Chapter 497 Act16 Realize

Chapter 41 Understanding

[Part ①·Self-Destruction]

[Ghost Arm Ron] is a big man respected by all the cousins ​​in the war gang.

In the nameless clearing operation against Lieyang Castle, in that cruel expedition, Ron, as George Joshua's Wing of Light, successfully escaped Jason Megan's pursuit through the intricate waterways and survived.

Once upon a time, Ron was the leader of Platform Zero, the pope of the Mad Butterfly Holy Church, and George Joshua's gold medal worker.

Now the times have changed. General Manager Todd has captured George Joshua's heart. The White Shark will resume its previous livelihood in the form of a company, but Ron has no chance to come to the front again and has lost most of his power. He is just muddling along, and can only listen to Todd's dispatch and arrangements to do some dirty and tiring work.

In the noisy Wisteria Flower Market, there are two candy houses, one is a store that sells desserts to children, and the other is a special den for selling soft drugs.

Ron was sitting on the old man's chair next to the lobby. He had beautiful black hair and a red face. He had stayed in Hedland for a while and helped the local fire king of Huangniu Town. This body had been transformed several times, especially the two arms.

Look at his arms on the armrests. There are a total of 18 fingers on his left and right hands. These essences are holy objects given to him by George Joshua. They have extraordinary soul power and are also the origin of Mr. Ron's nickname [Ghost Arm].

These fingers are all born in the flesh of the palm, like the shape of an eagle's claw. The extra essence spreads all the way to the upper and lower arms. The complex arm muscle groups are all abnormally strong tumors. They are not as symmetrical as the muscle lines of normal people. Even the strongest big muscle tyrant in the world does not have such deformed arms.

It has been transformed by the three war gang psychics voodoo doctors, and part of George Joshua's arm essence has been fused into Ron's body.

These psychic catalysts not only gave Ron soul power, but he could also hold a gun with one hand to complete the operation of reloading and use heavy weapons. He was a machine gun team.

At 9:30 in the morning, the first passenger train of Lieyang Fort had just arrived at the station, and a loud whistle sounded from the passenger station.

Ron slowly woke up from his doze. This was the fifth round of his duel with Wulong City. Today's theme was to catch people.

"Boss Ron!" A confidant of the War Gang immediately rushed in from the door and brought good news.

Ron: "Have you had breakfast?"

The cousin of the War Gang immediately clasped his hands and bowed, retaining the habit of the Red Stone Man Hongmen Alliance: "Brothers have eaten, and just caught a young man."

Ron stood up from the armchair: "Bring him here."

In just one minute, the thugs of the War Gang carried a depressed young man to Ron's candy store.

This guy is an employee of the knife factory. After the martial law was imposed in the city, he was responsible for patrolling the surrounding areas. He was hiding well, but the water and electricity were cut off in the past few days, so he couldn't wash his clothes. He went out for patrol wearing a slightly damaged and bloody clothes, and was caught by the blood-donating unit in the war gang with a keen sense of smell.

When he came to the ghost arm Ron, the guy was immediately shocked by the other party's strong spiritual pressure, and felt uneasy and trembling.

Ron walked out the door slowly, went to the next door to pick up a watermelon, and took a plastic table from the restaurant stall, and cut it in front of the guy to share it with his brothers.

More than a dozen people surrounded the candy house and the captive in the middle. Everyone was silent, waiting for the guy to speak.

After ten minutes, Ron was full and threw the beverage can into the trash can across the street with precise techniques and subtle eyes.

"Which house are you from? How much rent does Dongfang Hao charge you every month?"

The young man immediately answered: "The landlord doesn't charge me rent. He took me in because he felt sorry for me."

"Hey! Are you repaying a favor?" Ron immediately squatted in front of the young man: "I still have a piece of watermelon here, do you want to try it?"

The young man looked disdainful: "Who would look down on your little melons and dates?"

"Let's put it this way." Ron was not in a hurry. He was a bad guy with grace, ideals, and pursuits. He also enjoyed this kind of condescending and soft negotiation: "Tell me the situation in Wulong City, how many anonymous people are there, just tell me the number!"

The Wing of Light showed nine fingers and opened his palm.

"As long as you open your mouth, you will eat this piece of watermelon. In the future, we will all be brothers and work for the White Shark Society. I have investigated your knife factory, Laiyang Iron and Steel Factory No. 2!"

"That, that, that Xiaotian!"

Ron greeted his men.

"Did you work here before?"

Oda, who was still watching TV, immediately answered: "Yes, big brother!"

Ron then asked: "How much is the monthly salary?"

Oda immediately said: "A basic salary of 1,800 yuan, depending on the factory's orders and performance that month, a maximum of 3,500 yuan, if food and accommodation are not provided, there will not be much money left."

