Chapter 182 Good Friends, Let's Go Together

Chapter 182 Good friends, let's go together

Snapped!

Uncle Bian poked an electric baton in Huai Shi's face with no expression on his face. The lightning crackled and crackled, Huai Shi twitched violently and screamed.

The electric baton was retracted.

Huai Shi gasped violently, and spat out blood and saliva.

Maybe it was too stuffy in the basement, the anxious Uncle Bian suppressed his urge to cough, bent down, pulled Huai Shi's hair, and said with a grim old face, "Speak up! Young man, tell me, what conspiracy are you planning? What about you? What secrets are you hiding?"

"Secret? Looks good!"

Huai Shi coughed violently, and asked curiously: "Master, you are quite old, how can you still read novels..."

Lightning flashes.

Uncle Bian took a step back, sat slowly on the chair, and stared indifferently at Huai Shi's snotty, snot-flowing mess. The light illuminated his beast-like vertical pupils, with indifference and ferocity in the shadows.

"Color contact lenses are good..." Huai Shi spat out the saliva in her mouth and asked curiously, "Where did you buy them?"

"Really? Thank you."

Uncle Bian touched the corners of his eyes and said calmly: "After so many years of watching, this is the first time I've heard someone praise my eyes... Don't be envious, as long as you were born on the border, all of this will be given away for free."

Huai Shi frowned, but did not speak.

"Listen, child, maybe you think you are righteous and Green Sun is evil... In fact, to some extent, this is also true."

Uncle Bian sneered softly: "Look, there are many people who like western movies in this situation - free knights with their own guns and white horses, fighting against gangsters and injustice...romantic and passionate.

In reality, the frontier is a place like the West, but not everyone is born to be a knight, and not everyone is qualified to be romantic and passionate.

Most of the time, all we can play is the background wall saved by the heroes, the poor people who have no sense of existence, just a tool to arouse the hero's righteous indignation...

In many cases, it seems that everyone has a lot of choices, but in fact, we have no choice. "

He stared at the embarrassed Huai Shi, expressionless: "Just like me, just like you now.

We are enemies, young people, we should never die—who made me born on the border, according to the rules, I deserve to die there? "

"It really makes sense." Huai Shi sighed from the bottom of her heart, "I feel like you are all a bunch of hard-working people, just like me...then since everyone is in trouble, why bother to embarrass the second brother? Let me be friends together?"

Lightning flashes.

The electric baton left a scorched black spot on Huai Shi's chest.

"Listen, young man, I've said so much, just want to tell you - Green Day is not a bunch of psychos, even if we are seen as thugs, gangsters and terrorists, but we will talk more often Rules, and even more keep promises than your Astronomical Society."

Uncle Bian stepped forward, coughed softly, and looked at Huai Shi's face: "I can assure you that I will let you rest well and go back safely, but you must confess."

He stared into Huai Shi's eyes solemnly, and asked word by word: "What are you hiding?"

"What else can I hide? This is almost completely honest, right?"

Huai Shi was amused by him, showing off her naked upper body, and asked, "Didn't that guy tell you? My name is Huai Shi, male, seventeen years old, a student, a part-time operator and machine operator of the Astronomical Society." I want a secretary... Ascendant, second rank, a mountain ghost who only knows how to grow grass, what can I hide?"

He also stared at Uncle Bian's face, and asked earnestly, "You have pinned me here, what else should I be afraid of?"

"Yeah, what's there to be afraid of?"

Uncle Bian stared blankly at his face for a long time, then slowly got up, coughed uncontrollably, and covered his mouth. Others wanted to come, but he waved them away.

After a long time, he finally calmed down and lowered his eyes.

"I'm sorry, young man, maybe I'm wrong?"

He said softly, "But I'm afraid of you."

He made no secret of his weakness.

When he stared into those familiar eyes, he finally understood where his anxiety came from.

Hadn't he seen such a look in his eyes before?

So calm, yet so indifferent, as if ignoring the weight of death, overlooking everything cruelly, without cruelty, but without tenderness either...

"Get ready to broadcast live."

He suddenly ordered, "Rod, pack up your things, kill him and we'll leave."

Rhodes froze for a moment, and looked up at Uncle Bian in astonishment. After seeing those indifferent eyes, he couldn't help shivering. He didn't say anything, and turned around to pack his things obediently.

"Is this going to kill people?" Huai Shi laughed while coughing: "Aren't we friends?"

Uncle Bian lowered his eyes pityingly and stared at him: "Even if we are friends, we will say goodbye one day, won't we?"

Death is approaching.

But the torture finally came to an abrupt end.

With the placement of the spotlights, the cold and harsh aura disappeared without a trace, except for Huai Shi's panting, everything seemed to become gentle.

