Section 162: Punishment

The heavy machine guns set up on the top of a six-story building on the south side of the street were roaring wildly, pouring out dense rain of bullets. The elite troops stationed in Liujin City were stationed there, and their reaction speed and shooting accuracy were greater than those of ordinary soldiers. The condescending terrain advantages immediately played a role. Several unexpected mercenaries were beaten into blood on the spot, and the attacking teams distributed in other directions were also suppressed and unable to move.

Yang Hua, with a gloomy face, shouted angrily, bent over, jumped up from the ground like a quick cheetah, rushed into the second floor window of the building at a shocking speed, and quickly went up along the broken stairs. A few seconds later, his figure had appeared on the top of the six-story building. The soldiers with horror were about to turn their guns, but their throats were stuck by his steel-pliers, throwing them high from the rooftop like throwing a sandbag, bursting out in the air with shrill screams.

"Intensify firepower suppression, snipers block the firepower points on the opposite side, and knock down all these damn guys-"

As the captain of the duty team in Yinyue City, Cobert shrank behind the truck, holding a ssg3000 sniper rifle aimed at the heavy machine gun on the top of the chest base on the opposite side, and gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger hard.

The permanent fortification group on the side suddenly lit up several flames, followed by a pillar of fire rising into the sky, and the thunderous explosion shocked people's fragile eardrums. Balls of fireballs rose to the sky one after another, and large rocks flew up with thick smoke. Under the light of the fire, the soldiers stationed nearby Liujincheng were all showing fearful expressions - they did not expect that these mercenaries who had fought fiercely all night had such sufficient ammunition reserves.

"It's a mortar. Hurry up, knock down their shelling positions--"

With the angrily shouting, several officers holding assault rifles and whose strength was significantly higher than ordinary soldiers jumped out of the bunker, and a group of soldiers equipped with bulletproof armor followed closely and rushed towards the direction of the mortars arranged behind several buildings.

"Da da da da da da--".

The dull gunshot sounded like a storm, and a puff of bullets flew over at an astonishing high speed. The multi-tube machine gun held by Yarman in his hand spit out a one-meter-long flame tongue, pouring out the bullet rain at a speed of thousands of rounds a minute. The violent fat man was carrying an amazing ammunition box on his shoulders, and the huge weight obviously had no effect on his burly body as fleshy as a mountain. He bared his teeth, and the hot gun flames reflected the face full of flesh more and more ferociously. The sweeping bullet rain knocked the two officers rushing towards him into the air. The rest of the followers could only find cover temporarily, curled up with their bodies and shrank behind the wreckage of the vehicle or the broken wall, allowing this crazy guy to abuse him.

Lin Xiang skillfully climbed over the roadblock made of triangular steel frames, jumped into a machine gun position piled up with sandbags, and had just been arranged. The assault rifle mouth held in his hand sprayed out hexagonal flames, instantly knocking down the five soldiers guarding the fortifications to the ground.

The machine guns on both sides immediately turned in this direction, and the four-dragged bullets flew past the top of the sand pile. Lin Xiang lowered his body, took off several anti-infantry grenades from the surface of the corpse that was still twisting in pain, pulled out the pull-up rings, and gently threw them towards the chest pile that was only tens of meters away with each other with a devilish smile.

"boom--"

A large ball of flames rushed into the sky with the rolling smoke, and the scattered human flesh fell from the air. A raging fire rose from behind the chest of the reinforced concrete structure. The choking smoke smell was mixed with a stinking stinking smell of human flesh.

The dense gunfire around gradually began to scatter, and painful howls came from the building complex and fortifications from time to time. Several Liujincheng soldiers with flames were burning all over the ground in pain. As the defensive party, they had an absolute advantage in number and terrain. Compared with the comprehensive evolutionary strength of the personnel of the "Vulture Mercenary Group", soldiers who had generally received reinforcement and improvement were equally strong, but they did not have strong guides like Lin Xiang or Yang Hua. In this small-scale battle of hundreds of people, two parasitists were enough to control the entire battle situation.

Facing the thick smoke and black and red flames, Lin Xiang pulled out the magazine of the assault rifle to shoot the empty shot, took out a new one from the side of his pocket, pulled up the bolt with his lining, looked at the Central Building of Liujincheng, which was shrouded in the morning light in the distance, and showed a cruel sneer on his lips, and said calmly to himself: "Doing, you must pay the price--"

...

The ground floor of the Bank Building in Liujincheng North District is a huge and spacious space.

Following the steps paved with bluestone, you can see a special passage with dense anti-slip chutes passing through the stunning underground parking lot. One end of the road connects the exit to the ground, and the other end directly penetrates the wall surface with an all-steel door with a width of more than five meters.

In the old days, this place was a vault with a large number of guards and tightly guarded areas.

Now, the doors on both sides of the warehouse are open, and several mottled-surfaced cars are lying quietly in the corner, covered with a thick layer of oil slurry and dust. Close to the edge of the wall, dense glass fragments are scattered. A ray of sunlight shines down from the tilted rotating outlet, reflecting a dazzling blazing whiteness by them.

