Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 274 No Forgivable Betrayal

Black Fang quietly slowed down his pace.

When he is stupid?

That kid is holding a laser gun, but anyone who knows how to use a gun can hit a hundred shots.

And he was still wearing carapace, the old kind.

Although I don't know if it was inherited, it was obtained from somewhere else.

But as long as he can get this kind of thing, he is a very ruthless character.

After all, apart from the particularly unlucky ones, those Star Forces who came to the bottom nest by chance left behind a lot of frightening legends.

Black Fang had heard of an Astral Guard wearing a fur coat who burned the bottom nest upside down with a melta gun, and even melted several hunters who came down to hunt him down.

He doesn't want to be a stepping stone to someone else's legend.

However, it is impossible not to go up, the guy with stinky feet is watching from behind.

If Hei Fang dared to step back, a bullet would come at him immediately.

I dare not go up, and I can't retreat, so I can only retreat to maintain my safe position.

He who was lamenting the difficulty of life suddenly shivered, because the boy with the laser gun appeared again.

Hei Fang didn't dare to raise his gun to aim, for fear of being listed as the first target to kill.

Then he saw that the boy with unbelievably accurate marksmanship raised his arm.

A fist-sized cylindrical object fell from the sky and landed in the middle of the mob.

"Grenade!"

Black Fang yelled in horror, and then pulled the accomplice in front of him down, allowing him to block himself.

Imperial-style military high explosives were detonated by a detonator, and the shock wave shattered the metal band and ceramic casing that encased it.

Thousands of metal streams and ceramic shards bloomed, covering the surrounding thugs in a flower of death.

Many people know the power of the Space Marines, but only a few people know that the Star Militia is the main force against the enemies of mankind.

The small work of eliminating planetary rebels is only done occasionally, and the main job of the Star Militia Army is to use laser guns to shoot and super-heavy tanks to vaporize aliens and heretics.

And what would it be like to fight against these thugs who didn't even have armor?

The answer is, horrible.

The area around the center of the explosion has almost become a predation scene for some kind of predator.

With some kind of cruel hobby, it tore off the flesh and blood of its prey bit by bit, and then threw it away.

But he refused to kill them cleanly, and left some fragments of the organization in a random manner.

Thankfully the thugs died instantly when the splinters were driven into their brains or hearts, and didn't suffer in the same way as the scene.

And Black Fang, who wittily used his accomplice as a shield, was not spared either. His unblocked lower body was smashed to pieces by ceramic shards, leaving nothing behind.

Twelve corpses.

Chu Zihang took a quick visual inspection, and then pulled the trigger.

Thirteen now.

The left half of his face was covered with blood, and the white roots of his teeth were exposed to the air.

A bullet passed through the back of the mouth, taking away two of his teeth and a piece of skin.

The smell of blood was inhaled from the nostrils, even covering the smell of air pollutants.

The originally pretty face now looked like a mutant who had failed an experiment.

The stinky feet stared at Chu Zihang from a distance, and he was defeated after a few seconds.

"Today counts as my fall, let's go."

He signaled to his men to prepare to retreat.

"Leave the hammer and the fire."

Chu Zihang opened his mouth with difficulty, a stream of blood flowed every time he said a syllable.

Among the crowd, the blacksmith and his daughter trembled.

"What if I don't stay?"

Smellyfoot spat and said.

In the bottom nest, one needs strength and two needs face.

If he was defeated and returned and handed over the people he took refuge in, it would be a big loss of face.

Not to mention anything else, those younger brothers who are usually jumpy will definitely have different intentions.

"Then go to die."

When the word "that" was said, Chu Zihang had already pulled the trigger.

The laser passed through many obstacles and shot off the stinky fish's calf.

He never planned to let these thugs go, the conversation just now was just to find the shooting angle.

However, no matter how Chu Zihang searched, he couldn't find an angle that could directly kill the leader of the mob, so he could only retreat and destroy the opponent's ability to act first.

"Beasts, kill them all."

Chu Zihang looked at the mouse skin man with a face dripping with blood.

The beast's body trembled, and he felt a will in that gaze that was heavier than the dome of the hive capital.

If they don't act according to that will, they will face the same catastrophe as those thugs.

"Clan people, protect our friends and property."

The mouse skin man roared in a hoarse voice.

The ratskin people who had been cowering and hiding emerged again, firing or throwing at the mob with their crude weapons.

Ten pulled the bolt of the gun, and the bullet accurately shot into the head of the mob leader, ending his sinful and insignificant life.

"Brothers, get rid of these rat bastards and kill them!"

People in the bottom nest may be timid or cowardly, but they will never lack the fierceness in their bones.

Without the persecution of the leader, the thugs also showed the courage to fight to the death.

Bullets fired from the automatic or semi-automatic weapons in their hands, knocking over the ratskins who were also unarmored.

The beast looked sad, but it didn't stop. Instead, it went to a more conspicuous place and raised its pistol to shoot.

Chu Zihang also didn't stop, and the lasers that symbolized death shot out one after another, and each flash represented the disappearance of a life.

Finally, the gunfire gradually stopped.

All the thugs lay on the ground, leaving only the trembling men and girls.

Perhaps it was luck or man-made, these two people were left to the end.

Chu Zihang slowly climbed down the pipe, and the surviving mouse skin man pushed the two of them in front of him.

"Why did you betray me?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"Boss, it was they who threatened me with fire, that's why I said it."

Hammer stammered.

Huo timidly grabbed the corner of his father's clothes, the powerful and friendly boss changed, becoming ugly and fierce.

"You have one more chance to tell the truth."

He endured the anger in his heart.

"I want to go back with the fire. I've never been out of the blackwater den. I can't bear to be outside for another day. I want them to throw Johnny out and let him have a taste of me."

Perhaps driven to collapse by fear, Hammer vented all his thoughts.

His face was distorted with fear and madness, and he looked even uglier than Chu Zihang's.

"Boss, forgive me, I'm a blacksmith, I can help you with your work."

After venting, Hammer calmed down again.

He prayed to Chu Zihang, just like when he first met.

"There is no betrayal small enough to be forgiven."

Chu Zihang said coldly, and shot through his eyes with a laser.

He looked at Huo who was kneeling on the ground shaking his father's body, and his expression flashed a little struggling.

"May your soul return to the Golden Throne."

Chu Zihang pulled the trigger again.

After the execution was over, his will could no longer resist the physiological mechanism, and his consciousness fell into darkness.

(End of this chapter)