: 1089 Conditions

The gunshots, screams, and calls for help in the Dragon Base Temple family base gradually became sparse, and the air was filled with the smell and burnt smell of the corpses under the flames. Nearly a thousand Japanese military police stood 400 meters away from the base. Not far from them, there was a dead body that had just been killed... These people had just escaped from the base. Many are still children and do not have a live talk.
Lin Zetao stood at the top of a pile of collapsed rubble, silently, watching the survivors quietly from the corner of the castle and the room, finding one by one in an attempt to hide in the dark to avoid the disaster, or was caught in the process of stubborn resistance, Killed on the spot, and even blown into pieces by shells and grenades, unrecognizable targets. Regardless of whether they are alive, whether the corpses remain intact, or even broken pieces of unresolved bone and minced meat, they are gathered from all sides and gathered together, stacked under their feet and in front of them.
Gunners were set up at all commanding heights, heavy machine gun barrels protruding from the machine gun nest, paying close attention to the movements in the surrounding base. The ground is full of thick dark red plasma, some bloodthirsty flying insects hovering between flesh and blood pulp that has not yet fully solidified. While enjoying this feast, they are also on the surface of the pieces of meat that are about to rot. A large number of eggs piles to be laid.
Dozens of ragged, sullen faces, Japanese skin whose face and skin were scorched and scorched by smoke and heat waves, dragging their tired feet, under the of the Chinese holding various weapons, from a building that was still intact Staggering in the middle, they are the last survivors of the Dragon-made Temple family.
Lin Zetao couldn't see the slightest mood swing in his face. However, his forehead had begun to permeate the faint sweat beads. Gradually, the rhythm of breathing became faster and faster, more and more panting, and the nose flapped. It looks terrible and seems to be suffering from some kind of pain. And in the center of those deep black eyes, the pupils are shrinking sharply, as if... there is a terrible demon inside, trying to crawl out of it and devour the world.
boom!
He jumped from the rubble, landed heavily on the ground, grabbed a light machine gun thrown on the ground, and strode to... Now, the definition of "survivor" should be interchanged. Those captive Japanese talents are survivors of this base. Just a few dozen minutes ago, today's victors are still prisoners of the base, but now everything has changed.
Looking at a slowly raised muzzle, the survivors' eyes were filled with despair and anger. They absolutely can't think that these Chinese people who usually look down upon them have such guts.
"Shameless! Even the old, weak women and children are not let go!"
An old man roared at the muzzle with a roar: "I want to show you how the Yamato Warrior greeted death!"
Lin Zetao did not shoot, but deflected the muzzle. The barrel was pumped his face. Draw him to: "Shameless? Even the mutant creatures can blame us, and the people of your dragon-made temple family are not qualified!
See the women and children over there? They are all ordinary people without the power of chickens, but you are tied to the test bench like a slaughtered animal to do various experiments. Compared to you being shot to death, it is a lot of happiness! What are your qualifications to accuse us of being shameless? ! "
The old man struggled to get up: "You have a saying in China. Don't do anything you don't want!"
Lin Zetao's grinning smile on his face: "You are indeed proficient in Chinese culture, but this sentence has a premise that there are relatives around me who do not want to bear this kind of retribution. And you... have wiped them out in front of my eyes. Now, I have nothing to worry about!"
After he finished, he thrust the muzzle into the old man's mouth and pulled the trigger... Poof! In the sound of gunfire, the old man's head was shattered and the survivors exclaimed and wept.
Da da da……
The muzzle was lifted, pouring orange flames outward. The crowd was shot like grass in the bullets. The muddy air immediately added more unique smell of metal gunpowder and blood, but pulled the trigger Lin’s fingers did not loosen until all the bullets in the magazine were shot and there was a meaningless
click
sound in the barrel, before Lin Zetao threw away the machine gun and came to the survivors who had fallen to the ground. , Some of them have not died yet, and stretched their arms in vain in the hope of rescue.
boom! boom……
Lin Zetao drew a pistol from his waist and sent the bullets into the heads of the survivors who were still crying.
"stupid!"
A middle-aged man struggled to lift his body, his eyes wide open, glaring at Lin Zetao.
boom!
Lin Zetao's muzzle turned, pulling the trigger without hesitation, the bullet was in the middle of his eyebrows, with a terrified look on his face, the middle-aged man fell down heavily.
"Forgive her, she's still young..." A woman in her thirties was half-soaked in blood, but tightly protecting the girl under her. Her face was full of pleading and despair.
