I sell Coke in the doomsday

Chapter 28: Fighting Violence with Violence (II)

"In the past two days, people in the base have been in a state of panic. Everyone has realized that the two groups will fight sooner or later."

"No one is optimistic about the weekend. He has too few people and they don't look like they can fight."

I frowned, thought, put my hand on my chin, and said to the young guard in a strange tone.

"The situation is more serious than I thought."

"But I just came back a few days late, why can't those guys hold back? Are they too impatient?"

Hearing this, the young guard smiled bitterly, kicked the stones under his feet, and sighed softly.

"Because... everyone thought you wouldn't come back."

I was startled when I heard that, and said in surprise as I looked at the young guard who lowered his head and smiled bitterly.

"I... won't come back? Why would they have such an idea?"

The young guard took a deep breath, twitched the corners of his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke timidly.

"In fact, we all know in our hearts how much we have done to you. If we put ourselves in your shoes, we all think that not killing us is already the greatest gift you have given us."

"If anyone from this base were in your position, there would be no way they would come back. In the eyes of all of us, you must be extremely disgusting and disgusting when you see us."

I subconsciously wanted to refute, but when the words came to my lips, I found that I had nothing to say.

Can't refute.

What I did in this stronghold should make me look more like a fool than a fool. I don't intend to be a saint, nor do I intend to forgive everyone.

I… just… don’t have anything better to do.

Looking at the young man in front of me who admired me a little, I couldn't help laughing, reached out and patted his head, and laughed softly.

"Don't think too highly of me. I'm just a rotten person."

"You never know when his emotions will get out of control and he'll go on a killing spree."

After saying that, I turned and left, but the young man was very persistent and shouted at me.

"No, if you really did that, then there must be a reason why you had to do it."

"You're not a bad person."

The night breeze was chilly. I didn't answer the young man, but just squinted my eyes and walked forward.

After walking a short distance, I paused and turned to look at the young guard, who was still standing there watching me.

I sighed, then turned my head away and stopped looking at him. Without disturbing anyone else, I walked straight back to my room and lay down on the bed.

However, I lay in bed, tossing and turning, but couldn't fall asleep. All I could think about was what the young man had just said and everything I had experienced in this stronghold in the past.

As expected...I still can't forgive these people.

However, hundreds of reincarnations have washed away my hatred. Compared with this gambling game that repeats itself over and over again, the Corpse God Cult seems so insignificant.

However, after listening to the words of the young guard, I realized that there are still many living people here, a mixture of good and evil, living numbly and helplessly.

Killing is actually a physical job. Killing everyone here is a very troublesome and laborious task. If I really did that, even if one person escaped, I would feel very uncomfortable, like a fishbone stuck in my throat.

At the same time, for the sake of the young Zi Su, as far as I can remember, Zi Su and her mother did not eat my meat at the beginning.

I believe this is not an isolated case. There must be other kind people like Zi Su and her mother in this stronghold. This is one of the reasons why I did not kill them in large numbers.

So, that's it.

This is not forgiveness, but... forget it.

Thinking of this, I smiled bitterly, stopped thinking about it, and prepared to have a good sleep. But before I could empty my mind, the door was kicked open by someone.

Dong! Amid the sound of the door slamming, I saw Weekend rushing in with a look of surprise on his face. He didn't care whether I was asleep or not, and walked straight over to me, saying with a trembling body.

"Mr. Su...you...are finally back."

In the darkness, I rolled my eyes, turned over and sat up, and sighed speechlessly.

"No, do you know what time it is?"

However, Weekend didn't listen to me at all. He took out a lighter from his pocket, lit the candle beside my bed, pulled a chair over, and asked me.

"Mr. Su, can I sleep here tonight?"

The candlelight flickered. In the dim light, the already thin Weekend looked unusually tired, and the skin on his face revealed a sickly paleness.

I looked at Weekend with some surprise and said curiously.

"I've only been gone for a few days, how come you're in such a state?"

Hearing this, Weekend's face showed a bit of bitterness. He seemed to have aged ten years. He kept shaking his head and answered in a low voice.

"Mr. Su, I didn't dare to sleep during the days you were away. Every night I had to light a candle, hold the pistol you gave me, and stay in a corner, staring at the window and the door."

"If you don't come back, I might die here."

Instead of sympathizing with the weekend, I laughed at it with a sense of schadenfreude.

"It's not a big deal. If you have a gun, just blow the troublemaker's head off and that'll be all."

Weekend was at a loss whether to laugh or cry when he heard that. He took out his pistol tremblingly and said with his head down.

"I don't dare. There are 30 or 40 people causing trouble. I am holding a pistol, not a machine gun."

"As soon as I fire my gun, they will definitely come together and chop off my head with a knife."

"And I don't have much confidence in my shooting skills."

Having said that, Weekend sighed deeply again and said with a sad face.

"The leader of the trouble was originally the lackey of the former leader. Although he didn't make it to the top, he still has 30 to 40 minions under him."

