Chapter 177: Children

No one spoke, and the air in the room was extremely suppressed. Only the heavy and heavy breathing caused by the old man's mouth and nose breathing, and the teeth were biting too hard, so tightly that they made a "grand" friction sound.

"You shouldn't hire someone from "Claws" to deal with me."

Staring at Fei Shu deeply, Lin Xiang said calmly in his magnetic voice: "I don't like killing people, especially unwilling to attack the elderly, weak, women and children. However, this does not mean that I will not kill people."

"Shut up--"

Fei Shu roared, his thin face had become completely distorted because of hatred: "You killed my son, my only son--"

"That was an accident. Believe me, if he hadn't had a gun in his hand or hadn't pointed it at me with a gun, nothing would have happened. In that case, I had no second choice." Lin Xiang was not deciphering, he just wanted the old man to know some facts before he died.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Fei Shu suddenly burst into a nervous laugh: "What about now? You killed all my family and destroyed the entire city. Even the innocent people who had not participated in this matter from beginning to end were all turned into corpses by you and your subordinates. Is this an act of claiming to be a good person?"

Faced with this accusation, Lin Xiang did not continue to argue. He pulled out m500 from his waist and pointed the cold muzzle at the old man's head.

Killing and being killed are always bloody cycles. It is not said that who represents justice, nor does it mean that who makes more sense than who. In the final analysis, the dead will remain silent forever, and only those who survive can inherit everything and get everything.

Looking at the gun pointing at his own gun, Fei Shu felt his whole body stiffening and his breathing suddenly became rapid. The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, and opened his lips with difficulty, carrying his last dignity. He begged reluctantly but helplessly: "Philadelphia has been destroyed, and you will never let me go. But... can you, can you... no, I beg you, please let this child go."

Lin Xiang's breathing gradually became longer. He turned his head and looked at the boy who was held in his arms by the old man. The soft light shining from the window reflected on the tender little face, showing fear and panic for these strangers holding weapons. The eyes that should have clear innocence and a little understanding released unconcealed hatred and resentment, like a young wolf with white teeth exposed at any time, ready to pounce on him to bite his prey.

“I have a problem—”

Lin Xiang put down his arm holding a gun, looked at Fei Shu's face, which was mixed with hatred and hope, and asked lightly: "What price did you hire the killer of the "Claw" company? As far as I know, those people's asking prices are usually very high. In your city with a population of less than 10,000, it is obviously impossible to get enough rewards."

Fei Shu stared at Lin Xiang's eyes tightly, and instinctively pushed the boy in his arms behind him. The cheeks on both sides were obviously drooping. The loose skin and flesh dotted with sparse old man's black spots shook involuntarily. The empty left hand subconsciously grabbed the black cloth robe hanging on the edge of his legs, and twisted a ball of wavy wrinkles twisted towards the center on the smooth cloth surface.

"The Claws have always wanted to turn Liujin City into a dumping place for "Jet".

The old man's voice was as heavy as asthma, and there was a bit of forced helplessness and resentment: "Damage to Solomon and most people's boycotts and most of the people, "Damage Claw" failed to fully open the market there. Only a few taverns and casinos were operating this drug. Therefore, they needed to get a stable warehouse for cargo storage near Liujin City, which was both business contact and negotiation, and could form a place for cover. However, "Jet" was extremely harmful to the human body and was extremely expensive. Almost all family institutions were resisting it in various ways or clearing it out of their own territory. "Damage Claw" could only secretly operate these things."

"So, you provide this city to "Claws" in exchange for their help?" Lin Xiang gave the answer instead of the other party.

"If anyone killed your son and you don't have the strength to take revenge, and when you are desperate and desperate, even if the devil asks to buy your soul, you will agree without hesitation." Fei Shu looked at him coldly and said bluntly.

Lin Xiang nodded silently, and continued to ask, "Where is the warehouse of Magic Claws? How much inventory is there?"

Fei Shu looked at him with a very strange look, as if he was thinking, and hesitating. After a long time, he frowned, stretched out his right leg, and paused the hard stone floor under his feet: "...it's right below."

Su stood upright like a statue, gathering all his attention, betting on the old man's face that was struggling hard and full of hope. After several minutes, he pointed to the boy in the other person's arms and asked slowly: "There is another question - what is his surname in this child?"

This simple sentence sounded extremely terrifying to Fei Shu. His body began to tremble involuntarily, and his shriveled lips opened for a long time, but he couldn't say a word.

