Right on Target Chapter 152

Xie Zhenshu walked a few kilometers in the snow, and found an abandoned gas station, which had been hastily arranged, where the group of people stayed, and five or six light spots could be vaguely seen. He slid down the **** and disappeared into the shadows where several people were smoking nearby.

One person said: "What is it, the stereo, is it called the stereo? Can't you turn off that thing? It's noisy all the way, it's annoying."

"The Song of the Rose of the Defense Alliance" is still playing intermittently. This is the doctor's special setting, and it repeats this song every day. As long as the song doesn't stop, the doctor is still "alive".

Another person took the cigarette from the previous person and said, "I can't turn it off. These robots are very complicated. I can't figure it out anyway."

Another person said: "It looks different from an armed robot, can it be sold if it is brought back?"

The first person said: "It can be sold, but it can't be sold for much. Lao Liu said it is a housekeeping robot. Who wants a housekeeping robot now."

"How much can the small one sell for?"

"Small ones are even more worthless, just scrap iron."

"This trip was for nothing, Wu Yao was so **** hype, and ended up dragging back two rags. Bah, if I had known this, I might as well have continued to follow the captain."

They took turns smoking a cigarette, but they didn't find Xie Zhenshu, and they were still whining in low voices. The officer noticed that in addition to some metal devices, there were some small objects pinned to their waists. These were all collectibles in the doctor's room.

A man finished smoking his cigarette and suddenly asked, "Did you see that?"

Another replied: "Which one?"

This one said: "That heart, like a horror movie, is still beating. That thing may be very valuable, and Wu Yao didn't say a word when he took it out of the glass jar."

"What did Lao Liu say?"

"Don't worry about Lao Liu, can he tell us the truth if he recognizes a good product? He must have discussed it with Wu Yao, and the two of them will go back and share."

Xie Zhenshu remembered two names from their conversation, besides the one named Wu Yao, and another named Lao Liu. Old Liu is probably a survivor who went out of the light track area, and he knows a lot about things here, and everyone believes in his vision. But this group of people are not in harmony with each other and have their own ghosts. They used to disobey the captain, but now they complain about Wu Yao and only care about their own interests.

One person suddenly sighed, and several others asked him what was the matter. He said, "We lent Wu Yao the gun. He is a stinky deserter. How can he have any weapons? Now that everything is taken by him, let's share some with us." It's broken, we don't collect scrap iron. Thinking about it, it's such a loss, it's so bad that I can't swallow it!”

The other person pondered for a moment, motioned for everyone to gather together, and said in a low voice: "I did the math, the things we got now are sold for only a few thousand yuan, not enough to buy a pack of cigarettes. The brothers will give them whatever they want." Have you ever sacrificed your life? Don't mention just dealing with the robot, just say that when we killed the captain, we rushed to the front. Without us, he, Liu, could easily kill the captain? The captain needs a few people to hold him down. Since they Injustice comes first, so why should we be polite to them? As long as we unite, killing Lao Liu and Wu Yao is too easy."

That one said: "It's a good idea, but Lao Liu called eight elites to protect himself and Wu Yao, and guarded the room like an iron prison. There are only four of us brothers, so we may not be able to win."

This man cleared his throat, spat a mouthful of phlegm to his feet, and said, "It's definitely not possible to charge head-on, we have to find a way."

They fell into a brief silence, seeming to be thinking of a way.

After a while, someone asked, "Why don't you talk anymore?"

"Actually, apart from the number of people, our equipment is also inferior to theirs. There will really be a conflict..."

"Then do it while you're sleeping! I'll blow the whistle, and you will shoot and kill them in their sleeping bags."

The other three people responded immediately, and they all felt that this method was good. They originally cleaned up the team and killed a lot of survivors on the way. They did this job very professionally.

One said: "After killing people, throw the sleeping bag behind the snow slope. When we meet with other people tomorrow morning, we will say that the robot suddenly went berserk and killed them all. There will be no proof of death. No one will know that we did it."

In the morning, they had to meet up with other teams, so they didn't have much time to sleep. Seeing that it was almost dawn, they should go in in a few minutes. The four of them quickly negotiated their respective shooting missions.

One person said: "Go in, don't show your feet, old Liu's eyes are very poisonous."

The four of them, two in front and two behind, walked shoulder to shoulder in the direction of the house. At this moment, the door of the room opened suddenly, and a middle-aged man with gentle appearance came out.

One of the four shouted, "Old Liu, come out to pee?"

Lao Liu nodded slightly, looked around the gas station, saw nothing unusual, and finally returned to the four of them, and said with a smile: "It's hard to let the wind out, come in and warm up, there's hot water inside."

As he spoke, he stepped aside a bit.

One person said: "Hot water is good, but it can freeze to death—"

The man was still talking when the gunshots of "chug chug" interrupted him. Seeing his elbow and armpit change, the man was instantly beaten into a **** sieve, and fell headlong to the ground. The one next to him hadn't reacted yet, and was also swept by the bullets. The two people behind were caught off guard and were sprayed with blood all over their heads and faces.

One had a throat jam, fell to the ground, screamed, and was shot in the head before the scream lasted for two seconds. The other ran off, shouting, "My own! Don't—"

"Boom!"

