Chapter 1323 There Is No Savior!

"Let that witch go!"

The black-haired boy nodded to the death knell, jumped out of the grass where he was hiding, and shouted loudly at the villagers who had their backs turned to them.

The men, who were in high spirits and planning to have a good time, were suddenly interrupted. They turned around angrily, only to see a twelve-year-old boy standing there menacingly.

"I thought it was a devil coming to save her, but I didn't expect it was a foreign tourist kid who didn't know how to live or die!"

A strong male villager said fiercely: "There are no laws at all in the countryside where the word 'Markov' is not marked on the travel guide. Is it all decided by the village elders? We are enforcing the laws of our ancestors. Don't meddle in other people's business. Just be sensible." Get out of here quickly, otherwise my killing of you will be in vain!"

Damian shouted in English with a pure accent, and he had black hair and looked like he was from China. These two countries are not superpowers that small countries can afford to offend. There are also some knowledgeable people among the villagers who are wary. I don’t want to bring trouble to the village.

Hearing that shout, a glimmer of hope suddenly flashed through the girl's dull eyes. She raised her head despite the pain and took a peek, but she only saw a child younger than her. She immediately lay back down in disappointment.

"My appearance is easy to be underestimated. This is an advantage when fighting strong enemies, but it is a disadvantage when intimidating other fish." The black-haired boy shrugged, and as he spoke, he took out a pistol from behind and raised the gun with one hand. Aiming at the strong man, he said: "So, I prepared this, can you take me seriously now?"

It was a Magnum Eagle large-caliber pistol. The boy's small hand held it almost out of proportion. The black muzzle and silver-white metallic luster of the gun body showed that this gun was not a children's toy, but a real thing. .

As expected, the villagers were all shocked, but the strong man who bore the brunt said: "What are you afraid of? It's not easy for a child like him to be able to hold such a heavy gun. Even if it is a real gun, he can't bear the huge gun." The recoil is impossible to hit..."

"Bang~!"

The dull gunfire echoed in the night sky of the forest, startling a large group of sleeping birds.

Before he finished speaking, the young man fired, and blood burst out from the crotch of the strong man. He screamed, covered his exploded lower body and knelt on the ground, screaming like a pig.

"You are on the list of direct flights to Thailand, I will help you with the resection surgery in advance." The young man sneered and said: "Anyone else thinks that my shooting skills are not accurate enough, please stand up and speak, and remember to stand with your legs spread apart. Otherwise, it is easy to bruise the main arteries in the legs."

The shot exploded the little hook from a distance of more than 20 meters. This accuracy obviously proved that the young man had definitely practiced and his marksmanship was quite good. He would not shoot randomly like a novice who just picked up a gun but could only kill birds. The villagers suddenly felt timid and involuntarily tightened their legs.

The old man who spoke before said quickly: "Things are not what you think. That girl is an evil witch. She is not worth the risk of saving her. We have the right to execute the witch, and you, as a foreigner, have no right to control her! If you kill her, Villagers, Markov’s police and army will not let you go!”

"What do you know? Only witches should be saved!"

The black-haired boy threatened fiercely: "Stupid country bumpkins, do you know that witches are the primary productive force? If their magical powers are used properly, they can greatly promote the development of science and technology! Now give me all the help from her Get out of your way, or don’t blame me for shooting you in the head! The law can’t stop a murderer at my age. Even if I kill you all, international human rights agencies will step in to save my life!”

A twelve-year-old child went crazy and held a big gun in his hand. Looking at the world, there was really no one who was not afraid of him. Even the villagers in the backwoods were intimidated and retreated slowly.

Taking advantage of the situation, the young man moved forward and came to the burning stake that the villagers had given up. He stood next to the girl and stretched out his arm to help her up.

The girl who was once again desperate heard the gunfire, but when she opened her eyes, she found that the situation had turned 180 degrees. The black-haired boy already had a gun in his hand, scaring away the villagers, and the hope of survival was once again rekindled. , and threw herself into the boy's arms with tears in her eyes.

However, the young man pushed her away indifferently, shook his head and said, "Do you regard me as your savior? No, I have no intention of saving you. If you want to live, you must learn to fight on your own!"

As he spoke, he actually grabbed the girl's arm and put the big gun into her hand.

"There are no gods or saviors!"

The boy stared at the girl's stunned and frightened eyes and said word by word: "All I can give you is the courage to resist, the method of fighting, and a weapon. Next, whether you live or die, it depends on you. The decision has been made!”

With the gun in the young man's hand, the villagers were extremely frightened, and many of them had the idea of ​​​​escape. But when it was handed over to the girl, they were all stunned.

The same gun in the hands of a marksman and in the hands of a girl who has never touched a gun are completely different concepts!

The black-haired boy was wearing very ordinary jeans and a hoodie. Apart from the gun, there were no other hidden weapons. The villagers didn't know that his fighting skills were at the master level, so they thought he was acting stupidly. , did something stupid.

"Everyone, hurry up and seize this opportunity to kill them!"

"If we let the witch go, our village will definitely be retaliated against in the future. Don't hesitate, come to me!"

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There were shouts and shouts, and the villagers, waving pitchforks and sticks, rushed towards the pair of boys and girls like crazy.

The girl reacted immediately, screamed, held the gun with both hands, raised the gun and fired randomly at the villagers who were rushing towards her. Gunshots rang out one after another, but bullets flew everywhere. She was not strong enough to hold the gun steady, and she still closed the gun while firing. Except for one villager who was extremely unlucky and had his arm injured, no one was shot.

A strong man rushed in front of the girl, hit the pistol with a stick, and knocked the gun away. Then he raised the stick high and smashed it on the girl's head.

Damian took a step back, with no intention of saving anyone. He just watched indifferently, as if he didn't care that the girl's head was smashed to pieces in front of him.

Deathstroke, who was lurking in the distance and watching, felt a little unbearable. He didn't sympathize with the girl, he just felt that it was a pity that a talented youngster was wasted like this.

He actually supported the boy's various behaviors and felt that they were in line with his temper. He increasingly felt that Damian should be named Wilson and had nothing in common with that sissy gay guy who didn't even dare to kill anyone.

Just before the stick fell, a string in the girl's mind was broken. Her eyes suddenly widened and she looked directly at the ferocious man who wanted to kill her.

The ground in front of her suddenly opened up with a huge crack. The strong man swinging the bat stepped on the air and fell down into the abyss that appeared out of thin air. He was stuck in the crack and could not move.

The earth trembled slightly, and the cracks slowly closed. The sound of cracking bones and screams came from the cracks, but they stopped abruptly as the cracks completely closed. Blood continued to gush out from the ground, staining a large area of ​​soil red.

Seeing this scene, the charging villagers dared not continue to move forward. They stopped one after another and shouted tremblingly like they were seeing ghosts: "The power of the devil... the witch is killing people! God, come and save us, help us." Destroy the devil!"

Before the villagers could make a further reaction, countless pitons suddenly protruded diagonally from the ground, piercing through everyone's chests and piercing them to the ground like meat skewers.

In just one moment, the girl easily took over a dozen lives!