"My name is Fei Yao—"

The sudden childish and crisp sound broke the dull and depressing atmosphere in the room. The boy tried hard to break free from the old man's arms, staring at Lin Xiang with his eyes filled with raging fire, and roared in resentment: "You killed my father and everyone I know. One day, I will kill you--"

"No--"

The old Fei Shu shouted sadly, dragging the boy back into his arms and hugging him tightly, while stretching out his palms covered with wrinkles and tendons to cover the boy's mouth tightly.

Lin Xiang looked at them with pity, but a cold light flashed deep in his pupils. He raised his pistol, and the sight of him put the fierce eyes on the boy's forehead again and pulled the trigger.

The rough gunshot echoed in an instant in the empty room, causing a deafening echo of hollows.

A round bullet hole appeared in front of the boy's skull, but the entire back of his head was completely exploded and shocked.

Looking at the young face in his arms with horror, horror, doubt and hatred, Fei Shu suddenly felt that the muscles on his face were very sore, and the wrinkled skin seemed to imprison all the activities of the facial muscles. He wanted to cry, but couldn't cry. The huge bullet hole on the boy's forehead was so shocking that it even gave Fei Shu some strange illusion - it seemed that the bullet holes were just a decoration embedded on the surface of the skin. The boy did not die, but just opened his eyes and fell asleep in an extremely strange position.

He suddenly turned his head, Fei Shu's sharp eyes, as sharp as a blade, seemed to be able to quilt Lin Xiang's heart, but Lin Xiang's eyes were like a clear but unsightly deep pool, and there was no wave. The two of them looked at each other silently, allowing time to pass slowly every minute and second.

"...Give me a gun, this is my last request." After a long time, Fei Shu, who had exhausted all his energy, finally let go of the corpse in his arms, collapsed weakly on the ground, begging with a tragic expression.

After watching silently for a few minutes, Lin Xiang pulled out a imitation 92 F pistol from the guard beside him, strode to Fei Shu, and gently stuffed it into his hand. After doing all this, he turned around and left the room with everyone, including Krasnov.

"Bang--"

The moment the crowd walked out of the door, the thunderous gunshot suddenly rang out, spreading rapidly in the empty building, and was immediately swallowed by the whistling wind.

...

In Philadelphia, there is only a piece of ruin filled with rubble and corpses.

While destroying the city, it also means huge profits.

Although it is just a medium-sized city with standard wasteland, Philadelphia has reserved enough food for 8,000 people to eat for the first half of the year. In addition, the Fei family's warehouse also stocks a considerable amount of salt, medicine, clothing and various types of daily necessities. In the cellar south of the city, hundreds of tons of micro-radiated ice can be stored at any time.

"Take all the valuable things away—"

According to Lin Xiang's order, Philadelphia's power supply system and water purification equipment became priority shipments. The materials collected from all corners of the city were piled up in the open area southwest of the city. The soldiers sorted them out with various containers, sorted them, and then loaded them onto the truck one by one.

As for the "Jet" mentioned by Fei Shu, they are indeed hidden in a hidden warehouse underground in the main office of the city. A total of 100 boxes made of light alloys are filled with colloidal needles as blue as sea water. Calculated in the price of a single piece of Sosbian currency units, the value of this batch of "Jet" with a quantity of more than 100,000 branches has exceeded 50 million.

"Oh my God! Fifty million..."

His fingers gently stroked the smooth-faced "Jet", and Krasnov's thick lips released a moan that was incompatible with his strong body.

Whether in the old days or now, few people can truly withstand the temptation brought by money. This money is too huge, and just thinking about it is enough to make people crazy.

"If you want to continue your current life in Hidden Moon City, it's better to stay away from these things-"

Lin Xiang's words are both warnings and persuasions. With Krasnov's IQ, it is not difficult to understand the truth.

"What are you going to deal with them?" Krasnov, who took a few deep breaths, suppressed the desire to cause death in his heart, and asked.

"Take it back first. No matter what, Yinyue City will never allow the shadow of "Jet". Once this thing floods into disaster, the entire city will perish." Lin Xiang's tone was full of unquestionable severity.

Krasnov lit a cigarette and started smoking silently. In the dull and speechless environment, the cigarette was quickly sucked short by the Belarusian parasite with amazing lung capacity. Soon, the part of the finger was sandwiched, and only about a few centimeters of cigarette butts were left.

He threw the cigarette butts that had sucked to the end on the ground, crushed it with military boots a few times, and said, "The quantity of this batch of goods is too large. The "Claw" company will never give up. They will definitely send more powerful killers. I'm worried..."

"Every problem has its own way of dealing with it. "Claws"... are no exception." Lin Xiang smiled and closed the metal box lid filled with "Jet".

...

No. 614, East Twelve Street.

