Chapter 122 Resistance

Sitting in the office's large and comfortable high-back leather chair, McKeener's eyes, which are as disgusting as lizards, unabashedly released naked greed and desire.

The exquisitely crafted black wool suit shows that he has wealth and status that ordinary people cannot match. He is tall and has broad shoulders, but the thinner the lower the downwards. His thin waist is disproportionate to the overall situation. His feet are pitifully small, his leather shoes are very bright, and the flat-folded chest pocket is inserted with a flower made of white silk squid on the surface of his two small black beards, and thick radiant oil is applied to the hair combed back. Perhaps it is a family inheritance or natural defect. Eyes as small as black beards will always make people involuntarily associate him with mice.

As a side branch of the Luton family, McGee felt that it was actually a matter of course to be able to sit in the position of manager of Emma Branch.

Although Bergson is vicious, he is not a nepotist or idiot in terms of company profits. If Gliffiz had not done anything that touched his intolerable bottom line, it would not be McGee's turn to be the manager of Emma City.

In the Luton family, 36-year-old McGee is considered smart and capable. He is actually very business-minded and business-oriented. Otherwise, he would not have been the top supervisor of the North Mines for six years.

The transfer of power in Emma City is not as difficult as imagined. Gliffiz has a good reputation in this city. Mercenaries and foreign traders like this fat man who looks kind and polite to others, but this does not mean that Sosbia completely lost control of Emma City. In this era, only recognizes fists and strength. Although Gliffiz is very good at managing and has many secrets of his own. However, without obtaining the same strong strength as Sosbia, Emma City's subordinates will only recognize the headquarters.

Maybe it was because he had been in a mine in the northern region for too long, or because he wanted to show his unique majesty to his strange subordinates. McGee Luton decided to put his own mark on this huge city with a population of tens of thousands.

Dozens of mercenaries in black uniforms squeezed the corridor of the office on the third floor. They fought desperately to approach the door of the room, and their faces showed an urgent and desire-filled excitement. Although the door was closed, they were still waiting on both sides. Several particularly strong guys waved their arms to block the left and right and suddenly squeezed the people in front of them away, roaring unscrupulously like greedy wild bears: "Who the fuck dares to rob me, I will punch his shit out of my mouth--"

In the spacious office, Elena and a dozen terrified girls hugged in the corner.

With his legs raised and his expression leisurely shaking the attractive red wine in his goblet, McGee raised his little finger with his left hand and used his slender nails to smooth the carefully trimmed beard on his lips. His sharp eyes passed through the gap between the wall of the cup and the middle of his fingers, like a predator snake, and were circling on beautiful faces with fear expressions.

He had just sucked "Jet" (drugs), and his excited nerves were in urgent need of release.

The girl was young and beautiful. She looked at McGee tremblingly, her eyes full of pleading and despair, and her body shrank desperately into the crowd.

"No, no, please! Don't throw me out. Please--" The girl shook her head desperately, and the expression on her face was almost at the verge of collapse.

McGee looked at her with compassion, suddenly stretched out his hands, grabbed her hair roughly, and dragged the girl savagely to the desk amid the painful wailing sounds. He grabbed her top and thrust her thin uniform into two pieces. McGee didn't seem to be very interested in this, and he tightened the girl's shoulder and turned back, pushing her whole person against the table.

With a sharp breath, McGee's cold face also showed an excited flush. Suddenly, he grabbed the girl's hair, pulled the crying face hard at him, and slapped a crisp slap in the face, and shouted angrily: "Damn it! It's fucking and tight, not even the most basic reaction at all--"

As he said that, he walked to the door angrily and opened the door. Looking at the mercenaries waiting outside the door, he pointed to the girl sank at the desk. The mercenaries with their eyes full of fanaticism immediately rushed in and dragged the girl out.

"You, come out-"

Unexpectedly, Elena acted extremely calm. She tidied her hair in her ears and walked out of the crowd with light steps, standing in the middle of the room with a cold and plain expression on her face.

"Take off your clothes—" McGee's voice was dull and slow, as if she was talking about something ordinary.

Elena smiled faintly, her slender and smooth hand reached into the pocket of her shirt and took out a small and delicate PPK pistol. The black and cold muzzle was pointing at McGee's head.

"For the sake of yours, Lord Bergson's cousin, don't force me-" Her voice was very light and clear.

"There are only seven bullets in that pistol. It's not wise to do this." McGee lazily approached and looked at her disdainfully: "Kill me, those guys outside will let you know what life is worse than death. Girl, listen to me carefully, and I promise to give you special treatment."

"Sorry, no one can touch me-"

Elena gritted her teeth, held the butt tightly with her hands, and her smooth facial skin turned red from anger and excitement. She said word by word: "I have my own man. I'll say it again last, don't force me-"

McGee was stunned, and then a strange smile appeared on his face. He covered his stomach, bent over, and laughed so hard that he was out of breath. His hearty and wild laughter quickly turned into a violent breath like an asthma patient. After a long time, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and cursed with heavy and heavy panting that was almost suffocating, saying, "Man? Do you think you are an amazing chaste woman? I don't know how many men have fucked you, bitch! Slut! I admit that your asking price is indeed higher than others. This is the reason you reject me? I don't know what method Gliffiz used to satisfy you in bed, but the fat pig is over. Now the city is up to me. If you don't want to be starved to death, if you don't want to take off your clothes like those corpses hanging on wooden poles outside--"

"Enough-"

Elena's petite body was trembling violently, and she was crying like crazy, saying, "Don't force me--"

McGee shook her head in deaf ears, moving closer and closer with a mockery and arrogant tone: "Go onto the table and take out all your abilities to let me see. If you..."

