Chapter 178 An Unscientific Railgun

Lying on her husband's body that was gradually losing temperature, the woman desperately tried to warm him with her own body temperature and save his dying life.

"I love you."

"No, don't, I won't let you go." Big teardrops slipped from the woman's cheeks and dripped onto the blood-soaked padded jacket.

"Feel sorry"

"I don't want your apology, I don't want it" The heart-piercing cry failed to retain the gradually cooling body temperature.

Averting his eyes from the two, Locke looked at his colleague in confusion, not understanding what he meant.

"It's too boring to kill directly, buddy, you haven't realized the essence of torture." Wang Ping patted him on the shoulder old-fashionedly, and grinned.

"Oh?" Locke raised his eyebrows and stuffed the gun into his arms, "You come."

Wang Ping took the gun, smiled grimly, ignored the woman who was looking at him angrily and timidly, and turned to look at the crowd.

"Pigs, listen to me. Now, whoever comes up and fucks her, I will set him free."

The crowd was commotion, but no one stepped forward.

Locke looked at his colleagues in puzzlement. He didn't understand the meaning of watching two humans mating.

That's right, "two". In the eyes of mutants, human beings are just domestic animals. In addition to being hindered by the sporadic remaining memories, they will not eat human flesh and blood like cannibals, and they will not be stingy with all cruelty, just to obtain pleasure from howling humans.

"Is there no one? If I remember correctly, this woman is not bad in your aesthetics." Wang Ping said slowly, holding a rifle.

"What's the point of that?" Locke asked confused.

"Of course. Learn, man. There are plenty of ways to tap into their desperation besides killing people."

Wang Ping smiled ferociously, licked his dry lips, and looked at the woman who was watching him shrink back in horror.

"Lying on the still-cold bones of my husband, under the eyes of my son, being bullied by countless people. How hopeless the expression will be. Just thinking about it makes people excited. The meaning of civilization, Isn't it just to bloom that moment of brilliance under the savage rubbing? Hahahaha"

The wanton laughter was deafening,

It even shook the pine snow on the branches. sent several kilometers away.

Locke stared blankly at the morbid smile on his colleague's face, and then an expression of excitement appeared on his face.

"**, you are simply a genius, oh no, you must have been an artist in your lifetime, devil."

"Who knows?" He smiled. Wang Ping pointed his gun at the man closest to him, "You, go fuck her."

The man swallowed, gritted his teeth, and said daringly.

"I can not do it."

boom

Falling to the ground like a piece of paper, the man's face maintained the expression of resistance in his life, and there was still a touch of disbelief that hadn't had time to change.

"Next." Wang Ping smiled and aimed the gun at the middle-aged man behind the man who was clutching his bleeding arm.

Trembling, the middle-aged man took two steps forward. But in the end, he fell to his knees on the ground.

"I"

boom

Wang Ping didn't give him a chance to beg for nonsense, and directly shot his head off.

Red and white splashed all over the ground, even onto the people behind him.

Wang Ping raised his chin and pointed at the next person.

Perhaps stimulated by the tragedy of the previous person, the third person just hesitated, walked tremblingly, and ran to the woman with his head buried.

"Sorry, please forgive me." His eyes gleamed, the man didn't dare to look at the expression on the woman's face, and reached out to her collar cruelly.

"No. Don't." The woman's eyes widened in despair.

However, the man ignored her desperate struggle, completely abandoned the reserve and dignity that civilization should have, and pressed her down on the corpse that was gradually losing temperature.

He comforted himself desperately in his heart, if he didn't do this. he will die. It was not his intention to do so.

Wang Ping watched the man's actions with satisfaction. The joy of crushing civilization with his own hands almost made him tremble with excitement. Locke, who was standing aside and studying, also widened his eyes. He has only become a mutant for less than two years, and this is the first time he has seen this way of obtaining pleasure other than violence.

Wang Ping raised his gun. Pointing to the next person, he was about to speak when he heard the exclamation of the sentinel.

"What's that?" The mutant with the rifle raised his head and pointed to the black spot in the sky.

Frowning, Wang Ping looked up to the sky: "What?"

boom

Mixed with thick smoke, the snow rolled up on the flat ground like an avalanche, and splashed towards the crowd.

Staggered by the air waves, people dropped the cement bags and steel bars in their hands in panic, or fled to nearby bunkers, or fell to the ground.

The mutants with rifles didn't stop them, because their situation was also not very optimistic.

"Damn, what is that"

Getting up from the ground, Wang Ping looked at the thick smoke more than ten meters away in horror, and hoped to look at the sky.

The bloodthirsty pupils constricted, and a rare hint of fear appeared.

"A direct hit."

The report of the ground sniper came from the ear. Since it is organized among the crew, Jiang Chen can naturally share the communication channel of the crew.

"Nice shot," Jiang Chen said with a grin, and gave the gunner a thumbs up.

The strong wind blew against the door of the cabin, and the orange chemical protective suit rattled in the cold wind. The gunner wearing the anti-radiation mask turned his head, nodded vigorously to express his gratitude to Jiang Chen's praise, and then picked up the 10kg-class mass bomb from the side without stopping, and sent it into the magazine fiercely, and the coil began to charge. able.

At this moment, Jiang Chen is holding a tablet in his hand, and the flickering screen on the tablet is the entire battlefield. The camera located at the bottom of the helicopter fully presents the bird's-eye view in front of his eyes as the commander.

Those green dots lurking three kilometers away from the town are the light infantry of the Fishbone base. Five Jaegers lay sideways behind the building's bunker, only revealing the carriage carrying the Type 50 electromagnetic gun. The carriage was covered with a white tarpaulin, which made the carriage blend with the snow scene behind it, leaving only the black gun barrel.

The red dots in the distance are naturally enemy units marked by snipers, while the gray dots are civilians.

And the billowing thick smoke was the truck that was destroyed by the aerial gun just now. The quadruple anti-aircraft machine gun installed on the truck had not had time to unleash its firepower before it was blasted into iron slag by the preemptive strike.

The mutants who lost their air defenses fled.

And Jiang Chen looked down on all of this.

It's almost like playing a game.

By the way, this command system tied to the bottom camera of the helicopter is Yao Yao's masterpiece.

"Isn't the meaning of the existence of civilization to sanction barbarism?"

As if in response to the clamor, Jiang Chen muttered to himself.

Now that the god of death has arrived on the battlefield, I invite you scum to die.

Looking down at the fleeing figure on the screen with cold eyes, he poked his finger at the red dot on the screen.

buzz

The triangular cannon barrel flickered with faint blue electric light, and slowly retreated with the ear-piercing buzzing sound.

The orange-red arc blasted towards the ground, and the detonation of the cannonball piercing through the sound barrier almost overwhelmed the howling north wind. To be continued.

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