Chapter 839: Deserve

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Guan Cheng is a small employee. The kind of clever staff who are weak in appearance, honest and ideal, but not much ambition, some ability, but not enough IQ, enough emotional quotient, but a little bit who can get along with people friendly but can't meet each other.
There are many such people on the streets of the city. They seem to have the same appearance, the same clothing taste, the same dumb personality and even the same life path. They passed you by silently. Or appear among friends who are partying with you, sitting quietly with a somewhat shy and eager smile, watching others chatter and laugh.
Usually when the party is late at night, he will receive a phone call from his home, and then he will leave in a hurry and embarrassment. But maybe one day, when he was suppressed to the extreme, he would inexplicably infuse himself into drunkenness, and then patted his chest braggingly, talking nonsense, or crying or laughing.
And when he was sober, if he didn't remember anything, he was still the shy little clerk. If he unfortunately remembers the ugliness when he was drunk, then he will feel embarrassed and will soon disappear from your eyes. Until a long time later, you were surprised to call your name in the vast crowd, turned around, but did not remember who he was.
Guan Cheng is such a person. At the age of 37, he worked in a bank and took a salary that barely guaranteed his family's food and clothing.
Although in such troubled times, it is already a proud thing to be able to keep a job. However, only Guan Cheng knew that this rice bowl was not as strong as his wife and children.
If it ’s not his boss ’s heart that ’s not bad, and the department needs people like him who do the hard work and blame, I ’m afraid this job will no longer belong to me.
Guan Cheng doesn't smoke, so he doesn't smoke or chat in groups like the other colleagues on the sunny side of the terrace. When he needs a break to change his mind, he likes to hold a cup of coffee and drill down on the terrace at the back of the company building to stay quietly for a while. Although the wind there is relatively strong and the scenery is not very good, but it is quiet.
On this terrace where debris is rarely visited, he is able to have five minutes of his own, to get excited for a little extra bonus in this month ’s salary, or to spend time thinking about things like immigration, children Such as education, and household expenses that are becoming increasingly tense.
And on this day, Guan Cheng walked up the terrace holding his coffee and looked down, but he saw the downstairs that he looked at the daze familiar lane many times, parked a rough-style military off-road vehicle. Between the waste piles, several people were facing each other quietly.
Seven men, a little boy.
The fat man with the little boy held a dagger in his hand.
On the other side, there are five sturdy and capable men who seem to be full of leopards, surrounded by a man in his fifties wearing a jacket. Each of them half-sided with their right arm raised flat, holding a black pistol in their hand, and the muzzle was aimed at the fat man holding a dagger.
Guan Cheng was silly all at once.
He grew his mouth, only to feel that his heart jumped into his throat, his feet were soft, and his blood seemed to coagulate. He squatted down quickly, and put his hairy back on a large cardboard box, looking down through the gap of the railing, and the coffee cup in his hand was shaken by the trembling of his body.
The bright spring sunshine shone and was cut apart by the city's scattered high-rise buildings and undulating roofs.
The sunlight thrown into the alley is a slanted golden light strip passing between the two skyscrapers in the distance, and only shines on the corner of one side of the alley, cutting the whole alley from it, half bright and half bright gloomy.
The metal in the waste pile, the water in the glass and the ground, reflecting the light in the sun. The metal frame of the billboard, the eaves, the shadow of the fat man and the little boy were stretched long.
When Guan Cheng saw an armed man with an automatic rifle sticking out of the warehouse window opposite the alley, and saw the fat man not far behind the waste dump, the two murderous gunmen behind the heavy metal trash can At that time, he suddenly felt that this was not a dark alley behind the city building, but a grassland full of steaming heat waves after rain.
Two large and one small antelopes, eating grass in the sun, cautiously raised their ears from time to time to monitor the surroundings.
And not far from them, several cheetahs preyed silently through the sunless grove, enveloping them in the center.
Just a little bit of wind and grass, crime will happen!
Guan Cheng struggled to control his teeth fighting up and down. He trembled out of the phone, wanted to call the police, and was afraid of getting in trouble. After dialing three nines, he could not press the launch button.
