Chapter 1392: Retribution

When Xin Han stopped the car, those mobs no longer had a live mouth. I can imagine the horror of eight infinite bullets Gatling firing at full strength!
Attacks without dead ends, not to mention these mobs with only steel knives and steel pipes, are those soldiers, except the lucky ones who are close to tanks and armored vehicles also died under Gatling's muzzle!
Several tanks began to move towards the Hummer. Without knowing what to do, Xin Han directly used the vehicle-mounted missile to blow all the tanks and helicopters into fireballs.
This type of missile, which is only the size of a ballpoint pen, will cost tens of thousands of merits if you exchange one from the system. Xin Han spent hundreds of thousands of merits on this attack, which made him feel sad for a long time.
Of course, relative to the gains from this killing, there are still some gains.
Suharto looked at these murdered mobs and soldiers, his face pale, and stared at Xin Han on the side. He saw that the other side was full of excitement and madness.
"It's so beautiful!"
Xin Han didn't know where to get two glasses of red wine: "Come on, Mr. President, let's celebrate for such a beautiful scene!"
Said to put a glass of red wine into Suharto's hands.
Suharto held the red wine in his hand and gazed vaguely. He said to celebrate your uncle, looked at the scene like the purgatory outside the car, and then looked at the red wine in his hand. He felt that it was cold blood to spit it out. Red wine, what are you doing?
This butcher cherishes his life very much, and no matter how dare to drink the red wine handed over by Xin Han, he immediately trembled and said: "I usually don't drink ..."
Xin Han's eyes were sharp: "Do you not give me face?"
He was holding red wine on his left hand, and the "Glock" on his right hand played a flower job, which was not without threat, but the result was handsome for three seconds. One accidentally, the pistol came out of his hand and fell beside the stall. Near Suharto.
At this moment, both were stunned!
Suharto was stunned. This temptation was too big. Did he pick it up or not?
Looking at Suharto's uncertain but eager eyes, Xin Han stared at him while drinking the red wine, throwing away the glass, lighting himself a cigarette, and raised his chin: " Do you want to grab a gun? "
"No ..." Suharto shuddered in his heart, thinking of the terrible Demon King in front of him, he quickly refused, firmly showing that he had never thought so.
Xin Han hit Suharto with a punch: "Nima, through your eyes, I know your inner ugliness, haven't you said yet?"
He smashed dozens of punches in a row, and his fists hurt, and Suharto stopped bloody.
Xin Han picked up ‘Glock’ and then warned:
Warn you not to drip blood in the car, otherwise you will be killed now!

Suharto covered his face, nodded again and again, and the cat was on his waist, letting blood drip onto his clothes. How did he succumb in his life, and aggrieved the next president, the famous butcher in history, burst into tears.
"Suffocating back, crying and killing you!" Xin Han opened a mouth on Suharto's head again, and the blood flow continued, and the old butcher immediately changed from crying to whispering.
And he was really afraid of Xin Han, he quickly took off his coat and wrapped it around his head, making him like A San, not letting the blood stay.
This pitiful look, in Xin Han's eyes without mercy, only ridiculous and happy.
In order to prevent survivors, Xin Han drove the car and crushed it two more times on the square. Sure enough, there was a lot of merit. However, the sound of the wheel crushing on the flesh made Suharto more sick. .
"This is all your nationals. Why did you feel heartache?" Xin Han's mouth showed a playful smile, and then suddenly hit the head of Suharto with a gun butt: "This is all your special sin. When you kill 300,000 Chinese people, you should think of such a day! "
Suharto was smashed and passed out, but before he lost consciousness, he heard that Xin Han mentioned the massacre that year, he knew that the retribution was coming, and he had no luck.
When the old butcher woke up again, he was stunned because of the huge pressure on his chest, which made him feel more and more difficult to breathe.
When I saw my eyes, there was a grass in front, and the grass grew so high that it reached the tip of his nose.
But when he woke up, he realized that it was not right. It was not that the grass was growing high, but that he was too low. He was buried in the soil, only showing his head.
He looked up vigorously, only to find that he was in the garden of the Presidential Palace, and he was buried on the green lawn that he often cools off.
And the demon was smoking a cigarette while sitting in a reclining chair not far away.
"You ... you said you would let me go ... you can't kill me!" Suharto said hardly, and his throat seemed to burst into flames.
Xin Han turned his eyes: "You can rest assured, I always speak ... not a word!"
After he finished talking, he patted his thighs and laughed, but in Suharto's ears it was more terrible than the devil's crying.
Xin Han strode over, knowing when there was an extra dagger in his hand, Suharto exclaimed in shock: "I still have money, I will give you the money, let me go!"
Xin Han shook his head: "The money is enough, I don't know how to spend the money reasonably, so you don't have to worry about me without the president!"
As he spoke, he used a dagger to gently cut a ten-slot mouth on Suharto's head.
Suharto exclaimed in horror: "What are you going to do? Don't kill me!"
Xin Han ignored him and said to himself: "China has an ancient torture called live peeling!"
He said it in English, so that Suharto could hear clearly ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The method is to bury the person in the soil, revealing only one head, cut a cross with a knife on the top of the head, and pull the scalp away , It is said that the mercury is poured into the inside. It is said that the reason for the heavy weight of mercury is to pull the muscles away from the skin. The people buried in the soil will twist and pain and ca n’t break free, and finally the body will pick from the soil Come out, only one piece of skin is left in the soil ... "
"I don't know the true or false of this method, just use you to try!"
Xin Han ripped the Shizi knife with his hand, exchanged a large bottle of mercury directly from the system, and looked at Suharto, who was horrified and distorted in his face, softly said: "Relax, if the method is feasible, you will jump in a while Out!"
After I finished speaking, I started pouring mercury into the knife edge.
But what disappointed Xin Han was that although the mercury filled the wound, it did not penetrate between the skin and flesh as it was supposed to, which made him wonder if he could kill the old butcher.
Of course, he still has a little patience. He exchanged a few small dishes and drinks from the system, walked to the lounge chair and sat down to eat and drink, waiting to see what could happen!
Xin Han had no hope, but when he ate and drank, things ushered in an unexpected turning point. Although the mercury did not penetrate into the flesh, Suharto also struggled with a distorted expression.
"Save me ... save me ... it's too itchy, I can't stand it, it's so itchy, I have money ... I have gold jewelry ... save me ! "
"I'm going, it works!" Xin Han walked over to interview: "Mr. President, how do you feel now?"
"Itch ... Itchy heart ... Ah, kill me!" Suharto's voice was completely dry, and he became heartbroken.