Ron approached the captive and discussed in a low voice.

"3,500 yuan, Dongfang Hao waived your rent, 3,500 yuan a month, why are you competing with me?"

The young man immediately became sharp-tongued: "My career is glorious."

Ron and his brothers laughed and joked: "Yo! When did it become glorious to work in a factory?"

Young man: "Not like you, lending at high interest rates, trafficking children, instigating men to gamble, and forcing women to sell."

"Hey!" Ron smiled: "Proficient in business! A promising talent! No need for on-the-job training!"

The young man continued: "I make kitchen knives. Do you know how much care goes into making kitchen knives? Ron? Ron the Ghost Arm?"

"Then tell me something to open my eyes?" Ron patiently asked the prisoner to finish what he said.

The young man followed Ron's excitement and smiled playfully: "The gunsmith once said that kitchen knives are used to cook livestock. Making kitchen knives for people gives every ordinary person the courage to fight back. This career is so glorious. , It’s a matter of honoring the ancestors.”

Ron's smile stiffened and he gradually lost his patience.

When the word "gunsmith" comes out of this young man's mouth, there is no need to negotiate anymore.

He couldn't figure out where these common people got the courage to argue with the blood-granting unit, and dare to talk to the Wings of Light of the Immortal. Maybe the gunsmith gave them courage, but now the gunsmith is dead too!

It shouldn’t be! Things shouldn't be like this! The untouchables whose lives are so miserable must return to their old honest and responsible lives!

"Are you angry?" The young man was still kneeling on the ground, and his legs were stepped on by the two cousin guardians on the left and right.

Ron pretended to be generous, but secretly hated him so much that he was afraid of losing face in front of his men.

"Ah, I'm really a little angry."

The young man said: "I will be unlucky if I fall into your hands. We will have no chance to cooperate in the next life."

At this moment, Ron felt a strong sense of astonishment, as if he had heard some magical story.

"You're not alive anymore?"

Young man: "You never have the habit of leaving alive prisoners who don't obey you. I don't intend to cooperate. Otherwise, there will be a dead end."

Ron immediately explained: "Idiot! I didn't want to kill you! If you cooperate well, I have to give you money!"

"If you don't cooperate, you have to kill me!~" The young man said with a meaningless face: "Talk about business with an ogre? Are you kidding me? This is not a question of money - when I was a child, you were very famous. Big shot. Now let’s see what happens to you.”

"That's enough!" Ron broke through the defense in an instant, his eyes turned red with murderous intent, and he told the gang: "This is what he asked for!~"

The leader talked to his cousins ​​about his helplessness.

"He is seeking his own death! You all heard it! The gunsmith is dead! He still wants to read the gunsmith's scriptures! I think he is the most damn superstitious idiot!"

"Life in this world is nothing more than seeking good health, prosperity and wealth!"

"Since he wants to die, we will do a good deed and send this new kid on his way! It is also a gift for Mad Butterfly to be reunited in advance, which is a good thing!"

After saying these words, Ron himself felt a little guilty. It seemed that he would have the upper hand for a while, but this young man casually gave up his life just because of a belief - this seemed unbelievable to Ron.

Although the gunsmith is dead, the people who are against Crazy Butterfly will not disappear, and the will to fight is getting stronger and stronger.

In the past, when prisoners encountered non-violent non-cooperation, they could be coerced and induced to use torture to force them to submit.

But in today's world, even three-year-old children firmly believe in the story of Anonymous. They believe that good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and they will be rewarded in this life.

"Don't blame me for taking you to sacrifice the flag." Ron whispered to the young man, "This is your own choice. Adults must be responsible for their own choices."

The young man looked only eighteen years old, as if he had just grown up. His expression suddenly changed from relaxed and carefree to serious. He finally realized that his death was coming, and finally began to be afraid, but he still gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Can you turn me around, Ron?"

Ron, the ghost-armed man, had already taken out his gun, holding the classic internet-famous Desert Eagle in his wide hand, and the .50 AE bullet had just slipped into the chamber.

"You want to turn around? Why?"

The young man explained: "Understand, fallen leaves return to their roots. I want to watch the city die. When the first seven are about to return to their souls, I'm afraid I won't be able to find my way home."

"Ha!" Ron sneered: "That's not your house! Dongfang Hao's dog-raising skills are quite impressive! Can the tenants feel like they're home?"

"I grew up here, Ron." The young man moved his knees to turn his head and look towards the Walled City Heights: "It's not like you. I know you are happy. There are your properties everywhere and your houses everywhere. ——But do you have a family? "

"You kid! -" Ron was furious, showing his teeth, and then he kept his grace in front of the gang, "Okay! Come on, two brothers, take a photo of this warrior and send it to Dongfang Hao. , when his brain is split open, let Ground Dragon take a good look at how this kid died!"