In Yinyue City, this is an ordinary and unconventional house number. On the stone wall at the entrance of all citizens' residences, there is a citizen who has been approved by the city management committee and carved out with chisels by a specially assigned personnel. The surface is filled with a digital logo of a black and eye-catching paint. According to regulations: the door number of each household is prohibited from being smeared, blocked, and artificially damaged. If the house number is deliberately confused or refuses to accept the code, once it is verified, the citizen qualifications they deserve will be immediately revoked and expelled from Yinyue City forever.

The sunlight that appears and disappears carefully poked out from behind the radiating clouds. The wild wind blew the drowsy and heavy dark clouds, quickly filling every part of the sun exposed on the surface of the sky. The windows that were not completely locked were creaking and creaking, and a "whimper" sound of a "whimper" wind sounded from the crack of the door.

As the evening approaches, the wild wind gradually subsides, and the swaying snowflakes slowly fall from the dark sky, and quickly melt into cold water on the ground. The temperature is very low, but it is not enough to reconstitute the snow water immersed in the soil. They can only be allowed to be absorbed by the dried soil blocks until each particle completely absorbs full water, like a glutton who eats too much and cannot be digested, and he is helplessly watching more and more snowflakes descend from the sky, melting, turning the ground into soft and slimy mud.

A young woman wrapped in thick felt cloth and leaned slowly from the end of the street. Her hands were tightly held in front of her chest, as if she was holding something, and she was staggering forward on the ground full of water for quite a while. She was wearing a pair of shoes made of wood, and the cold mud quickly soaked through the low upper and over the feet. In order not to let the rag skirt surrounding her lower body be soaked, she could only lift the corners of her skirt high, and while her legs were full of ice water, she had to endure the cold wind blew in from the bottom of her skirt, taking away the last faint, precious heat of her body.

A torn scarf wrapped around her hair and neck, revealing a face that was not beautiful, and could only be described as ordinary, with even slightly rough skin.

The distance from the intersection was not long, but she walked for nearly half an hour. In front of the door of Residence No. 614, she finally stopped.

This is a stone building with no significant difference in appearance and shape from other houses. It is divided into two upper and lower floors. The lower floor area is slightly wider than the upper floor. From a distance, it seems that two squares of different sizes are stacked on each other.

"No. 614...yes, that's it here."

The woman sucked the cold air, stretched out her hand that was about to freeze, and gently groped on the rough stone door sign. She quickly identified a red "cross" pattern directly in front of the number, calmed down, walked to the door, bent her fingers and tapped her gently a few times.

"Please come in--" From the other end of the door, a thick male voice came.

When I opened the door, I could immediately feel a warmth coming to my face. This extremely comfortable feeling relieved the woman's concerns and walked into the room instinctively. I saw a middle-aged man in a black coat sitting at the desk, squinting his eyes and looking at him with a gentle smile.

"The weather is really cold. Come and roast the fire first and warm it up!" Impressed by the woman's cramp, the man walked over from behind the table, reached out to close the door, completely locked the whimpering cold wind outside, and then turned sideways to make a "please" position, leading the woman to the burning, releasing light and warmth and fireplace.

"Thank you, thank you..."

The woman was quite uneasy and sat down slowly on a wooden bench next to the fireplace. She untied the torn scarf covered with snowflakes on her head, rubbed her frozen hands hard, sniffed, and then covered her slightly warm palms on her cheeks that were red and rubbed back and forth.

"Take off the shoes and roast them. If you soak your feet in water in this weather, it is easy to catch a cold." The man looked at the mud that kept gushing out of the woman's wooden shoes and reminded with kindness.

This suggestion was too considerate. The woman who was so cold that she was trembling with her body couldn't help but raise her head and stared at the gentle man with gratitude.

He was not tall, but strong, with a soft white shirt on the collar of the black coat, his hair combed backwards meticulously, his beard on his lips and cheeks shaved very cleanly, and his gray eyes released a wise look. In the words of the old days, this should be a polite gentleman, rather than a rough man like drunks and gamblers who lingered all day long.

"Thanks--"

This is the second time a woman said thank you. Compared with the first formulaic tone, she now feels that the word is indeed from the heart.

"That...you, oh no, are you a doctor?" The woman who noticed her mistaken tongue quickly changed the other party's title to a respectful word. At the same time, she secretly looked at the man with a nervous look.

"You're not going wrong, I'm a doctor." The man smiled heartily, walked back to sit behind the desk.

"What should I call you?" The woman who had already warmed up spoke much fluently, and the smile on her face became softer.

"Call me Rand Walker!" The man said his name without any care and then asked, "Is there anything I need to help?"
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