When you walk into the warehouse, you can immediately feel the trembling and chill coming to your face. The two pieces overlap each other, and the plastic film plates hanging from the top of the room block the hot and cold air, forming a clear temperature difference between inside and outside the house. The ventilation fan installed on the side of the wall rotates slowly, filling in fresh air, and also taking away the stagnant mold and blood in the room.

The interior of the room is very spacious, with an area of ​​nearly 1,000 square meters. Along the walls, hundreds of single iron beds with pulleys at the bottom are placed in sequence. Most of them are rusted. On the bed frames painted with white paint, the vague red cross patterns can be vaguely identified. This shows that they are all ancient objects left over from the old era.

There were people lying on every bed, without a bedding, no cushion, and the naked skin contacted each other with the cold and hard metal bed frame. No one complained, no one expressed dissatisfaction with this, and no one would directly resist or even leave.

They are all dead.

The corpse cannot speak, and it is even more impossible to move.

Dozens of men with body shapes and proportions in accordance with the standard golden section were busy in the room. They arranged in neat formations, followed the passage in the middle of the iron bed, entered the opposite cold storage in sequence, carried out a series of cold and hard corpses covered with white frost, held their hands and feet and placed the empty bed frames, and slowly pushed them out, and arranged them one by one according to the rectangular grids pre-drawn with white paint on the ground.

The cold storage was filled with dead bodies, stacked layer by layer, and their dark faces still maintained the surprise and fear of death. The bodies were well preserved, and there was no missing part except for the fatal wounds left on the surface of the body.

Sutland Walker, wearing a black coat, stood in front of the operating table on the left side of the room, took out a round glass petri dish from the constant temperature box, stretched out his five fingers wearing rubber gloves, and gently lifted the cloth film covering the surface of the dish, revealing a slightly red gelatinous jelly that was as pink as cream.

The container was flat on the tip of his fingers and raised it above his head. Under the light from the blazing light on the roof, the translucent glue trembled slightly, and the smooth surface was slightly tilted. However, the hand holding the glassware did not move at all.

"What a beautiful color, it's so charming. This is simply the precious piece of clay that God used to make humans from the beginning to increase the softness of humanity-"

Rand Walker narrowed his eyes and looked at the crystal-clear and greasy substance in his hand for a long time, and praised it softly without hesitation. After a long time, he carefully put down the petri dish, took off his rubber gloves, raised his arms, and clenched his fingers.

The two men who were walking towards the cold storage immediately turned around as if they were shocked and walked straight towards the direction where Rand Walker was. Their movements were rigid and stiff, and they felt like puppets manipulated by lifting lines and frames. The expression on their faces was wooden and cold, and they could not see the rosy and softness that normal people should have, only the pale and gray as if they were dead.

They are all dead.

To be precise, it should be a toy that was resurrected by Rand Walker using biotechnology, controlled and manipulated.

He puffed up his cheeks, circled his lips, made two sharp whistles, then rolled up his sleeves, slapped his palms and gently patted them three times. Finally, he pinched his thumb, food, and middle fingers, and made an unusually clear brittle sound of bones. After all, Rand Walker put on his gloves again, turned around, picked up the sharp scalpel from the white porcelain plate next to him, aimed at the chest of a corpse that had just been transported and had been thawed, and the surface skin showed signs of softness, and cut it down hard.

The two corpses standing next to them did not delay for a second, and immediately turned around and walked out of the room with mechanical steps at exactly the same frequency.

"No sense of smell, no vision, can only rely on simple rhythm and sound to control... The sensitivity is really poor. It is barely enough to use as an offensive weapon. If you talk about complex operations and biological instinct control... it is actually a bunch of garbage pieced together with bones and pieces of meat. Hehehehe! Only those who like to fight for power and profit like this kind of toy."

Rand Walker's voice was very low to himself, and he could hear it alone. This was a way to relieve boredom by his work. If there were extra listeners around him, he would immediately shut up and not even hum.

The sharp scalpel had already penetrated into the skin, and a line of centimeters was cut from the surface of the cortex. Looking from a distance under the light, it looked like a strange leech lying on her off-white chest sucking blood.

The plastic film plate hanging on the door sounded, revealing the cold and dull faces of the two corpses. They stood woodenly like statues made of stones. Between their hard and cold arms, a middle-aged man tied up by ropes. He used a knot made of numb to fill the man's mouth with a knot, blocking the passage that made sounds. Although he struggled desperately, he made waves of resistance and sobbing from his throat, he could not change the reality of being imprisoned at all.

Rand Walker turned around, walked slowly to the man, looked at him with a funny look, and slapped twice lightly and resolutely. The cold corpse man immediately lifted the man's body and put it down heavily on the empty operating table next to him. Press his hands and feet flat, and dragged out the thick metal buckle made of all steel from the four corners of the platform, and stuck into the knees and elbows. Due to excessive force, the hard metal ring buckle fell deeply into the soft flesh, and squeezed bulges were streaked on both sides of the buckle.