"I will go against the White Shark! This is the end!"

The young man nodded and his body swayed up and down along with his neck, seeming to relax.

He raised his head slightly, realizing that his life was coming to an end. Looking at the serious candy shop next door, there were many children running over to join in the fun, mistakenly thinking that the Desert Eagle in Ron's hand was the same toy gun from the online e-commerce store.

I’m afraid the nameless mistress doesn’t have time to save a little person like me, right?

The gunsmith's wife is still in the walled city, and she wants to protect the others.

I'm scared.

Are you really scared? Is this how it feels when death is imminent? The flesh on his face was numb and trembling.

The goddess of luck favors the brave. Will General Cry come to save me? I'm afraid I'm not that lucky.

You can't count on others to save you every time, right?

The young man's mouth opened slightly, and he thought nervously.

You must not tell these guys, you can't say it out loud!

If they knew there was only one gunsmith's wife in the walled city, more people would die!

This street is less than 400 meters southwest of the walled city. If this message can be sent to Guangling, it will stop.

etc! Wait a moment!

"Hey! Ron?"

At this moment, at this very moment, the Chapter's patrol happened to pass through this street.

The team leader took out his cigarette case, squeezed into the crowd, and said hello to Ron the Ghost Arm.

"Hey, the person in charge of the precinct?" Ron was a little nervous. He had revealed his weapon. He was taking out a firearm in public, which was against the rules.

The patrol squad leader first showed his regimental badge and then started fighting with Ron.

"It's nothing. This area has received too many complaints recently. We have to come and take a look."

"Oh" Sand Eagle's gun never left the prisoner's head, Mr. Ron took the officer's cigarette——

——Once upon a time, the leader of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult and the regional war group were incompatible with each other. Now, under the management of the White Shark Society, they can actually chat peacefully in a candy shop.

Team leader: "Did you catch this guy?"

Ron: "Sir, are you going to take him away?"

Team leader: "No, no, no, take care of your people yourself. Don't kill people in public. It will have a bad impact."

Ron: "Actually, this guy is quite brave, but he doesn't really want to live anymore."

Captain: "Then why don't you change places? There are still children watching."

Ron immediately became angry: "So many people have died in my territory and my war gang, I must give an account to my brothers!"

Squad leader: "Why take his life?"

"As long as he is willing to speak and tell how many anonymous people have come to Oolong City, it's such a simple matter!" Ron immediately became innocent and helpless: "Sir, think about it for yourself, is this the truth? As long as you move If he keeps his mouth shut, he can live a life of great wealth!"

The squad leader immediately kicked the prisoner——

"—Be smart!"

At this time, the young man who was caught had begun to doubt his life. It seemed that Guangling could not protect him even if he stopped.

There were whispers in the patrol team that they all had their own agenda. After the gunsmith died, the war group was also paying attention to the Oolong Walled City. They also wanted to know how many anonymous people came to the walled city, what was the scale of this clearing operation, and what was the normal and normal time? Soldiers with connections in the war gang had to pack up their bags and run away in advance. The wavering fence-sitters want to see who wins and whom they help.

"You're smart, you fucking big-blooded bitch! I'll fuck you!" The young man was kind to Ron, but instead he yelled at the members of the regiment who had stopped in Guangling: "Do you have any intention! These bastards are going to be gathered together The city executed me! In front of these kids! You're a warrior!"

"Do you still have a conscience! Is a person like you worthy of Guangling Zhixi's battle group emblem!"

"Bullshit! You have to die!"

[Part②What a ruthless gun]

"boom!---"

The sound of gunfire separated the bustling crowd, causing people to run away in fear.

Ron thought his firearm had misfired, but the patrols of the war group turned into turtles. Looking at the prisoners, they also looked shocked. They shook their heads vigorously and finally realized that their necks and brains were intact.

So who got shot?

The squad leader of the patrol looked at the nameplate on his chest in disbelief. The bullet cracked the regiment emblem, but did not penetrate the nameplate and landed on the body armor.

The scene was chaotic, but no one found the gunman.

"Alert! Stay alert!"

There was a child, no more than five or six years old, holding a toy gun and pointing at Ron the Ghost Arm, as if he was playing a game of beating up bad guys. The colorful sound and light toys in his hand rang.

"boom!---"

Ron also wanted to take advantage of the chaos to smash the prisoner's head. When he pulled the trigger with his finger, he felt the huge force causing the muzzle of the gun to deflect. The sand eagle pointed at the patrol team and splashed out a lot of bullet fragments! It seemed that bullets collided in mid-air and hit the patrols. The hot shrapnel cut through the Kevlar body armor and cut open the flesh on the face and body!