Hesitating, he glanced down again. This made him suddenly feel that the fat man was familiar!
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"Speak, hybrid, how do you want to die?"
When the fat man standing in front of him spit out this sentence from his mouth, his face was a chilling smile. Hansford's heart sank sharply. A sturdy man with a shaved head next to him immediately gave a dignified look to the two gunmen beside him, and the gunman turned quickly to investigate the situation around the alley.
"No need to go," the fat man said lightly. "No one else, just the two of us."
Two? There was a strange expression on Hansford's face, and the people beside him were startled.
The atmosphere seemed to freeze. No one moved, no sound, no wind. There was a damp, musty smell deep in the alley. The surrounding buildings stood quietly, and the golden sunlight shone down like a waterfall that was fixed in time.
"General, no one!" A gunman who went to the detective ran back and reported next to Hansford. The other gunman who followed him blocked the fat behind with the three men who had just come out of the warehouse door.
"How did you find me?" Hansford looked up at the fat man.
He looked haggard, with a hoarse voice, and a pair of triangular eyes with loose eyelids, full of bloodied fierce eyes. It looks like an old hungry wolf.
"It happened," the fat man said frankly: "I accidentally found you when driving through here."
"Do you think I would believe such a low-level lie?" Hansford narrowed his eyes slightly: "This alley is not open to traffic, and there is no second way except for passing through the dedicated parking lot passage in front. However, that The parking lot has been deserted for a long time. If you did n’t know that I was here, how could you go this way? "
'Moreover,' Hansford's triangular eyes looked at the expression on the fat man's face, with a hint of suspicious smell of danger, and tried to catch the signal confirming the guess: "We just heard the sound of the flying car just now, Immediately hide, you are absolutely impossible to see us, let alone stop the car, just come over so fearlessly ... "
Hansford stopped, disappointed and angry. In front of him, there was only one look on the fat man's face-impatient.
"So much analysis, what do you think of you as a detective?" The fat man sneered with a scornful look, that looks as disgusting and disgusting as possible: "If you don't have it, you don't have it! To tell you the truth, you just met it. You think A few more people will hunt you down, but how many things do we have all day and night, who the has so much leisure to deal with a dog of the family. "
"Do you know how many guns are pointing at your head now?"
Perhaps it was stabbed by the fat man's words, or maybe he knew that there were not a large number of military police around him and he let go of it. Hansford sneered, and some rickets suddenly became straight. The unique momentum of the high-ranking person burst out at this moment, just like a violent tiger.
"Then you know," the fat man said coldly, "how many injustices are waiting for you on Huangquan Road?"
Hansford looked at the fat man, his eyes flashing indifferently, and for a long time, he slowly said: "Do you mean the people I executed?"
The fat man gently raised his eyebrows.
"Ha ha ha ha!" Hansford suddenly laughed: "It's just a king defeated, if I had to feel something, I can only say that they deserve to die!"
"Due?" The fat man's eyes flashed.
"Of course it deserves it! Hamilton deserves the most!" Hansford grinned: "Do you think that if the winner of the war is eventually Sito, will Hamilton not be spit on the tombstone? I tell you, He will be scolded, hated, and tainted for years! Because he led this meaningless war! "
"You mean, should we let anyone invade?" The fat man asked patiently.
"It's nothing more than a new kind of domination. What difference does it make for those of us who are struggling to get to the present?" Hansford's voice showed a grudge: "If I say Gacharin, I can still Find a reason for not wanting to be ruled by a mad emperor of such a small country, so why do we still fight when the army of West Rio is under pressure? "
"Privately, we have long contacted West Covenant, and people have agreed to many of our conditions," Hansford said: "What they want is nothing more than the Leray Passage. Most government and military leaders, they Can be retained. Although the power is not as great as before, it is much better than a broken Lei Le! "
"But they don't do it!" Hansford laughed again, sarcastically: "They think this is a betrayal. Since they are against me, blocking the road, to kill themselves, then I will complete them! They are deserved to die, they deserve it! Only hate, Brody ’s idiot did not listen to me, kill Mikhailovic first, otherwise, can you take back the government so easily? "
"For this selfish reason, you launched a cleansing, waved a butcher's knife at your own countrymen, and killed thousands of unarmed civilians?" The fat man looked at Hansford coldly.