In this rare silence, the young man seemed to be freed from the pain. He lowered his head, fantasizing about the pulsation of invisible strings, and couldn't help humming the tune of a nursery rhyme hoarsely.

Tranquil and warm, as if saying goodbye to a dear friend.

Ah, never change, let's be friends for life... In this hour, we say goodbye to each other until the day we meet again...

"What is he singing?" The man holding the whip frowned: "I told him to shut up."

"Don't worry about him, let him go."

Uncle Bian stood in front of Huai Shi indifferently, staring quietly at Huai Shi's appearance, until the song finally came to an end amidst the hoarse humming.

As the spotlight came on, a boy with downcast eyes appeared on the screen.

The live broadcast begins.

At that moment, the sublimators who were running towards the target in the city received a warning from Yao Que'er: "Hurry up, they started the live broadcast ahead of time!"

The team leader was taken aback, and hurriedly snatched another person's mobile phone, trying to open the free software: "Who is this time?"

Yao Que'er paused for a moment, and her tone became complicated: "Operation Xinhai operator Huai Shi..."

Before he finished speaking, a blood-stained face appeared on the screen of the live broadcast.

Numerous bullet screens flashed.

"666, the third one!"

"Is it ahead of time? I didn't say a word. Fortunately, I go to the toilet quickly!"

"Wow, the person looks pretty good this time, it's a pity to die like this, can the anchor sell it to me, I'll give you two source quality crystals!"

"Confirmed, it's a younger brother!"

"Fuck off upstairs faggot."

"Looking so coquettish, are you a cowherd from the Astronomical Society?"

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Amidst the barrage of malicious bullets, Uncle Bian reached out, took the gun from Rhodes, and pulled the slide. The strong man holding the whip pulled Huai Shi's hair and forced him to point in the direction of the camera.

Uncle Bian slowly raised his pistol, and put it on Huai Shi's forehead:

"Sorry, young man," he said, "I didn't mean to kill you."

"I don't want to either."

At that moment, Huai Shi grinned and smiled at him.

Then, with Uncle Bian's astonished expression, one hand suddenly pinched his wrist, twisted it, crushed the fragile bones, and then completed the standard action of disarming and grabbing the gun.

Immediately afterwards, he aimed at the palm that was holding his hair, and pulled the trigger.

one shot.

Then, aimed at Uncle Bian's knee, two shots.

Finally, he got up from the ground and broke Uncle Bian's hands, three shots, four shots.

Following Uncle Bian's landing and screaming, Huai Shi slowly got up, opened her mouth and gritted her teeth, pulled out the half nail nailed into her hand from the flesh and blood, and looked down at his terrified face indifferently:

"—and, I wouldn't do that."

Never, never, never, they shouldn't think that Huai Shi can be restrained with iron.

No matter how intense the pain is.

For Huai Shi, this is commonplace.

In the not-too-long bondage, the two iron nails, which might be border relics, have already lost their effect under the decomposition of the hands of confinement and the fire of alchemy.

With the violent rise of the young man, all the restraints were broken.

A green flame ignited from the young man's body, and there seemed to be endless poisonous fire surging in the cracks in his chest. The darkness was like a tide, sweeping and spreading, turning into a nightmarish mist.

In the gray mist, the evil spirits in the mountain stepped forward slowly on the pool of blood on the ground.

"Come--"

The boy looked around at those shocked faces, and twitched his fingers mockingly at them, "Let me experience how powerful Lu Ri is!"

In the severe pain, the strong man holding the whip roared, and the whip was lit with lightning, and it was whipped towards Huai Shi's head.

Then Huai Shi aimed at his forehead and pulled the trigger.

BOOM!

Brains burst out.

"Stupid..."

Huai Shi lowered the muzzle of her gun and looked away, "Next!"

Amidst the roar of gunfire, the iron door was kicked open, and the sublimators who were about to retreat noticed the situation in the room, took out long guns and short cannons from the box, and pulled the trigger at Huai Shi.

At the moment the trigger was pulled, Huai Shi could even hear the crisp sound of friction between the hinges in the barrel as their index fingers moved.

Almost like a translation, he suddenly slid three steps from the spot, raised his pistol and fired back at them.

Flames shot out from the barrel of the gun.

After two loud bangs, the empty sound of hammering came from the barrel of the gun.

Out of bullets.

Huai Shi casually threw away the pistol that had become a burden, and smashed the crooked man Rhodes in the corner on the forehead, directly smashing him to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his right hand to meet the three ascendants rushing up.

From the palm of the hand, the brilliant light burst out along with the steel, and condensed into the outline of the spear—the wind and moon that had been torn apart for four hundred years, penetrated the long distance from Rome to America, and the spear of compassion emerged here.

With his sway, dragon blood splashed.

Wherever it passed, pure white irises grew silently from the floor.

so gorgeous.