I'm driving a chariot in the apocalypse

Pullman Balk looked at the black packages and felt very uncomfortable. There seemed to be something in his throat that he couldn't spit out or swallow.

His men brought black packages one by one. He opened the black packages and looked at the corpses one after another. These corpses no longer looked like humans. Their sizes looked similar to humans, but they His appearance has long ceased to look human.

Their bodies are covered with black spiritual scales. These scales are so hard that even if you scratch them with a steel knife, they won't leave any traces. Even if you shoot with a machine gun, bullets hitting it will only leave shallow marks.

Looking at the monsters one by one, Pullman Balk said to the boys around him: Throw oil! Light a fire!

Following Pullman Balk's order, these corpses were covered with fuel. The flames were like a fire snake, spreading along the oil. In a short time, the small square was ablaze. Under the burning flames, these corpses exploded, like the last screams of the dead.

The flames lasted for an hour before dissipating, and the square was darkened by the flames. Talk about black smoke flying into the sky, blackening the sky. There was also a smell of fuel in the air.

Under the burning of the flames, those corpses disappeared, leaving only black ashes on the ground. These black ashes have special people to deal with them.

After everyone left, Pullman Balk confirmed that all the bodies had been burned before returning to the Bounty Hunters Guild in Ill Town.

Pullman Balk was in a bad mood. No one had dared to speak in front of him these days, especially when the people around him knew what he was doing and chose to stay away from him. Pullman Balk returned to the Ill Town Bounty Hunters Guild. He did not return to his office, but went to the cafeteria.

He went to the cook and asked for a large bottle of wine. When he got the wine, he took a big sip without thinking. The wine was very strong, like a knife cutting through his throat, but this feeling made his uncomfortable feeling better. Click.

But the intensity of the wine exceeded the limit that he could take advantage of, and he coughed violently.

A figure appeared behind Pullman Balk and patted his back gently with his hand. Pullman Balk didn't look back. He knew who the other person was from his movements.

This bastard man had given him such a torturous job, but he couldn't bear the slightest resentment. Pullman Balk felt that he was so stupid. After such a thing happened, he still had to take the blame for others without any resentment. He must be sick, and this must be the case.

Moore Max took the wine glass and poured himself a glass. He was also in a bad mood these days. If Pullman Balk hadn't helped him and shared a little bit of his sins, Moore Max at this time might have... Already committed suicide.

Moore Max swallowed the wine in the glass into his stomach. It was like a fire was burning in his stomach. Moore Max couldn't tell whether this fire was the effect of alcohol or the fire in his heart. Burning fiercely.

After spitting out the breath of alcohol, Moore Max said to Pullman Balk: Thank you! If not, I really don't know how I could survive this period of time.

Pullman Balk smiled bitterly and shook the liquor in the glass. The light yellow liquor was like holding a ball of burning fire. Don't thank me, this is my obligation as the vice president.

Moore Max turned his back. His drinking capacity was incomparable to that of Pullman Balk. Pullman Balk drank half a bottle of spirits and felt no difference. Moore Max only drank one glass and felt flushed. She felt hot, and a nauseating feeling surged out of her stomach.

It felt like someone had punched me in the stomach and I was about to spit it out at any moment.

Pullman Balk gave Moore Max a small trash can. He knew that Moore Max's drinking capacity and this bottle of strong liquor would make him feel very uncomfortable. Spit it out! Don't hold it in, it will make you feel better if you spit it out!

Pullman Balk actually wanted to vomit, but he was more tolerant than Moore Max. Even if his stomach felt like a flame was grilling him, he could bear it. Pullman Balk is torturing himself, hoping that this kind of torture can make his heart feel a little better.

Moore Max said drunkenly: We are all a bunch of bastards, right?

Pullman Balk nodded and said: Yes! We are just a bunch of bastards, complete bastards. If we die, we will definitely go to hell.

Moore Max laughed heartily and held the stool with both hands to prevent himself from falling suddenly. It's great that we can go to hell after we die! I thought there would be no place to go after we die!

Moore Max, smelling of alcohol, said to Pullman Balk: You think, if we go to hell, will we be disliked by the devil?

Pullman Balk thought for a while and said seriously: Yes! The demons in hell will definitely despise us! We should be driven to the darkest corner of hell and be spurned by all the demons.

When Moore Max heard this, he couldn't help but became happy, as if being treated like this was the best thing for him, and living well was a sin. Only torture can bring some comfort to the soul.

As Moore Max became drunk, his strong hands lost their strength, and his body went limp and fell to the ground. Fortunately, Moore Max took action in time and hugged Moore Max, who was about to fall. Pullman. Balk's reaction was still a little slow, and half a bottle of wine also had an impact on him.

Moore Max's body was hung strangely in the air, unable to go up or down. Pullman Balk worked hard to lift Moore Max up and walked outside. But his drunkenness made him feel that the ground was not very smooth and he was swaying when he walked.

Everyone around them is not surprised. President Moore Marks and Vice President Pullman Balk have been like this these days. Both of them are drunk during work hours.

Moore Max was thrown on the sofa in the office by Pullman Balk. Pullman Balk took the position of Moore Max and helped Moore Max continue to deal with the unfinished matters.

