Chapter 1114: Hungry eyes of the slum

The snipers and all the guards on the periphery did not know what would happen in the room, because they did not hear any movement. √∟, Zhen Fan has already appeared in the basement of this room. He doesn't have that weapon, because now he doesn't need to confuse anything, just kill the people inside.
"I need you to help me train manpower, explode, assassinate... everything, I know your talents, so... you will become the most important person under me." Akadura? Les talked freely, but he discovered a strange phenomenon, almost everyone's eyes looked towards the door of the basement with some horror.
He couldn't help but looked over, only to see a middle-aged local man, looking at them with a smile, his eyes rolled around, and then fell on him, he couldn't help but subconsciously wanted to touch the gun. , His gun stayed by his side all the time, it was a powerful pistol built with a gold shell, but the gold shell looked like a decoration, not practical, and sometimes it would affect the performance of the gun. But it looks very cool.
This kind of pistol Zhen Fan has seen, or in an American gangster movie, the extravagant decorations of those gangsters. It seems that I have seen them in the warlords in Africa, but they are all shown in movies. Zhen Fan has not seen such a pistol in real life, so he can't help but look at it twice.
After a stunned awakening, Akadura Emir’s actions reminded everyone here that they grabbed their guns and pointed them at Zhen Fan. There were automatic rifles, pistols, and various miscellaneous weapons. . Only Plath had no weapons, because before he was confirmed by Akadura Emil. He will not have weapons. This is also the place where Akadura Emir is cautious.
"Very good pistol." As soon as Zhen Fan waved his hand, he took the pistol and disappeared out of thin air in the hands of Akadura Emil. And Zhen Fan had already lowered his head and started to fiddle with the pistol in his hand, and then couldn't help but smile. He really thought it was all made of gold, and thought that there was such a fool in this world, but it was just a layer of gold leaf.
Zhen Fan's hand shocked everyone again and forgot what to do. Know that Akadura Emil said: "Shoot, shoot, shoot this bastard!" These talents all shot Zhen Fan together, they seemed to forget. Zhen Fan was able to come here without knowing it, and the people in the room outside seemed to end up not very well.
Plath felt that the breath of his body was almost frozen. He was stared at by the person just now, and a chill shook his body, as if to freeze every part of his body. He felt a little stiff in his body, so he stepped back quietly. He felt that these people would definitely not be able to kill that person.
His feeling is right. When the bullet came over, Zhen Fan suddenly stretched out his hand. All the bullets seemed to have disappeared, when they emptied the magazine. Just about to change the bomb, Zhen Fan suddenly loosened his palm. Suddenly, there was a sound of "ding and clanging" some metal falling on the ground from the basement.
All the bullets fell from Zhen Fan's palm. The sound of the metal hitting the ground was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of these people, and their hearts followed these sounds. With a violent beating, one of them finally couldn't bear it. Sit down on the ground, then rolled over again. Kneeling on the ground, he said in his mouth: "God, please forgive my sins... I swear, I will serve you, even if I see you in heaven, I will be your servant. This One thing will never change..." His chattering voice affected other people, and some people began to drop their weapons.
"Go to hell." Akadura Emir forcibly resisted the beating of his heart. He grabbed the rifle from the man's hand, replaced it with a magazine, and shot him at the man immediately. He died on the ground and yelled, "Go to hell, and want to see God, are you crazy? He is the devil, shoot, shoot him to death." He looked like he was crazy, facing Zhen Fan shot, and soon his magazine was empty. There was the sound of an empty gun shooting.
Zhen Fan smiled slightly at him, which made his mind suddenly become a little unconscious, and once again replaced the magazine, this time it was not directed at Zhen Fan, but at his subordinates. Those people never dreamed that Akadura Emil would suddenly fire at them, and suddenly he shot them all to death.
After shooting out the magazine again, Akadura came to his senses, saw the corpses all over the floor, stared at Zhen Fan in terror, as if he had seen a ghost, and kept swinging all over. He would never believe that he would do such a thing, and could not think of why this person had such a devilish ability.