He flexibly picked up the scalpel and skillfully cut off the rope that bound the man. When the knot of the lip was removed, the man lying on the operating table suddenly burst out with a wail of extreme fear.

"Land, Mr. Rand Walker, please, please, let me go--let me--"

"Mr. Nazios, you should understand that I am just executing Mr. Wang Yi's orders." Rand Walker put down the blade in his hand, pulled open an old-fashioned refrigerator on the right side of the operating table, took out a glass bottle that was black all over and was only about ten centimeters tall, and said expressionlessly.

"No--"

The man named Nazios struggled desperately, his twisting body shaking left and right on the operating table, dragging the metal rings that fixed their limbs to rub against the edge of the cement table, making a harsh sound. This violent movement increased the pain in the body, but it could not change the status quo at all and helped him gain freedom.

"Please...Mr. Rand Walker, please, I, I don't want to die-"

The exhausted man looked up at the sky, gasping for breath, his blood-filled eyes bulging and bulging, staring at the inconspicuous little black bottle in despair.

“No one wants to die.”

Rand Walker, with a focused expression, slowly unscrewed the cap, inserted a dropper with a rubber cap into the bottle, and asked slowly: "When you killed your wife, have you ever thought about whether she would die?"

"She, she's just a woman-" Nazios was trembling all over.

"But you nailed her to the wall with a wooden stake, cruelly cut open her stomach, cut off her liver and fry it." Rand Walker's tone became extremely cold.

"I'm hungry—"

Nazios swallowed his throat with difficulty, stammering with his dry hair: "I...I, I need food."

"You lie-"

The gentle Rand Walker suddenly became extremely violent. He put down the black bottle in his hand and grabbed Nazios' collar, as if the most terrifying demon roared: "I have checked your residence, in the dark lattice under the bed, and there are twenty kilograms of bread and several pieces of dried meat. Not to mention you, even if the hungry refugees in the wilderness chewed all these things, they would die on the spot--"

A big cold sweat flowed down from both sides of Nazios' forehead. Perhaps this liquid from his body had a sober effect. He suddenly stopped panicing, and his eyes looked at Rand Walker no longer as feared as before. After a brief silence, he lowered his voice and said, "You should be very clear that she is a woman from the wilderness. I spent five bullets and a kilogram of salt to get her from the refugee camp... She, she is a cargo for exchange."

"But she is your wife first! Wife! Wife—"

Rand Walker, with a ferocious face, raised his right fist and slammed heavily on the cold and hard operating table. Due to excessive force, the soft skin suddenly cracked a long wound, and blood slowly flowed out from the gap between the bottom of the fist and the table.

Nazios opened his lips and his eyes moved back and forth between the terrible face and fist. After a while, he suddenly laughed very strangely.

"Hahahaha! Land Walker... Land Walker... Hahahaha! You, haha, how could you, can you fall in love with that bitch? Hahaha, no wonder you want to kill me. It turns out that you want to use this method to help her revenge. Hahahaha--"

He was so angry that he was so angry that his muscles were twitching like a nerve, but he didn't notice that there was a hint of sadness in the depths of Rand Walker's green eyes.

"Only you, a brainless idiot, will have such stupid thoughts."

Shaking his head gently, Rand Walker stood up straight and raised a necklace with exquisite workmanship from the collar of his clothes. Press the button on the side of the pendant, and the round metal lid bounced a gap to reveal a picture of a woman inlaid in the center of the lid, with golden curly hair and a beautiful smile.

Looking at the yellowed photo, Rand Walker felt that his eyes were covered with a hazy mist. The face that was once familiar but would never appear in front of him gradually became a little blurred.

Nazios was still laughing, and amid the fearful laughter, gasping violently: "Ha! Huhu, Huhu, Land Walker, no, I didn't expect you to have a fucking tit with that bitch. Tell me, how many times have you slept with her? Hahahaha! Did you lick her ass with your tongue when you fuck her?"

Rand Walker, who had returned to calmness, glanced at him coldly, without making a sound, picked up the black bottle from the side, and approached the corpse with his right hand, and snapped his fingers heavily. Under the guidance of the signal, the ruthless corpse stretched out his arm to tighten Nazios's shoulders, pinched his cheeks with his cold hands, and squeezed out a slightly oval mouth.

"Um, um, no... don't kill me, you, you damn bastard. Please, please, let me go, let me go--" Nazios's will completely collapsed. He screamed incoherently, but could not make a normal sound, and could only vaguely bring out a few curses and begging.

Rand Walker showed a hint of cruelty on his calm face: "Since there is no law in this world, then I will help your wife seek justice."

"You, you will go to hell-" Nazios, whose eyes were filled with fear, howled desperately.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Rand Walker laughed wildly as if he heard the most funny joke: "Hell? Hahahaha! You idiot, this dirty world, is hell--"
Chapter completed!