Chapter 1114 The Hungry Eyes of the Slums

The snipers and all the security personnel on the periphery didn't know what was going to happen in the house because they didn't hear any movement. √∟, Zhen Fan has already appeared in the basement of this house. He doesn't have that kind of weapon, because now he doesn't need to confuse anything, he just wants to kill all the people inside.

"I need you to help me train people, explosions, assassinations...everything, I know your talent, so...you will become the most important person under me." Akadullah Amir said to Pu Les talked eloquently, but he discovered a strange phenomenon. Almost everyone's eyes were looking towards the door of the basement with some horror.

He couldn't help but also looked over, and saw a middle-aged local man, looking at them with a smile, his eyes rolled around, and then landed on him, he couldn't help being stunned, and subconsciously wanted to touch the gun , His gun has always been by his side, it is a powerful pistol made of gold shell, but the gold shell seems to be just a decoration, not practical, and sometimes it will affect the performance of the gun. But it looks very cool.

Zhen Fan has seen this kind of pistol before, and it was a luxury decoration for gangsters in an American gangster movie. It seems that they have been seen on the warlords in Africa, but they are all shown in movies. Zhen Fan has never seen such a pistol in real life, so he couldn't help but take a second look.

After waking up after being stunned for a while, Akadullah Amir's actions reminded everyone here that they grabbed their guns and pointed them at Zhen Fan. There were automatic rifles, pistols and various weapons. . Only Plath is unarmed, because before Akadullah Amir's confirmation. He will not have a weapon. This is also where Akadullah Emir is cautious.

"Very nice pistol." Zhen Fan beckoned, and the pistol disappeared out of thin air in Alkadullah Emil's hands. And Zhen Fan had already lowered his head and started fiddling with the pistol in his hand, and couldn't help but smile, he really thought it was all made of gold, and thought that there were such fools in this world, but it was just wrapped in a layer of gold leaf.

Zhen Fan's move shocked everyone again, and they forgot what to do. Knowing that Akadullah Amir said: "Shoot, shoot, shoot this bastard!" These people all shot at Zhen Fan together, and they seemed to have forgotten. Zhen Fan was able to come here without anyone noticing, but those people in the outside room didn't seem to end well.

Plath felt that the aura of his body was about to be frozen. He was stared at by that person just now, and a gust of cold air rushed over his body, as if trying to freeze every part of his body. He felt a little stiff in his body, so he stepped back quietly. He had a feeling that these people would definitely not be able to kill that person.

He felt right. When the bullet came, Zhen Fan suddenly stretched out his hand. All the bullets seemed to disappear when they emptied the clips. Just as he was about to change the bomb, Zhen Fan suddenly let go of his palm, and suddenly there was a "clinking" sound of 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 seemed to be hitting the hearts of these people one after another like a heavy hammer, and their hearts followed the sounds. It was beating violently, and one of them finally couldn't bear it anymore. He sat down on the ground, then turned over again. Kneeling on the ground and prostrating, he said: "Allah, please forgive my sins... I swear, I will serve you, even if I see you in heaven, I will be your servant. One thing will never change..." His rambling voice affected other people, and some people began to drop their weapons.

"Go to hell." Alkadullah Emil suppressed the beating of his heart. He snatched the rifle from the man, replaced the magazine, and aimed at the man with a single shot, killing him immediately. He died on the ground and shouted, "Go to hell, you still want to see Allah, are you crazy? He is a devil, shoot him, shoot him dead." He looked at Zhen Fan strafed, and soon his magazine was empty. There was the crash of empty guns firing.

Zhen Fan smiled at him, which immediately made him a little unconscious, and changed the magazine again, but this time he did not shoot at Zhen Fan, but at his subordinates. Those people never dreamed that Alkadullah Amir would suddenly open fire on them, and in a hurry, they were all shot to death by him.

