The whole world wants to attack me

Chapter 139 The Overlord’s White Moonlight Is Back (56)

Fusang looked sideways.

The subordinates who had their weapons confiscated were at a loss.

"Sister, let's start."

Hunt time.

The mercenaries found a large box, which was different from the container that tortured the original owner, but a wooden box full of gaps.

The delirious Lei walked into the wooden box obediently without any resistance.

Under the cold muzzle of the mercenary, the thugs in the dance hall obeyed and walked out carrying the wooden box.

Hiding in the shadow of the courtyard at this time, the subordinates playing cards were all shocked when they saw Lei being carried out in a wooden box like a beast.

"Boss?"

They dropped their cards in confusion and stood up, obviously unable to understand where the situation was going.

The wooden box was placed in the sun.

"How is this going?"

The subordinates sensed that something was wrong, and they surrounded the wooden box vigilantly.

"He is sick and needs to be exposed to the sun to disinfect."

What Fusang said was calm.

But the men didn't believe her nonsense at all.

A thin man picked up stones on the ground and was about to smash the wooden box. The mercenary raised his hand and shot the ground under his feet, and the splashed dirt scraped his calf.

The man backed away in fright.

After calming down for a moment, a blazing fire burned in his eyes.

"Who are you? Who sent you here?"

In this land, there are many different forces. They control different areas, divide the huge slums into their own territories, and constantly conflict with each other.

The first reaction of the subordinates was that there were other forces making trouble.

They gathered together angrily, intending to rush forward and fight hand-to-hand.

The mercenary raised his gun and fired into the sky.

The deafening gunshots scared everyone to the spot.

Suddenly a hand stretched out from the wooden box and grabbed the man's collar from behind. A fierce voice sounded in his ears: "I want to bask in the sun!"

Jump out word by word.

The collar strangled his neck, he had difficulty breathing, and his already dark face turned purple.

With his bare hands, he was held up by a group of guns.

The subordinates dare not have any more objections.

The strength in the neck disappeared, and the man rolled and crawled away from the wooden box.

The sun is hotter here than at sea.

All the thugs in the dance hall were driven to the sun to be roasted.

Someone wanted to resist and shot him directly at the foot.

No one is daring to move.

The temperature of the earth's surface continued to rise.

Every breath of air they breathed into their lungs seemed to be burning, their throats were so dry that they were sweating, and they were about to collapse.

"BOSS, have you had enough exposure?"

The man's voice became hoarse and unpleasant, and he leaned weakly against the wooden box, almost unable to hold on anymore.

Lei had already fainted from the sun.

The man couldn't bear it anymore. He pushed himself up and staggered towards Fuso.

Rather than being sunburned to death, it is better to be shot directly.

At least not tormented.

Some people had the same idea as him, and they gradually approached Fusang with a steady pace.

"call out!"

Ming Si took out the gun hidden in his clothes.

The gun with the silencer installed did not make a loud noise, and the subtle sound of breaking wind passed by quickly.

The leading man fell to the ground, followed by cries of pain.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Ming Si did not aim at the fatal part, the bullet only hit his thigh.

Both hands tightly grasped the leg muscles, and bright red blood flowed out from the wound continuously.

The man's face was grim due to the pain, and his veins were bulging.

(End of this chapter)