"Ron! What the hell are you doing!" the patrol captain cursed as he was about to exit the alley: "You have eaten the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard?! You want to end the feud with Guangling?! You don't want to live anymore?! "

"It's not me! No! Is there a killer?! There is a killer!" Ron explained quickly, but there was a fatal sense of crisis urging him to flee to a safe place!

He didn't care about the last hit, and it was too late to give the prisoner one last shot——

——The little doll in the candy house next door still held the toy gun and pulled the trigger on the panicked gang members.

The strange electric music of the sound and light toys sounds, and deadly bullets fly from the chaotic environment!

Just for a moment! Just one breath!

Fourteen deadly bullets took away the lives of all the war gang thugs present. The Tianling Caps flew up one by one and penetrated through the forehead. The huge energy brought by the bullets blasted the scalp hair and bones together.

Plasma dyed the facades of two candy shops red! Brother Ron finally recalled the fear that was engraved in his bones!

Such exquisite shooting skills! Such terrifying positioning ability! Such overbearing killing efficiency! this.

He had no time to think too much and was about to escape into the candy house! Gonna slip out the back door!

Time slowed down at that moment! He propped up his arms and used the strong beast essence to protect his head, and saw sparks rising from the stone platform next to the counter in front of the store!

That's a flexible steel-core bullet bouncing on a solid concrete platform. It's an incredible ricochet technology!

The bullet was refracted and hit his face! The beating made his legs tremble. Since the kinetic energy of the refracted bullet could not kill this powerful blood-giving unit, this attack turned into a long torture!

He hid against the wall, only to feel that his arms were being hit by heavy punches. There were pieces of rotten flesh on his face, and his eyes could not see clearly. In order to survive, he had to continue to avoid the blind spots of shooting and ricochet!

But the pain never stops! The bullet is like the goddess of revenge, chasing him to the ends of the earth!

Without the ricochet angle, Ron felt another kind of pain!

The continuous blast of gunfire made him dizzy, and he saw the steel bars of the concrete wall exposed. Another fourteen shots blasted open the wall, followed by radial metal jets splashing along the steel bars. out!

The bullet immediately fell apart when it hit a hard object, turning into hot fragments like sword energy, cutting sharp horizontal lines on the soft wall! It was like a knife, slashing hard on Ron's arm!

The tables and chairs in the room, the candy vending machine, and the rubber mat on the cashier counter are all covered with scars left by sword energy and bullet fragments. Every time a gunshot is fired, two shining silver slashes are left. .

Ghost Arm Ron's head and arms were bleeding profusely. He gasped for breath and finally rolled and crawled away into the warehouse. The gunshots also stopped. It seemed that there were no follow-up attacks!

He was scared to death. These bullets seemed to have eyes, locking him tightly and spraying firepower at different angles and in different ways. He recognized these ammunition, which were just ordinary pistol bullets, 7.62*25mm Toka. Lev Pst steel core pistol cartridges.

What a ruthless gun! Only one person can achieve this kind of positioning ability and this kind of terrifying shooting skills!

Is it a gunsmith? Isn't he dead? Or do gunsmith students also have this ability?

He was in shock and hid in the warehouse in embarrassment to check his injuries. His face was torn apart by more than fifty bullets, and his hands were full of bullet holes. Only ten of his eighteen fingers were left! It’s time to start a new life!

Ron didn't dare to stay and crawled out of the back door. He was about to take out his cell phone and report the bad news to Manager Todd.

As soon as his head popped out of the door, he was caught off guard by the sudden feeling of weightlessness——

——The phone fell to the ground along with the fingers.

In a flash of cold light, the kitchen knife split open the neck and cell phone. Before the head could fall, a warm hand wearing a leather glove grabbed it and tightly grasped the hair.

Ron's consciousness stayed for three point seven seconds, which is the time that the brain nerves are still active after decapitation.

He saw a mask in the toy store, black and white, a clown mask from playing cards.

The cold-blooded killer in front of him was like a devil descending. He was holding a bloody kitchen knife in one hand, and let go of Tokarev with the other hand. Before the pistol even hit the ground, it grabbed Ron's head. He didn't even have time to shout. Killed instantly!

The young man who had been captured was still kneeling at the front door. The whole thing happened so fast that he didn't have time to stand up.

A mysterious passenger walked out of the store. He seemed to have just gotten off the train. There was still the stench from the water room on the 9:30 morning train. It was the smell of fast food and sweat mixed with his body after a long journey. gas.

The tourist, wearing a clown mask, put down Ron's head and picked up the kitchen knife and gun.

The young man wanted to say something, but just as he opened his mouth——

——The tourist climbed up to the eaves and disappeared into the intricate buildings and alleys in a few leaps.