"Bang-Bang-Bang-Bang-"

Elena roared hysterically, her beautiful wavy long hair fluttered like a snake on the head of a witch (Medusa). Her tears were wide open, and her soft and gentle face showed the hideousness and cold blood of the cannibal.

A faint white smoke floated out of the hot muzzle.

No matter how exciting the excitement of "Jet" is, it is far less intense than the feeling of being destroyed by the gender symbol.

She knew her origin - a woman in the wilderness could have children at the age of twelve. Under the cruel environment and reality, even young children knew what sex was.

McGee is a cruel guy. What he needs is not just to satisfy the simple venting of women's physical body. He needs to establish his own circle of dominance in Emma City. Not only female employees in the branch office were raped and killed, but even male employees who had a slight affection for Gliffiz were no exception. He brought his own guards from the headquarters. The original alert personnel in Emma City were either broken up and reorganized or forcibly fired. Just yesterday, he even ordered the cessation of drug supply and treatment for Locke.

His purpose is very simple - to use the most brutal and barbaric way to eliminate all traces left by Gliffiz. Using violence, high pressure and cruel means, everyone can accept and agree with the new way of domination.

This is normal and understandable. The radiation world originally only recognizes the strong.

If it were before, the only thing Elena could do was to accept all this silently. She had no evolutionary ability or special abilities. Although she was a senior assistant to the branch manager, she was still an ordinary woman.

Even she herself couldn't tell why she liked Lin Xiang. Her tall and handsome appearance? Her good quality of self-discipline? Or was her slightly melancholy but full of confidence in her eyes? Many times, Elena could only hide in the corner quietly and secretly look at the man. She looked at him and smiled, frowned, and looked at his developed and solid muscles. She even had the urge to pounce on her and bite her hard.

She knew she was not worthy of this man, but she just couldn't control herself and liked him, missed him, and loved him. This was a very strange and seemingly natural process. After all, in this cruel world, the word "love" is equivalent to stupidity, idiot, fool. The most basic survival principle of the radiation era is exchange. A beautiful woman can exchange her body for safety, food, water, living places and even everything. As for the so-called "love"... what can she change to?

Lin Xiang's existence made her feel the precious warmth in the darkness and coldness.

She knew that McGee would not let herself go. Beautiful in a world without rules and laws is a fatal temptation in itself. Before putting ppk in your pocket, Elena never even thought of going against Sosbia or killing McGee. She just wanted the other party to retreat, let herself go, and keep the little bit of whiteness and dignity left in the subconscious of the brain, and keep the whiteness and dignity that remained in the subconscious of the brain, and the man she loved...

The harsh gunfire and screams of hoarseness finally attracted the attention of the mercenaries waiting outside the door.

"boom--"

Amid the violent impact, the strong iron-packed wooden door panel was smashed to pieces. More than a dozen strong men in black military trousers and sweatshirts rushed in. The shocking scenes in the room made them stagnate first, and then they immediately took out close weapons such as daggers or pistols, quickly forming an irregular circle, and surrounding the girl who was shivering in the corner of the wall and Elena.

"Save the boss quickly-"

A mercenary who seemed to be in the head, tall and strong muscles strode forward. When facing the onlookers next to him issued an order, he stared at Elena in anger and roared like a giant beast: "Stupid bitch, you dare to put such heavy hands. I think you are impatient."

"Don't come here."

Elena struggled to stand up from the ground, wiping the tears from her face, and raising the gun in her hand again.

A cruel smile appeared on the mercenary's face, and he raised his strong and round arms, took out a large imitation "python" pistol from his waist, and flexibly turned the gun between his fingers, aiming the muzzle with a dazzling metal light at Elena's towering chest. With a scorching gaze and a lewd look, he subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips: "Do you want to compare who can shoot faster? I have level five enhancement ability. As long as your fingers move slightly, I can immediately shoot that beautiful little pistol away. I would like to advise you not to do stupid things."

Elena leaned against the hard wall, her slightly trembling body did not move. She bit her soft lower lip tightly, and looked at the group of men who were as rough as wild beasts and eagerly wanted to pounce on her to tear her clothes through the gap between the hair hanging from her head.

"It is not a good habit for women to play with guns. Take the initiative and take off your clothes yourself. I promise you will make you feel comfortable-" The mercenary's words attracted a burst of excited laughter in the crowd.

Suddenly, an inexplicable strange smile appeared on Elena's cold face. She stretched out her slender fingers and took out a fist-sized anti-infantry grenade from the pocket of her clothes on the other side. She slowly raised it to her mouth and clenched the ring-shaped latch with her bright and white teeth.
Chapter completed!