Abstraction for a bad world

Chapter 72: Pointing Guns at Ordinary People Does Not Require a Reason (rd Update!)

"Take a deep breath, dizziness is normal."

Yuan Qingzhuo crushed the half-bloody face of Huangmao with his toes, then turned to the semi-transparent Marina beside him and said: "Although I really want you to fight, Gouzi..."

Upon hearing this, Marina stood at attention and didn't dare to say a single teasing word.

——Are you kidding me? The three or four people before were fine, but if these dozens of people in front of us fired a shot each, they would be riddled with bullets.

"But unfortunately, that guy isn't strong enough to escape safely by himself." Yuan Qingzhuo pointed at Garcia, who stood up with his fists clenched and staggering as if facing a formidable enemy. "If you were the one to fight, he would probably die here."

"so……"

Yuan Qingzhuo kicked the yellow-haired dog far away. He patted the dog's shoulder, who looked somewhat relieved, and said to her seriously,
"Watch well and study hard."

He breathed in the extremely rich smell of blood in the air, placed his fists and palms forward and backward, assumed a basic stance, and revealed a bloodthirsty smile.

Yuan Qingzhuo gave some body perception permissions to Marina.

"——Come and feel how I tortured and slaughtered them."

At this moment, Marina, who could empathize with Yuan Qingzhuo, understood how comfortable and powerful this handsome boy who reached out to her in the dark was, and how angry he was now.

This is not simply a matter of strength or physical fitness that can be tested with a dynamometer.

Rather, it is a kind of inexplicable and more metaphysical "heart" and "will" that is so huge and indestructible.

Marina swallowed, feeling her ethereal body inexplicably warm.

This boy, no... this man is as bright and hard as a diamond.

"It seems that Your Excellency still gave me some face."

The stitcher took a look at the yellow-haired man lying on the ground but still alive, and asked the men who were pointing their guns at Garcia to aim at Yuan Qingzhuo.

“But Your Excellency doesn’t seem to have any intention of letting him go. In that case…” The Stitcher stretched out several spears from his arms and pointed them at Yuan Qingzhuo. He laughed crazily, “Then let’s decide their life or death through fighting!”

"come on."

Hearing Garcia's timid encouragement, Yuan Qingzhuo glanced at him sideways and asked dissatisfiedly: "You speak so quietly, are you afraid that I can't win?"

Garcia was speechless for a moment, as if he did not expect Yuan Qingzhuo to answer like this.

But these bloodthirsty members of the Whirlpool Gang would not give them any more time to chat. Dozens of them lined up in a row and raised their guns at the same time, frantically pulling the trigger at Yuan Qingzhuo.

In an instant, dozens or even hundreds of bullets formed a semicircular encirclement, rushing towards Yuan Qingzhuo at once or even twice the speed of sound.

Even the high-end prosthetic eye could not capture the entire process. The man who was doing the stitching could only see so many bullets raising a dust storm more than a person high on the open ground, but he did not hear even a single scream.

The prosthetic eye of the stitched man turned, and he turned on the infrared mode, but found no signs of a standing human body.

"do you died?"

He muttered in boredom and lowered the muzzle of the shotgun in his hand - he originally thought he was a very powerful gene awakener, but now it seems that he is just a guy with the first or second awakening at most.

I thought it was a big fish, but it turned out to be just a small shrimp.

What he said just now was probably just an attempt to remain calm after realizing he was no longer able to defeat his opponent.

But unfortunately, the Uzumaki Gang will not fall for this trick.

If there is an enemy in front of you, there are only two outcomes...

It's a pity that she has such a hot body and animal ears. Even the stitchers can't imagine how exciting this must be. Even if there are ten guys in a nightclub at the same time, they can't compare to this.

"I have a question - you guys smell so fresh and strong of blood, did you go and massacre a rival gang?" First the bionic skin was torn, then the guns made of composite materials were cut off, and the prosthetics, muscles and bones made of high-strength alloys were not spared.

Blood rushed into the sky due to the extremely high pressure, partially obscuring the vision of the prosthetic eye.

It was not until the stitched man's left arm fell to the ground that he suddenly reacted to the cold voice.

The stitcher immediately fired to the left front, the shotgun roaring fiercely.

"Haha! You are not dead after all!"

The younger brothers behind him also captured Yuan Qingzhuo's various afterimages due to the different degrees of modification of their prosthetic eyes and neural reflexes, and began to shoot at them sparsely.

"So you're a thrice awakener! Who are you with?! I'm going to kill you, and then you'll really become famous!"

The stitcher was obviously excited. He didn't care about the broken left forearm at all. This pain and injury were commonplace to him.

What's more, he still has a trump card that he hasn't used.

The more savvy and experienced the hunter is, the better he will be at seizing the opportunity to win.

"Can you smell it? Haha! Just now, we beat everyone in a theater into a pulp! Oh, you can't imagine how wonderful the scene was. Blood and flesh were all over the floor, and the cries and pleas of ordinary people were the most beautiful accompaniment!"

The man's artificial eye was spinning rapidly as he excitedly recounted what had happened half an hour ago.

"Whose mission is it to massacre ordinary people?"

The curious sound reached the ears of the stitcher, along with the scream of one of his younger brothers. He immediately turned towards it, pulled the trigger, and smashed the bodies of several more of his younger brothers.

However, only one bullet just grazed the outside of Yuan Qingzhuo's arm, leaving a small charred mark.

The stitcher narrowed his eyes slightly and discovered a subtle point.

——This guy seems to care a lot about others, maybe he is a saint?

Anyway, let’s try it first.

"Mission? You must be kidding me. Which company would spend money to clean up garbage in the sewer that has nothing to do with them?"

The Stitcher was silent for two seconds, then said in an extremely excited tone: "This is totally our hobby! It is an indispensable part of our daily life! I swear, after you try to control the life and death of ordinary people at will, you will be extremely excited!"

"The thoughts of a weak person like you are really disgusting...but you are right in one point."

Yuan Qingzhuo appeared in front of the stitcher at some point, raised his hand and grabbed the shotgun that was pointed at his forehead, tightly grasped the gun body and the bullet that was about to be fired, and squeezed them into a pile of scrap metal.

The ear-piercing crackling sound thundered in his palm several times, trying to break free, but returned to silence after a moment.

Only the strong smell of gunpowder and metal wafted out.

This scene stunned the younger brothers around.

Yuan Qingzhuo calmly shook his hands, his eyes indifferent: "That is - I can indeed control the life and death of you rubbish at will."

He sighed and said to the ferocious-looking stitcher,

"I wanted to give you a quick win, but now it seems that I can't let you off so easily."

I have to adjust my work and rest schedule in the future

I can't update it this late anymore

TM’s daily power, turn for me!

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(End of this chapter)