"Selfish?" Hansford laughed again: "I didn't expect General Tian to be the first person in the Leray military, so naive."
With tears in his smile, he shifted his gaze from the fat man's face to the little boy holding the fat man's clothes. He asked kindly: "Do you think I'm particularly like a big bad guy?"
Hansford doesn't know the little fart boy. At the beginning, the existence of the little fart boy belonged to the absolute secrets known to only a few talents such as Hamilton and Bernadotte in the Leray Federation. Of course, Hansford, who is in the free military area, does not need to know these. Moreover, Hamilton at that time was already wary of him.
Therefore, at this moment, he only thought that the little fart boy was an ordinary little boy.
The little fart boy dodged his gaze in fear, then bit his lip and nodded hard, his childish face flushed: "You guys are bad guys, we want to destroy you!"
Hansford just wiped the corners of his eyes, and burst into tears again. He looked at the fat man and shook his head. He generally asked with a murmur: "Which child is so sad to die."
"He?" The fat man looked at the little fart boy and said lightly: "He can't die if you die a thousand times."
"I don't understand," Hansford stopped smiling and said to the fat man seriously: "You only have a knife in your hand and a child. And if I order it, there will be at least ten gun clubs. At the same time fire at you, no matter how you look at it, the dead person is you. Why are you still so arrogant. It seems that I am determined. "
"Because we stand for justice!" The childish voice of the little fart boy sounded in the alley.
This time, even the gunmen on the side couldn't help but looked at each other with funny expressions on their faces.
"This kid is so cute," Hansford smiled at the fat man. "You don't think so too?"
"A lot of unrighteousness will kill you!" The fat man's were solemn and solemn.
For a time, the expression on everyone's face became strangely weird. It was both stunned and funny. The sarcasm in the fat man's eyes couldn't be stopped.
"To be honest, I really doubt whether you are an idiot." Hansford sighed: "Now I finally understand why Bernardo was so hesitant when he pushed you out to be a hero . "
He turned his head and looked at the flat-headed man beside him: "Is it safe to be around?"
The flat-headed man nodded affirmatively: "I'm sure there is no one but us here!"
"Then the two of them, what should I do?" Hansford frowned slightly. "This is the city center. If you use a gun, it's easy to stun the police and cause unnecessary trouble."
"General Tian is a federal hero of Le Lei, a special soldier, and he has many legends in the special forces." The sharp head of the flat-headed man looked directly at the face of the fat man: "I have seen through the internal channels that the battlefield record of the battle of General Tian Yi, to be honest, with bare hands, I am afraid that neither of us will be his opponents together. "
"Well," Hansford smiled slightly. "Maybe General Tian was just the idea."
He turned his head to stare at the fat man's eyes and said in a word: "If we kill him with a shot, the entire Gary Palan will be copied by Flavio and Mihailovich, and we can't run away. And a living general is more important to a fugitive like us, so he has a chance to kill us all with a saber. "
"So?" The flat-headed man asked, "General, do you mean?"
"Sauber is already under pressure from the army, and they won't be able to lap for a long time. As long as we avoid this, we have a chance to turn over!" Hansford said with a smile: "Killing can't kill him, but we can Use a gun to interrupt his hands and feet first. As long as he can catch the federal hero, it does n’t matter if he gets into trouble. Moreover, it will take a few minutes for the police to get here! "
"Understood!" The flat-headed man led by the gunman pointed the gun in his hand at the fat man's knee with a tone of emotion: "General Tian, ​​sorry."
"Are you going to beat me in the leg?" The fat man looked silly, looking strangely from left to right.
"We are not your opponents fighting freehand," a sly smile appeared on the flat-headed man's face: "I had no choice but to make a decision. You are more than twenty meters away from me, which is the safest distance. And, I will not give you any The opportunity to get close to us ... "
As soon as the voice fell, the flat-headed man pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Bang!" As the pistol's energy blaster made a bang, the staff on the terrace Guan Cheng violently covered his mouth and exhausted all his energy to make no exclamation.
