King Snake General of Pirates

The captain of the first team clenched his sword and slashed it towards the head with a fierce and fierce aura, as if he had no intention of giving Hal a chance to survive.

Hal raised his eyes and glanced. He suddenly felt very depressed for some unknown reason. He didn't want to tangle with the opponent anymore. He made a fist with his right hand, covered with snake scales, and struck hard casually.

Judging from his current strength, this punch is enough to smash the big knife in the opponent's hand, and even kill the thin young man in the air with just his remaining strength.

But the result was beyond his expectation.

I saw the thin young man standing in mid-air with a sneer on his lips. His body unexpectedly turned out of common sense and turned in a strange arc. After sheathing the knife, he directly avoided Hal's ferocious attack.

"Humph, you think I'm just like those losers. I'm really looked down upon by you."

Unlike other captains who like to attack with guns, he is best at swords, so his strength and combat experience far exceed those of other captains. In the past, he was proud enough to face ordinary people.

After dodging Hal's attack, he raised his knife again and was about to chop Hal on the back of the head. I believed that the opponent would not be able to react from this angle.

"It's nothing more than that." A slight sarcastic whisper came out of his mouth.

But at this moment...

Hal slapped him on the face with his backhand, making a huge slap mark. At the same time, he grabbed his head with his left hand and pressed it to the ground, rubbing it for tens of meters, leaving a long and ferocious blood mark.

Finally, he cut his throat with a knife.

The whole set of movements is done in one go, without any extraneous waste.

The emaciated young man didn't even realize what was happening. When he did, he was already lying on the ground dying, with the back of his brain numb and unconscious, and his body twitching involuntarily.

Blood sprayed all over the place.

At this time, Hal had already left here far away, killing people temporarily. He didn't have time to look for the photos, so he didn't stay.

Only the thin young man was left lying on the ground like a corpse, his eyes gradually dimmed, and he murmured: "Why, why..."

This siege, which was not considered a siege, finally ended in such a dramatic ending. The time from beginning to end was so short that even some unaware people did not know what happened.

The civilians who came to the streets after hearing the gunfire only saw gangsters running around the city, and stopped running after a while.

Then some people died while running.

The death was miserable, their throats were cut with a knife, and blood spurted everywhere.

Fortunately, the cold weather quickly froze it, so there wasn't much of a smell of blood.

This matter was dropped. After everything calmed down and the gang gradually discovered something and stopped deploying in the city, Hal returned to the inner city from the outer city.

Silena's plan was originally tailored to her own and Matthew's subordinates. They had weak combat capabilities, so they planned to kill one or two people every day to attract Balk's attention and attract his troops.

That would not have caused such a big commotion at all.

But Hal's fighting power was too strong, and he also controlled himself so that he could kill dozens of people in one day, otherwise he would have massacred the city in a few days.

Therefore, the execution of Silena's plan for Hal was a bit... fast.

It was faster than Silena expected.

It was so fast that Hal sometimes felt bored and didn't know what to do.

Just like at this moment, he avoided the crowd and walked leisurely in the deserted alleys, thinking about how long it would take to kill him.

Silena did not make this clear, she only said that she wanted Balk to notice this place and attract his troops here.

I thought I couldn't kill them all.

The face beneath the mask smiled.

At this time, bursts of whispering sounds came from my ears.

Hal looked up and saw that another alley not far away was full of people. He felt that this alley looked familiar, so he walked closer.

In the crowd, men, women and children gathered around a dilapidated room, shaking their heads and clicking their tongues with pity.

Several older women couldn't help covering their faces and sobbing when they saw the miserable scene in the room.

"God damn you, you are really worse than a beast!"

"Don't these sons of bitches have any heart? Are they all bastards crawling out of the doghouse!!!"

"Poor, poor that child..."

Some people can't stand it anymore, and they keep yelling and yelling in anger. Maybe only in this way can they feel better.

Some people just cried silently, their eyes turning red again and again.

But no matter where you are, under what circumstances, there will always be people who gossip.

There was a man in the crowd with a sly eyebrow. He didn't dare to speak when everyone was in a mood. When someone calmed down, he rolled his little eyes and said jokingly: "I heard that this incident seems to be because of There is a man hiding in her home."

Sure enough, several older women glared at him fiercely, and one of them gritted his teeth and said:

"What inhuman nonsense are you talking about? Her husband just died less than half a year ago. How could she hide someone at home? What's more, if there are children at home, are they still human?"