"Kill him!" Zhen Fan pointed to Akadura’s golden pistol, and no longer paid attention to Akadura Emil, but said to Plath who was hiding in the corner. Plath fell in front of him. There was a person, it was Ennis, this hapless guy, when Akadura Emil was shooting wildly, he was pulled in front of him by Plath and blocked the bullet, so the dead could not die again. At this time, only Plath survived under the gun.
"After you kill him, will you let me go?" Plath intervened, and he felt that his throat was a little dry, as if it was frozen.
"Of course!" Zhen Fan said without hesitation, "Kill him and you can leave here."
Plath stretched out his hand slowly and took the pistol that Zhen Fan handed over. Then he looked at the bullets inside and slowly raised the gun. He felt that his arm was heavy, as if the gun was heavy. Aimed at Akadura Emir.
"No, no, no, you can't kill me, you are my subordinate, but you are the most powerful person in this organization besides me, how can you kill me? You..."
With a "bang" gunshot, Akadura Emil’s voice sounded as if he had been pinched off by something. A bullet shot out a big hole in his head. The bullet passed through his forehead and then penetrated from behind his head. A big hole exploded in the back of his head, blood and brains burst, and the whole person fell straight down, making a muffled sound.
Still dropping the pistol, Plath looked at Zhen Fan: "I did it, do you count it?"
"Of course it counts, I'm leaving, you can do it yourself!" Zhen Fan shook his head, and suddenly the whole person disappeared, as if he had never appeared here. If there weren't such blood and corpses all over the room, Plath couldn't believe it. He had just become the number two figure in this organization.
Plath never doubted that this person could easily kill himself. It was like killing those militants, for the first time he had a sense of powerlessness that his destiny was not controlled, and that he was controlled in his hands. He still held the golden pistol in his hand, so he pinned the golden pistol to his back waist, picked up the AK rifle from the ground, checked the magazines, and found several magazines from which bodies , And then he arranged his clothes with confidence, even he carried a backpack, which contained some food and water collected from here.
He has to get out of here, he has to get out of here, and get away. He can also judge that this person will not have much relationship with the U.S. government. He may be a person from beginning to end, but does he still need the government to cooperate with a person with his ability? The answer is definitely no.
Plath had also vaguely heard of rumors about those super fighters in the United States. Now it seems that not only the United States has it, but also other countries. Thinking of this, he felt more eager to leave. Although he felt that the blood flow in his body was very slow, the whole body was a bit dull.
Slowly crawling out of the basement, he felt the seemingly dead silence outside. But I didn't want to stay for a moment, so I moved in one direction and moved slowly, dragging my legs alternately. He is a man of perseverance, dragging his legs while walking to the innermost places. Those places are unmanaged places with large populations, but they are all slums, slums, no militants will care about them, no money, There is no material, only the old, weak and sick who can drag them down.
What Plath has to do now is to leave the militants' territory as much as possible, and of course to stay away from the US military's territory~EbookFREE.me~ so that he can survive safely. But he also knows that people in those slums dare to do anything, whether they are old, weak or sick, as long as you have food and drink, then they will be targeted.
Plath has a gun, so he has the guts to come here. There are no militants in the slums here, so his gun is his biggest support. At the dawn of the day, he was already standing in the slum area, where the sewage was flowing and it exuded a pungent smell.
Early in the morning, the people here came out of those shabby houses, and all of them looked a little sluggish at the alien who broke into here. Their faces are haggard and thin, their faces are black and yellow in some places, which seems to be caused by malnutrition.
Many people are staring at Plath, watching him drag here step by step. Their eyes slowly began to shine because of Plath's backpack. But no one dared to step forward, because Plath had an ak submachine gun in his hand, which was where Megatron was.
But you can still see the eagerness in these eyes. Moreover, more and more people were watching. They surrounded Plath in groups, and only made a path when Plath passed by. Plath suddenly regretted it. If he was entangled by these people, he would probably be devoured by these lives. (To be continued...) u