He had recognized who the fat young man was. At the same time, he also saw that while the flat-headed man was shooting, the blond boy turned out to be in front of the fat man.
Looking at the little boy who covered his chest and lost his gaze, Guan Cheng was going crazy. I have dialed the phone of the police station and put it in my ear, but can't say a word.
"Fat! I'm going to die!" The little fart child lay in the arms of the fat man and looked at the fat man in pain.
"You killed him, you killed him!" The fat man looked at the flat-headed man with a sorrowful face and howled at his neck.
"Ah!" The little fart boy began an aria: "What a beautiful world, but my short life is about to end."
"Go to your mother's little bastard, you have lived for four thousand years!" The fat man said angrily, "Your life is short, what the is he calling!"
Watching this big and small fat two rotten to scumming performance, listening to the incredible dialogue, everyone present was stupid.
The smile on Hansford's face froze, and the flat-headed man looked at his gun in disbelief. Only he knew the power of this modified Porta pistol. A shot passed, and he could blow away half of the fat man's legs. However, hitting the little boy had no effect at all.
When everyone was dumbfounded, all of a sudden, the disgusting lines stopped. In front of them, two white and fat fat men raised their heads at the same time.
A fat smile hung on the corner of the big fat man's mouth. At the moment, the little fat man looked more like a little devil with a horn on his head. Moreover, from him, there was a burst of mechanical sound.
In the blink of an eye, all his arms, buttocks towards this side, were split.
The muzzles of two mini-missiles and several machine guns appeared in the sharply contracted pupils of all. The gunmen ’s fingers, which had not been extremely frightened, pulled the trigger, and the fierce fire broke through the city in an instant. Accompanying this horror sound are several light chains shot in different directions, two explosions and two mushroom clouds rising from the sky ...
Guan Cheng squeezed the phone innocently, staring blankly at the bright, colorful barrage like a storm, swept through the alley in an instant, and flushed the gunmen's bodies like tide, turning them His hands and feet were interrupted, his body smashed, and his bones and flesh flew away and instantly peeled off his body.
The two gunmen on the second floor of the warehouse were sent to the sky by the mini missile directly connected to the warehouse. The shock wave of the explosion even spread to the open air where Guan Cheng was.
The sun was still bright, but the original stagnant wind was pulled from all sides. The positive area was shrouded in blazing flames, and the sky seemed to be red with blood.
Except for that terrible energy storm, Guan Cheng could not see anything.
When the sound of guns and explosions stopped, and the flesh and blood fluttered like a rain, hitting the ground. In the thick smoke, only Hansford was left. His spirit seems to have completely collapsed. The face was covered with the flesh and blood of the gunmen beside him. He was shaking all over, looking into the eyes of the fat man and the little fart boy, full of endless fear and despair.
At this time, the fat man moved. Holding the military hunting knife in his hand, he rushed towards Hansford. The seemingly clumsy and fat body was as light as the wind, and as healthy as a leopard. With only two or three steps to kick the ground, he increased the speed to the extreme, like an arrow off the string!
"You can't kill me! I order you! Stop!" Hansford exclaimed, hysterical, his crimson eyes protruding completely.
"stop..............."
"Stop it!"
"puff!"
The snow was sharp, and with a stunning arc, he swept over Hansford's throat and cut a huge, rift.
Hansford stared in disbelief, covering his throat with his hands, shaking and unwilling to fall.
He didn't believe he died like this.
He was originally in control of the country and had powers unimaginable by ordinary people. Can do the most beautiful woman, drink the best wine, live in the most luxurious room, have the most expensive interplanetary cruise. You can also control the destiny of all people and watch them struggle, beg, and suffer in their palms, make people live, and make people die!
He had it all and lost it again. He is not reconciled, he still has a chance. He could wait until Sauber went down south, and he could execute all those who were against him, even Brodie, the idiot.
How can such a life just disappear?
Hansford's throat made a gurgling noise, and a large stream of blood ran out of his fingers.
When he finally opened his dead fish-like eyes and rushed straight to the ground. The fat man spit hard and turned to the buggy.
"Dog mongrel! Deserve it!"
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