"They have been dissatisfied with me since the beginning, and they should have realized it during this period of time."

“Mr. Su, no matter how powerful you are, you are only one person. As long as they catch you off guard, they still have a chance of winning.”

"So, don't push them too hard, or you'll end up with the rabbit kicking the eagle."

I nodded slightly and turned to Weekend to continue asking.

"What's the name of the leader?"

Weekend paused and said a not-so-nice name.

"Zhao Hanting."

"He is a martial artist. When he was in civilized society, he was a gangster leader who fought everywhere. He was ruthless and not afraid of death."

"You must be careful."

Hearing this, I sneered. If he was really not afraid of death, when I killed the leader, he would not have knelt on the ground like the others and dared not resist.

After all, the so-called bloodiness and fearlessness of death of those gangsters are just things to scare people. It's just that sometimes they even deceive themselves. Unless the gun is pointed at their heads, they still think they are not afraid of death.

However, I really don't want to kill too many people so quickly, as this will cause panic in this stronghold and will be difficult to manage.

Thinking of this, I looked at my tired weekend, stood up, patted his shoulder, and whispered.

"Okay, you can sleep in my bed tonight and have a good rest."

"I'll just sit in the chair for the night."

I was a little nervous on the weekend, and when I wanted to say something, I slapped him on the head.

"Don't talk nonsense, we are in the same boat now."

Hearing this, Weekend smiled guiltily, then climbed onto the bed obediently, while I sat on the chair and closed my eyes to rest.

Soon, Weekend's snoring began to sound. Fortunately, it was not too loud, otherwise I would have kicked him to the ground.

I had taken a nap during the day, so I wasn't feeling sleepy. I had nothing to do, so I took out my two pistols and checked the magazines carefully.

At most, thirty bullets should be enough to deal with those gangsters, but it seems a bit wasteful to me.

What a pity, my previous bullets all fell into the river and can’t be found anymore, otherwise I wouldn’t have to be so frugal.

I leaned back in my chair and didn't take Zhao Hanting mentioned by Weekend seriously. I was just thinking about how to deal with this group of people.

Before I knew it, I fell asleep leaning against the chair.

……

The next day, it was dawn.

I rubbed my eyes and sat up from the chair. The chair was not a good place to sleep. I felt sore all over from the sleep. Fortunately, the feeling disappeared after a while.

The weekend was indeed tiring. When I woke up, he was still sleeping soundly. I was considerate and did not wake him up. Instead, I put away the two pistols and pushed the door open and walked out.

The sun was shining, and the summer morning was still somewhat cool. I yawned as I walked towards the truck where I had parked yesterday.

Many people in the stronghold had already gotten up. When they saw me, they all looked surprised. It seemed that they really thought I would not come back.

I walked through these people's strange looks, and when I got to the side of the truck, I found that the door of the truck was wide open, and half of the supplies in the truck were missing.

What surprised me even more was that the young guard who had talked to me last night was standing aside with a guilty look on his face. His face was covered with bruises and it seemed that he had been severely beaten.

I frowned and walked away slowly. When I arrived at the side of the truck, the young guard, with bruises on his face, said ashamedly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Su, I didn't like what's here."

I glanced at the guilty young guard, sighed, and asked.

"Did Zhao Hanting lead someone to take it?"

The young guard nodded and answered in a deep voice.

"Yes, Zhao Hanting's group brought a group of people here early in the morning to move the supplies."

"I wanted to stop them, but there were too many of them."

"I haven't."

I rubbed my forehead with my hand, feeling a little headache, and said helplessly.

"Isn't that nonsense? You alone want to stop a large group of people. Do you think you are a god descended from heaven?"

"At a time like this, you should just be timid."

Hearing this, the young man raised his brows, looked unwilling, and said in a low voice.

"That group of people was too arrogant, I couldn't help it."

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This young man looked a little too youthful and energetic. I touched the pistol in my pocket, turned to the young man and asked with a smile.

"What's your name?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then he frowned and answered seriously.

"My name is Zhu Yuan."

I narrowed my eyes, closed the truck door again, and spoke to Zhu Yuan calmly.

"Zhu Yuan, right? You should follow me from now on."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuan was stunned, and then his facial features went out of control. He smiled so hard that his nose and mouth were not the same, as if he had won the lottery, and his eyebrows and eyes were flying.

This guy doesn't look very smart.

After Zhu Yuan calmed down, I took out my pistol, opened the safety, and said casually.

"Okay, stop laughing and take me to find Zhao Hanting and his gang."

"I want to talk to them."

Chapter 29: Fighting Violence with Violence (Part 3)

"Okay, stop laughing and take me to find Zhao Hanting and his gang."

"I want to talk to them."

Hearing this, Zhu Yuan smacked his lips, touched the bruises on his face with his hand, and asked with some concern.

"Just the two of us?"

After seeing me nod, Zhu Yuan couldn't help but add again.

"There are a lot of them, at least thirty or forty people."