After shooting out the magazines again, Akadullah woke up, saw the corpses all over the ground, and stared at Zhen Fan in fear, as if he had seen a ghost, and kept shaking his body. He didn't believe that he would do such a thing at all, and he couldn't think of why this person had such a devil-like ability.

"Kill him!" Zhen Fan pointed to Alkadullah's golden pistol, ignored Alkadullah Amir, and said to Plath who was hiding in the corner. It was that Ennis, this unlucky guy, when Alkadullah Amir was shooting wildly, Plath pulled him in front of him and blocked the bullet, so the one who was already dead could not die again At this time, only Plath survived at gunpoint.

"After killing him, will you let me go?" Plath said interferingly. 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 slowly reached out 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 Alkadullah? Amir.

"No, no, no, you can't kill me, you are my subordinate, you are the most powerful person in this organization besides me, how can you kill me? You..."

There was a "bang" gunshot, and Alkadullah Emil's voice seemed to be cut off by something. A big hole was shot in his head by the bullet. The bullet passed through his forehead and then penetrated out from the back of his head. A big hole exploded in the back of the head, blood and brains gushed out, and the whole person fell straight down with a muffled "bang".

Still dropped the pistol, Plath looked at Zhen Fan: "I did it, does what you say count?"

"Of course it counts, I'm leaving, you can do it yourself!" Zhen Fan shook his head, and suddenly disappeared, as if he had never appeared here. If it wasn't for the smell of blood and corpses all over the room, Plath couldn't believe that he had just become the number two figure in this organization.

Plath never doubted that this man could easily kill himself. Just like killing those militants, for the first time, he had a sense of powerlessness that his fate was not in his hands, that he was controlled by others and could not control himself. He was still holding the golden pistol in his hand, so he pinned the golden pistol to his waist, picked up an AK rifle from the ground, checked the clips, and found several clips from some corpses , Only then did he tidy up his clothes with confidence, and even 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, far away. He can also judge that this person will not have much relationship with the U.S. government. He may be alone from the beginning to the end, but if a person with his ability needs the government to cooperate with him? The answer is definitely no.

Plath had also vaguely heard rumors about those super soldiers in the United States. Now it seems that not only the United States has it, but other countries may also have it. Thinking of this, he felt more and more urgent to leave. Although he felt that the blood flow in his body was very slow, his whole body was a little sluggish.

Slowly crawling out of the basement, he felt the dead silence outside. But he didn't want to stay for a moment, so he moved directly in one direction, moving slowly, dragging his legs alternately. He is a man of perseverance. While dragging his legs, he walked to the innermost place. Those places have nothing to do with management and have a large population, but they are all poor people. They are slums. No armed elements will care about them. There is no money. There is no substance, only the old, weak, sick and disabled who can drag them down.

But what Plath has to do now is to leave the militants' territory as much as possible, and of course stay away from the US military's territory, so that he can survive safely. But he also knows that those people in the slums dare to do anything, no matter whether they are old, weak, sick or disabled, as long as you have food and drink, you will be targeted.

Plath had a gun, so he had the guts to come this way. There are no militants in the slums here, so his gun is his greatest reliance. When it was dawn, he was already standing in that slum, where the sewage was flowing and there was a pungent smell.

Early in the morning, the people here came out of those shabby houses, and each of them looked at this alien who had broken into here with somewhat dull faces. Their faces were haggard, emaciated, and their faces were dark, with yellow patches showing in some places, which seemed to be caused by malnutrition.

Many people stared at Plath, watching him dragging here step by step. Their eyes slowly began to light up because of the backpack on Plath's back. But no one dared to step forward, because Plath had an AK submachine gun in his hand, which was where Megatron these people were.

But you can still see the desire to try in these eyes. Moreover, there were more and more onlookers, they surrounded Plath, and only gave way to a path when Plath passed by. Plath suddenly regretted it. If he was entangled by these people, he would probably be swallowed alive by them. (To be continued..) u