The report on the desk was sent by Rebanna. This report made Pullman Balk gnash his teeth and roar angrily. You bastard! You still want to kill! You still want to kill! Do you have to kill everyone to be satisfied? Rebanna, you bastard! You beast!

Everyone who passed the office walked quickly, fearing that they would be caught if they walked slowly. They heard all kinds of wonderful curse words, but wished they heard nothing.

After a long time, whether Pullman Balk was completely drunk or Pullman Balk was tired of scolding, the voice in the office finally became quieter. After making sure that Pullman Balk had no intention of continuing to curse, the secretary walked in and was about to take away the report that had been placed on the desk.

Pullman Balk had fallen asleep, and the whole office was filled with the smell of alcohol. The secretary didn't say anything, he just picked up the signed documents on his desk and left quickly.

Last time, because I was a little slow, I was scolded by the drunk vice president. The secretary walked out of the office, breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked carefully at the signature on the document.

This is a document requesting fuel. Judging from the amount of fuel, more than a hundred monster corpses will be burned to death this time. Judging from the joint analysis of several previous reports, the villagers of Wuge Village are basically dead. Absolutely.

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Rebana was writing a fuel application report. Cronin. Donna walked to Rebana's side. Looking at the amount of fuel Rebana applied for, she understood that another large part of the refugees in Wuge Village would be burned. ash.

Rebana's face was gloomy, as if it was covered with a layer of frost. Cronin. Donna rubbed Rebana's face with her hands and said, It's so ugly for you to look like this. You are still smiling and don't care about anything. nice.

Rebanna swept away Cronin-Donna's hand. He was really in no mood to continue talking to Cronin-Donna. Rebana looked out the window, where he could see the refugees from Songless Village, who were executing the names of their own villages. The executed people did not escape, there was no confusion, they walked to the entrance of the village talking and laughing, sat on the ground in unison, waiting for their friends or relatives to see them off.

At least more than a hundred people have died this time! Counting the previous times, there should be only a few dozen people left in Wuge Village! Rebana looked out the window and said.

Cronin. Donna knew that Rebanna was blaming himself for not being able to save those people. Cronin Donna comforted: Rebana, this is not your fault! You have worked hard, and Cliff has tried his best, but there is no way to change things.

The villagers of Wuge Village all know that, so they act on their own. They didn't let your injuries be stained with blood. This is their greatest kindness. Rebanna, don't think about it anymore. Cronin. Donna also admired Wuge. The refugees in Gecun know their situation and face death calmly. It didn't bother anyone else at all.

This is a group of kind people, but they don't get the treatment they deserve, and they are greeted only by death.

Rebanna choked and said: It shouldn't be like this! Things shouldn't be like this! They are all kind people, and they should all...

Rebana was speechless. It was like a huge stone was stuffed into his throat. He couldn't speak no matter what.

Cronin. Donna stared at the dead people. They were put into black bags one by one, waiting to be cremated. This is all the fault of Varu and the Presbyterian Council. Rebanna, this has nothing to do with you. The villagers of Wuge Village have made a decision. All we have to do is respect their wishes.

Respect! Of course we should respect it! But how I wish they could roar, how I wish they could rush out with weapons. Rebanna said. I hope they will fight for their own survival, so that I can kill them without worry, but the fact is that they killed themselves.

They don't want to cause trouble to anyone, and don't want to be a burden to others. How heartbroken was I when I knew about their decision? I only felt my own incompetence. We failed to create an antidote! We can only watch Die for these kind people!

Rebana slammed his hand on the window sill, and the window sill was smashed by Rebana. Why should kind people be treated like this? The world shouldn't be like this.

Margaery walked in at this time. She knew that Rebana was in a bad mood now and should not tell Rebana about this, but she had to be this evil person.

Wuge Village is the name of the village. Eight hundred people have been executed, and the number of survivors is 69. If there is no antidote tomorrow, none of the villagers in Wuge Village will be spared.

Cronin Donna frowned and whispered to Margaery: Can't you talk to Rebanna at another time? This time is really not a good time.

Cronin. Donna's voice was very low, but with Rebanna's ears, she heard everything clearly, and Margaery didn't cover it up. Rebana originally planned to do this personally, but Margaery snatched it from Rebana's hand just to make Rebana feel better.

Margery understood that Rebana was uncomfortable, but there were some things that needed to be faced in the midst of discomfort. Many times, she would go on in such discomfort and pain, even if she had the urge to kill in her heart, she still endured it.

Rebanna said to Margery: I know! Send the report on the table and the corpses to Pullman Balk! As before, let him watch and watch all the corpses burn. .”

I will! After saying that, Margery walked out. When she was walking at the door, she suddenly said to Rebana: You should calm down. The refugees in Wuge Village will always be solved, and our affairs will still be solved. Go ahead. Varu is nearby, Rebana, you should know what I mean.

Rebana nodded and said: I understand! Go and do your thing!

Cronin. Donna still wanted to say something, but after seeing Rebana's knack for killing people, she decided to forget it. At this time, she had better not cause trouble to Rebana.

Rebana left his office and walked to the secret cave. He would come there every day, just hoping that Cliff would tell him that the antidote was successfully made. But every time I leave with hope and come back with disappointment.

I hope I can get good news this time! Rebanna prayed like this in his heart, but God always told him some kind of joke.

Cliff saw Ray Banner and didn't say a word. Rebana already understood without asking.