Chapter 38 Sudden attack!
A living person was struggling in the flames, screaming like a ghost.
But the instigator was laughing wildly.
"Hahaha, die, all of you die!"
A crazy smile appeared on that twisted and hideous face, like a mad patient who had just escaped from a mental hospital.
Seeing this tragic scene, the two brothers Hong Bafu and Lan Bafu were stunned, their eyes widened, and for a moment they could not tell whether this was hell or the human world.
"What are you doing?"
Hong Bafu roared, the anger in his heart overwhelmed his shock, and he rushed forward quickly, trying to rescue the woman.
As a pharmacist, saving lives and healing the wounded is his job.
But the crazy mercenary didn't reply at all. He looked like a tyrant who was high on drugs. His eyes were bloodshot and he pointed the flamethrower at Hong Bafu who was running towards him.
"Little Fatty, try grandpa 's barbecue!" He laughed arrogantly, with a mouth full of blackened teeth and fresh flesh and blood remaining between his teeth.
With a loud "boom", flames gushed out, and the raging flames with deadly high temperature rushed straight towards Hong Bafu.
Hong Bafu's eyes turned red and he gritted his teeth: "You damn guy!"
His fat body was surprisingly flexible and he jumped to the side to avoid the flames.
At the same time, he held a few turbid potions in each of his left and right hands, and his body spun rapidly, like a spinning top, throwing the potions in his hands out continuously.
“Swoosh—swoosh—swoosh—”
A few potions cast faint afterimages in the firelight.
The mercenary was unable to dodge and was hit repeatedly, taking several steps back.
The glass test tube containing the medicine shattered, and the turbid solution inside spilled all over him.
He laughed a few times and wiped the solution off his body: "Hahaha, little fatty, that's all you can do. Come here and let grandpa serve you well... cough cough..."
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt that breathing was a little difficult.
"cough……"
“Ahem…”
He covered his neck, his face flushed, his eyes widened, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
The respiratory tract seemed to be burned by fire, and the inhaled and exhaled breath became extremely hot.
Every breath he took was excruciating.
Moreover, the pain was becoming more and more intense, spreading to the lungs little by little. He looked uncomfortable and could no longer laugh.
"You fat bastard, what medicine did you give me... cough cough..."
His body slowly moved forward, and finally he fell to the ground in a hunched posture, his entire lungs seemed to be burned.
The sound made by breathing in and out reminds people of a broken old bellows.
“Huh…huh…”
This kind of pain is even more unbearable than being cut into pieces.
Even though Hong Bafu was only good at making healing potions, he was still a level three pharmacist after all, and he could at least make some poison.
This is a chaotic world, and there are many thugs who kill people on sight, so one must be careful. He always carries some poison with him.
He ignored the distressed mercenary and walked over to the burning woman.
Time had been wasted too long and the woman had stopped struggling.
Although there was still a faint breath of life, it was too late to save him.
"Feel sorry."
Hong Bafu sighed lightly, took out an exquisite silver pistol from his waist, and ended the woman's life with one shot.
Su Xia and Lan Bafu walked forward in silence.
The crackling sounds of the raging fire echoed in my ears; the wailing and screaming in the town continued, and faint cries for mercy could be heard.
At this moment, more than a dozen old motorcycles roared out of the town and surrounded the three people.
The man in front had a ferocious look, his face was covered with scars, and one of his eyes was grayish white, as if he was blind.
He glanced at the mercenary lying half dead on the ground, then at the three people who were surrounded, and suddenly turned over and left the motorcycle, asking fiercely: "Who hit my people?"
"I."
Hong Bafu was very responsible and walked out directly without any fear on his face.
The man sneered: "Fatty, who gave you the courage?"
"Who gave you the courage?" Hong Bafu asked, "This is under the jurisdiction of Coral City. How dare you wandering mercenaries come in?"
"Are you from the city? A pharmacist?" The man said with a joking look on his face, "Do you think the city lord will take care of this?"
"What do you mean?"
"Look what this is?"
He pulled out a document from the bag tied to his motorcycle and threw it to Hong Bafu.
Hong Bafu took the document, took a quick look at it, and an incredible .
Su Xia and Lan Bafu came forward to take a look, and they were quickly shocked by the contents of the document.
this……
It turned out to be a license to rob!
It was clearly written on it that the mercenary organization named "Blood Red Mercenaries" was allowed to appropriately plunder the surrounding "problematic villages and towns", and at the end was the personal signature of the human lord of Coral City.
The education that Su Xia received from childhood to adulthood made him seem incompatible with this broken mechanical world.
Not to mention the human traitors, bloody experiments, and refugee trafficking that were in the original owner's memory, Su Xia has gradually accepted them.
But this "license to plunder" really exceeded his cognitive limit.
The Lord of Coral City actually issued this kind of license to those vicious wandering mercenary organizations, allowing them to legally rob in various small villages and towns!
What kind of garbage world is this?
How do ordinary people survive?
The city lord signed his name openly, which showed that he was not worried about being known by ordinary people and was not even going to pretend.
Doing so will not help with governance at all, and will only make the residents of these small villages and towns live in fear for a long time.
However, the wandering mercenary organizations in the wilderness will gradually grow stronger and fatter.
"Pay attention to this permit. Read it carefully. You can't just randomly choose your target for looting. It must be a town or village with problems." The man sneered, "This town is full of people from the resistance organization. I'm just helping the city lord to clean up some of them and taking a little reward by the way."
"How dare you be sure that they are all members of the resistance organization?" Hong Bafu asked, suppressing his anger.
"Fatty, my words are the truth."
He lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and flicked the ash away.
Afterwards, he took back the license and said calmly, "Since you are pharmacists from the city, I will spare your lives. Otherwise, it will be difficult to explain to the city lord. Just leave this box of medicine in your hands and then get out."
After that, he took out a shotgun from his motorcycle and pointed the cold muzzle at the wailing subordinate who was drugged.
After a bang, a bloody hole appeared in the man's head and he fell limply to the ground.
He put away his shotgun, closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the smoke and blood, and looked very enjoyable.
Then he opened his eyes and looked at the three people coldly.
"Why, aren't you going away yet?"
