Bishop on the run from the Ark, but the Fourth Scourge

Volume II Columbia Chapter: Chapter 120 Five This Land

Kilom felt that he had just brushed shoulders with death,

In my mind, there is still a nightmare like picture just now.Those scenes that violated common sense almost shattered his cognition, and then, he reassembled extremely cruelly...

eyes full of people,

No, it should be said, eyes full of feet.

Sarkaz, Lu Bo, Li Boli, Fengti... These Montenegrin volunteers, obviously of various races and appearances, seemed to have unified their thinking, surrounded him, and kicked him one by one. Kick him around.

It's not scary,

If these volunteers are filled with righteous indignation and anger,

Throwing him on the ground and kicking him was to vent his anger.

He's not going to feel "a nightmare".

What is terrible is not the behavior of "kicking", but the "attitude" when performing this behavior,

These Montenegrin volunteers who learned that their companion had been killed were actually smiling when they surrounded him and knocked him down for a "circle kick"!

laugh!These people are actually laughing!

It's not a sneer or an angry laugh, but a heartfelt laughter and a big laugh,

It feels like,

Waking up from the dark and damp trenches, it was strange to find that the enemy and his comrades were all standing together without saying a word, maintaining mechanically consistent smiles! !

And the weirder thing is yet to come!

Those Montenegrin volunteers kicked themselves up and then pulled themselves up from the ground, despite the struggle, controlled themselves with their arms, and then,

Laugh and spank yourself! ! !

He was also full of incomprehensible crazy words that didn't make sense!

"Hahaha points! Hahaha points!"

"Single draw single draw! The most European in the whole server!"

"Give me points, give me points!!"

These people... are simply a group of incomprehensible lunatics!Or--

Kilom, who was tied to the chair, suddenly looked fearfully at the bandaged Li Boli who was sitting in the corner with a mysterious smile on his mouth.

Is it

The so-called Montenegrin volunteers are just a cover!

The real truth is actually similar to "Military Puppet Warlock", the kind of "empty shell living corpse" whose brain tissue is removed and replaced with Origin Stone machinery!

Thinking too much, it's just the fourth natural disaster,

Stopping endless fantasies about "old fan content", Zhang Zhiqing put away his smile and turned his gaze back.

Without asking, he could guess what the "killer" he was looking at was thinking.

How to say,

As expected of my fellow earthlings,

In order to save so many single shots that are destined to be white, it can be said to be a Kennedy mobile phone case - a big brain hole.

Except for "Football League"

Also made a rotation system "Ansai Waist Drum",

Fortunately, the killer had enough "water" to be surrounded, and he was counseled in seconds.

No matter how "hohoho" the player is, he is not in a hurry,

Unlike the other person next door, who was surrounded and violent, and was dying, stabbing the little player nearby——

gurgling... gurgling...,

Whoa!

Pull your head out of the water basin, throw out a "soup with water",

Joseph's eyes were like eagles, and his expression was gloomy, staring at the "scarred" killer in front of him...

Komi,

"Cough...Joseph...cough, it hurts..."

"Why do it?"

With a face full of bruises, he is his only "subordinate" so far. He retired from the army with him...followed him to the Vilas refugee camp...

"That Sicilian wolf's hands are really poisonous... Cough, cough... Knee, I don't feel it..."

"Come, why are you doing this?"

The murderer's eyes were wandering from being choked up continuously, and his face was pale, but his smile was overflowing.

"...man, gotta live...cough, Joseph..."

The red clothes all over the body and the unnaturally deformed limbs made the killer's eyes look like iron gray on the verge of death.

Joseph was sure that if he went a little later, it might be...

That girl from the Lubo family has such a fierce personality, as if she is a man...

Pulled out of the memories, Joseph leaned over and paid attention to the "old comrades in arms" in front of him.

"Who appointed you?"

"Cough, heh... Cook..."

"Who is he?"

"A human trafficker...cough, cough..."

New blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and slid down the table.The bad hair is wet into a ball, the water and sweat are mixed together, it is difficult to distinguish... in a mess, like a nasty gnawing animal.