Lin Zetao looked at the girl. The tender face was covered with blood. A pair of eyes that were supposed to be clear, had been filled with confusion, fear and hatred.
"Good familiar words. At the beginning, my sister was begging like this."
Lin Zetao's expression on his face seemed to be a smile but not a cry, "Do you know how the executioners answered? That's it—"
boom!
His muzzle lowered slightly, a bullet penetrated into the girl's forehead, the girl's eyes froze for a moment, and blood flowed from her brows.
"No~" The woman reached out and grabbed the girl, but she could hold the girl's body, but she couldn't hold the girl's rapidly passing life.
"You can at least die together!" Lin Zetao shot the last bullet into the woman's chest.
"Thank you……"
There was no hate in the woman's eyes, her lips twitched slightly, and then she kissed her daughter's forehead heavily.
Lin Zetao threw away his pistol, raised his face, and looked into the pale sky, with familiar faces floating in the air. His elder brother, nephew, elder sister, younger sister, cousin, niece...the eldest of them was eleven. Years, the youngest... just less than six months after they were born, but they were both caught in this hell-like base on the same day as themselves, and then died one after another.
"I came out, and stood in the sun again with the devil's curse!" Lin Zetao shouted in heaven. The wind blows across the face, stimulating the feeling that the eyes want to close and want to cry.
Lin Zetao knew that from this moment on, he was no longer the young man who worked hard just for survival. Whether it is because of hatred or revenge, murder is a sin, he has become a devil!
...
At the top of the only building of the Longzao Temple family, Xiao Yuxin stood there looking at the smoke and blood below, like admiring a painting.
"Master Xiao, are you satisfied with the result?" an old man in a suit and suit next to him asked humbly.
"If I said'not satisfied', would you like this answer?"
Xiao Yuxin suddenly turned to look at him: "Mr. Prime Minister, I am really disappointed. These people would not have died at first, but it is because of your indulgence that it has caused today's situation. They are just executors, and you Is the real planner."
"Miss Xiao, this is not fair!"
Abe countered: "We can't control these families, their power exceeds the power of the royal family!"
"The explanation is to cover up, don't use incompetence and disregard as an excuse."
Xiao Yuxin rebutted politely: "Speak, Mr. Prime Minister, what kind of help do you want from me?"
"Is that huge spaceship related to you?" Abejian asked carefully.
"Not related to me, it belongs to me personally. I just used it to come to Japan from China."
After Xiao Yuxin finished speaking, he looked at Abejian a little teasingly: "Mr. Prime Minister, don't you want to get it?"
Abe smiled bitterly: "I really wanted to, but this should not be possible, because I couldn't find an exchange condition equivalent to its value."
Xiao Yuxin smiled: "So, Mr. Prime Minister, what can I help you with?"
"A few days ago, we used to get in touch with the Chinese government through radio, hoping to get help. However, according to the current view, only you can help us." Abe said.
"What the is that?" Xiao Yuxin asked.
"At present, the most serious problem in Japan is the food problem. I heard that the high-yield genetic food grown in your country is provided by you."
Abejian eagerly visited Xiao Yuxin: "I hope you can provide a batch of high-quality grain seeds~EbookFREE.me~ Can you consider, is there anything else?" Xiao Yuxin asked nonchalantly.
"There is also hope to borrow your spaceship to help us transfer a group of people. We need to integrate the manpower of some small bases. If the current transfer method is used, the loss of personnel and materials will be too large." Abe said.
"I can do both."
Xiao Yuxin smiled faintly, and asked: "But why should I help you, I am not Lei Feng, and the spacecraft also needs energy to fly."
"All we can pay is the magic crystal." Abe Ken said helplessly.
"How many?"
"Hundreds of thousands of them are mostly low-grade ones," Abe said.
"To be honest, not enough."
Xiao Yuxin means a little bit against people: "These magic crystals are a large sum for ordinary people, but for me, it doesn't make much sense."
"Then... what do you want?" Abe asked.
"I can't think of anything I can know from you. But,"
After Xiao Yuxin pondered for a while, he said: "You can help me concentrate the overseas Chinese scattered in the survivor camps across Japan, because I know that many of them are implemented in the hands of some family forces. I believe you can get this kind of Intelligence, if you can’t solve it, I can do it myself."
"It's a word!" Abejian relieved greatly. With this condition, he can explain to His Majesty the Emperor. (To be continued...)