The man didn't get angry after being choked, and said instead: "I just saw it and mentioned it casually. If you don't want to hear it, I won't say anything."

The older woman saw that he had surrendered and did not continue to scold him. However, when he said this, she seemed to have a reaction in her heart, but she couldn't cry anymore.

Gradually, there were no more people in the crowd crying for the tragic situation in the room.

Most people just watched silently, and some people began to think about it, wondering whether what the man with the sinister eyebrows said was true, after all, he said he saw it.

You can't just make nonsense, then you really are not a human being.

Finally, someone couldn't help it anymore and asked what the specific situation was.

The sinister-looking man wanted to share, but when he saw the women staring at him, he replied as if he was afraid: "Hey, I don't dare to talk nonsense, or someone will beat me."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Who will come to beat you? We are all neighbors."

Seeing that the sinister-looking man was still hiding his secrets, someone sighed: "Oh, it's so pitiful, so pitiful. I have to be slandered even after I die. I'm afraid I won't be reconciled to it even after I die. Maybe I'll find someone who gossips at night." The people with roots are gone.”

"Looking for me? Don't look for me. Don't look for me. I really saw it."

The man with sinister eyebrows and rat eyes was very timid. When he heard these words, his face changed with fright, and he waved his hands repeatedly at the woman's corpse in the room:

"Don't look for me. I didn't peek on purpose. I was just passing by. I happened to see the man with the ghost mask knocking down a gangster and killing someone before escaping. I don't know if he is a man. A man is You guessed it, he’s very tall, that’s right.”

"Are you telling the truth? The man with the ghost mask?" Some people began to wonder whether this person existed, ignoring his "guessing" words.

Others also looked at the man with sinister eyebrows and rat-like eyes. Before he could speak, they heard another woman say: "There is indeed such a person today, wearing a scary mask and running wildly on the street. What I thought he was doing, turns out to be..."

She pointed toward the room, her meaning obvious.

Someone came forward to testify, and now people who had doubts began to believe that such a person existed, and that he hid in this house and escaped.

As for why the gang wanted to arrest that person, they didn't think about it, they only thought about ethical matters.

After a long silence, someone changed his sad expression and sneered: "Such a person deserves to die."

When one person takes the lead, there will be an endless stream of people who follow him with abuse.

"That's right. Fortunately, I shed tears for her just now. It really blinded me."

"Poor, so pathetic."

Suddenly an uncoordinated voice appeared, and everyone looked at the woman who said this, and asked in confusion: "After all this, do you still feel sorry for her?"

The woman shook her head: "I'm not saying she is pitiful, but the child is pitiful. What's wrong with the child? He falls into such a family and has such a mother. Fortunately, he won't grow up, otherwise he will definitely be educated to become a criminal in the future. "

This woman was harsh in her words, but she was even more vicious than the others. She even made baseless speculations about the babbling child in public, but she had forgotten that she was the one who cried the most just now.

The men and women in the crowd pointed at the bodies that were getting colder in the room. They all forgot that just a few minutes ago they were fighting for women and children and scolding gangsters.

Just one word or a misunderstanding can lead to two completely different attitudes.

The ugliness of human nature is vividly displayed outside this small room.

Fortunately, women and children couldn't hear it, otherwise they would have been so helpless and painful facing so many people's unfounded accusations and abuses.

It is the existence of demons that makes people feel that death is a relief.

Gradually, some people felt that they should not waste their time on such a person, so they left.

The crowd dispersed, leaving only a young man standing at the back.

His face was already full of tears, his eyes were bloodshot, and his clenched teeth made his face look a little ferocious.

He suppressed a cry.

He resisted the urge to scold these ignorant people.

He was holding it back.

Because he knows that the person who is wrong is himself, not them.

If he had not walked through this door, neither the woman nor the child would have died.

The tremendous force of clenching his teeth caused blood to flow from the corners of his mouth, and blood gurgled out when he opened his mouth.

Too long too long.

He hadn't been hurt like this in too long.

This wound does not fall on the body, but exists in the heart.

The injury was so painful that it penetrated to the bone marrow, so painful that it woke him up.

Sin is like a tarsal maggot, it must be washed away by killing!

He put on the ghost face mask again, turned into an evil ghost, and turned around to leave.