... Joseph looked away, sniffed, and continued.

"Who is behind him?"

"You're not...cough, their opponent...Joseph, give up..."

Peng!

Knock down with an angry fist!The desktop shakes!

"Why do you think I left the army?!! Those dogs are drinking all of our blood! Have you forgotten, Kami? What have they done with us?!"

"...cough, killing...minorities, workers...veterans..."

"And then, Joseph...?"

There was a mocking light in the godless eyes, and the killer leaned back on the chair behind him, tilted his head sideways, and looked at the old man,

Shaking shoulders and snorting: "...Retired, stinking together in a refugee camp...?"

"We swore together!!"

"Kami, why did you betray me?! Why are you willing to be their knife again! How much did they give you!! How much did they give you!!"

A hysterical roar, distorted by extreme rage,

It didn't seem like an old man could say it at all, it was more like some kind of frightened and angry beast. Bagpipes and Lilia, who were guarding the door, trembled involuntarily through the door panel.

The Vayifan girl frowned and stood restlessly with her shoulders in her arms. The little nun rubbed her hands and listened to the voice inside with some anxiety.

"Speak! I order you to speak!!"

"...they gave...cough, ha, money that I have never seen in my life hehehehehe"

Peng!

The muffled sound of boxing flesh is phantom pain, and the players who are "scrambling the plot" with cats beside them can't help but click their tongues.

"Fist the size of a sandbag, tsk tsk..."

"That punch could knock out my teeth..."

Peng, poof!

After a few muffled punches, Joseph rubbed his red fist and looked at the killer slumped on the chair.When he spoke again, it was just cold, as if he had given up hope and something.

"Those scumbags, where did they hide the kidnapped people?"

It seems to be completely relying on the restraint of the chair, the killer is short of breath, his face is red and swollen, and he spits out a residual sound, mixed with a lot of blood and broken teeth.

"...Cough, no...can...say..."

"----Why?"

"Cough, because...you...you...you..."

The killer slowly raised his crumbling head, and narrowed his swollen eyes with a cruel sneer.

"No family."

"You die for me!!!"

"Mr. Joseph!"

The Vaifan girl kicked in the door and stopped Joseph from shouting at the half-drawn knife: "We need news! He can't die now!"

"Leave me alone!"

The old man who was completely annoyed by the pain turned his head and roared furiously, but he didn't expect the seemingly paralyzed killer behind him to violently explode!Ben's hands, tied to the back of the chair with ropes, broke free!Lighting up the fist blade in his palm, it reached Joseph's neck.

The trouser legs were stained with blood, but the knees were not.

"Kami! You...!"

"...Oh, you don't...I have..."

The sudden situation made everyone in the house dumb except the killer, but soon, from surprise to anger, from stupefied to tense, multiple emotions mixed... Only the killer, from the beginning to the end, has the same mentality .

"...I...cough, I have a family to raise...Joseph..."

"……traitor-!!"

"Let him go!!"

The dull pupils are like long-dead fish, half turned white and hard to focus.The blood-losing pale skin hooked the corners of the soaked mouth, facing the bagpipe and Joseph, ignoring the blood beads pierced by the tip of the fist blade, once again pulled an ugly face of luxury.

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Ah... the reward is over, and I owe more than 40.

The future is bright (despair)

Second more post at twelve o'clock——

Volume II Columbia Chapter: Chapter 120 Six Expeditions

"...can't let go...cough...heh Joseph, and...you...uh...you..."

"I... don't know... what I'm facing..."

After all, the ugliness is full of irony.

"Cough... What do you use to fight against them...? Ideal...? Is that thing worth money..."

"------"

The killer sneered, and the Vayifan girl squeezed the bayonet behind her back, stepped on her right foot, and exerted force invisible——

"... Joseph... Joseph... the good times... let you down, cough... look at the future... how can there be any hope...?"

At this moment, Joseph's mood can no longer be described in Terra's words.

If you want to describe it, it's like someone dug out the essence that you hold on to the deepest part of your heart, rubbing it tightly in front of you, profanely trampling it, and throwing it back when you are about to fight.