As soon as the gunshot rang out, he fell to the ground, and the blood in his throat gushed out and dripped slowly on the snow.

Xie Zhenshu was silent, with his fingertips on the trigger, watching the whole process in the dark. This sudden change occurred in less than a minute, and the group of people who were still discussing **** people were killed first.

Old Liu commanded the elite: "Take off their equipment and drag their bodies to the back of the snow slope. Don't delay."

Two elites walked out from behind the door and dragged the corpse as promised. Old Liu stared with a frown, and when they got to Xuepo, he said to the rest of the people behind: "Everyone knows that there is only so much money, if everyone is alive, how can it be enough? So I can't help it, for you , willing to be this villain, let's shoot.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the other two elites behind him fired. Just firing two shots is not safe, the sound of "chug chug" rang out for five seconds, and now two more died, falling right in front of Xuepo, without dragging.

Lao Liu nodded again, very satisfied with the result. The wind was so strong that it made him cough. He covered his lips and said: "Okay, there are only six of us left now, the car will arrive in a while, you know what to say? Don't worry about the money, it's all in my safe. When I get home safely, I will give it to the brothers one by one." Minute."

With a few words, this man killed six people and tied the remaining two elites firmly, indicating that only when he gets home safely can everyone have money.

Xie Zhenshu heard that Lao Liu said just now that "there are only six of us left", and guessed that there are two other elites who should have died. Apart from the two at the door, there are two more left in the house. Seeing that Lao Liu's expression was normal, and he didn't change his face when he faced the corpse, he knew that the other party often did this kind of thing, and he was a slap in the face.

After Lao Liu finished speaking, he turned his head and entered the house, leaving two elite guards at the door. The two elites looked at each other for a moment, and neither of them moved, they both clenched their guns tightly.

In fact, at the beginning, no one wanted to kill their brother, but just now, as long as one of them failed to withstand the temptation to shoot first, the other would follow closely behind, and now, what Old Liu said is like a A dose of venom was ambushed in their blood and gradually stink.

After a few seconds, one said: "There is movement on the other side of Xuepo."

Another person said: "The wind blows."

One said: "People are not dead, go and see."

Another said: "Don't move."

One said: "We are the only ones left, and we have to take care of each other on the road. You can rest assured that I will never shoot. Brother, we are close friends..."

Another sternly said: "Don't move, I said don't move!"

This one tentatively stepped forward and said, "If you don't want to go, then I'll go and have a look—"

That man's eyes were bloodshot, and he stayed up all night last night. At this moment, his hands and feet were stiff due to the cold wind, and his nerves that had been tense were broken at the moment the other party moved, and a killing intent rushed straight into his heart. Killing one is killing, killing two is also killing, less people, more money, only yourself is the safest! He immediately raised his gun and shot at his brother.

The bullet hit the door panel at close range, and there was a loud bang. The person on the other side also had an impure mind, and the foot he stepped out was not for walking at all, but for attacking his brother's foot. In less than half a minute, the two huddled on the steps and fought together.

The wind blew up the snow tent violently, and the two elites had rolled to the ground. The blood and snow that hadn't been cleaned up were splashed by them, and the guns fell elsewhere.

I saw one riding on the other, beckoning the other's head with his frozen fist. The one who was beaten screamed, the bridge of his nose broke for a while, blood spurted out, he struggled violently underneath, grabbed the other person's hair, and tore it down. Both of them are no longer human beings, but fierce beasts that have been skinned to reveal their original forms. They didn't use any fighting skills in this gladiatorial fight, but they were even more brutal. In the end, their teeth and elbows became weapons , Let the fur and flesh fall all over the ground.

The officer raised his gun and was about to kill them, but someone was faster. Lao Liu shot the heads of the two men from behind with a gun, ending the fierce battle. He held the gun in an amateurish posture, and coughed continuously. After the death, he just closed the door, as if he had just come out to take a breath.

Snow White and Red Blood cobbled together a new world, which was different from what was predicted and planned. In the short few minutes, it shrank into a square inch and spread before Xie Zhenshu's eyes, like a funny and absurd drama.

The magistrate did not stop to mourn them, it was the kindness of a doctor, and he stepped across the two bodies indifferently, as if across a new world in which he had not participated. He opened the door and walked in. In the melody of "Defending the Alliance Rose Song", he saw a simple dismantling table and a hammock.

The four of them turned their heads when they heard the door knock. The hammock next to it was wet, blood was dripping, and two disappeared elites were hanging on it naked, already disemboweled, and the most paradoxical thing was that only half of the doctors were left on the dismantling table they surrounded. A torso, it is suspended in the air by its own mechanical arm, and there is nothing in the chest except singing.

Xie Zhenshu didn't know which face was Wu Yao, maybe they were all of them.

Old Liu pulled off the mask he had just put on, and scolded, "Are you in the motorcade? Get out! Before I told you to come in, didn't you—"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Xie Zhenshu fired mechanically, and when he turned his gun to the last person, he asked, "Are you Wu Yao?"

Before the other party could answer, the gunshots rang out.

Xue jumped into Xie Zhenshu's collar from behind, but he didn't put down his gun. The light was not bright at dawn, and the sky was still gray. He stood there, as if he had returned to the Southern League again, a lonely **** who recited the judgment.

Chapter end