he didn't kill Zhang Yang, but just beat him to let his subordinates relieve their anger. After returning, the boss would not be too angry and scolded.
"He was just impulsive. Don't hit anyone." Putina hurriedly stood in front of Zhang Yang and said.
Zhang Yang was very touched by her action. Wen Lan and Hua Tinglan had both protected him in this way. Although it didn't have any effect, it made him deeply feel the care.
Especially now, facing a gang of murderous gangsters, it is even more rare and valuable for this black girl to have such courage.
Is she really a fanzhengfu*? Was it really a group of them who killed the thirty-seven lives of medical aid workers and peacekeepers? Zhang Yang began to wonder at this time.
When the zombies attacked her just now, she didn't help her. If Catherine hadn't helped her, the consequences would have been disastrous.
Normally it would be good if she didn't hate herself, but now she was repaying kindness with kindness for helping him. Zhang Yang couldn't help but admire her generosity and feel even more ashamed of herself.
"Go away!"
The nigger grabbed Putina's hair and pushed her aside, then kicked Zhang Yang hard in the abdomen.
ah!
Zhang Yang let out a scream, the tone of which was even worse than Gerald's. The facial features on his face were so distorted that it was impossible to see their original appearance, and his hands instinctively covered his lower abdomen.
There was a tiny silver needle in his hand, which pierced the black man's ankle. The Nine Yang True Fire instantly filled his body and entered the black man's body through the silver needle.
He twisted his fingers lightly, pushed hard and then pulled it out quickly and covertly, so naturally no one would notice. (To be continued)