Chapter 196: The Weak

"Bang-Bang-Bang-Bang-"

The scattered bullets, with huge kinetic energy, accurately drilled into the joints on both sides of the big Peter's knees and shoulders, and burst out several hot blood fountains.

People living in wasteland know how to use weapons. They may not be as skilled as professional soldiers in operation, but it is not that difficult to pull the trigger at close range to hit the target.

Peter screamed and fell to the ground. Seeing this, several other mobs hiding nearby rushed forward, but were shot over by the old man waiting on the roof. Peter's face was already a little pale, his eyes were full of fear and despair. He looked at the hand girl who was getting closer and closer, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva with difficulty, endured the pain caused by the gunshot wounds, and shouted calmly: "Bitch! You...you, what the hell do you want to do?"

The girl squatted down and smiled very strangely, revealing her white and neat teeth. She flipped through Peter's legs and feet that had lost their ability to move. This strange behavior made Peter feel more and more frightened. He twisted his body desperately, twisting forward like a snake whose muscles and bones were removed, but he could not escape from the other party's control in the end.

Her fingers were very white and delicate. If she were to be normal, Peter would definitely enjoy the contact between his genitals and this kind of smooth skin. But the situation is completely different now - the military fighting knife held by the girl in her right hand was slowly pointing at the base of her penis and poking it hard... Peter felt unprecedented fear, but he could only watch the most important and most critical proof that symbolized the identity of a man was cut from the middle of his legs, and the two oval fleshy substances wrapped in thick blood and a large amount of mucus left her body forever.

Screaming and blood were instantly swallowed by the darkness.

In the distance, a shell fired from the inner city exploded in the mob, turning into a cloud that rolled over the flames and slowly rose into the sky.

The deafening motor roar broke the silence of death in the wilderness. Driven by the traction wheel above the ground, the hard steel wheel slowly rolled along the metal slot, slowly spreading the wide and heavy tracks into the distance. The heavy pressure crushed several rocks protruding from the ground, and they began to crack and make a sour sound. Between the two regular and neat ruts, there were clear scars scattered into white powder.

The thick 120 mm caliber main gun extends from the top of the obliquely shaped tank tower of the "Abrams" and points straight to the end of the gray horizon.

It was once one of the most powerful mechanical weapons made by humans in the old era, and was even called the "Armor Knight who will never fall behind" (Time magazine). The powerful armor-piercing warheads can penetrate any opponent's body, and the thick depleted uranium armor can resist the murders flying in the air. They used to run wildly on the battlefield, looking at any arbitrary people who dare to challenge themselves, and were even racked by military institutions in various countries to obtain systematic data... But no matter what, they are just human creations piled up with metal. Without a manipulator, they will always be a useless rusty scrap iron.

Guided by five tanks, twenty "Strick" armored vehicles were responsible for backing and forward reconnaissance. In the middle, hundreds of huge teams of trucks were mixed with supplies. They meandered along the old roads in the empty wilderness, breaking through the thin accumulated snow layer, and drawing lines that were bent and twisted like snakes in the cold white world.

The number of this batch of supplies was extremely large. In order to successfully complete the escort, Afura sent a powerful combat group including 600 skeleton warriors and ten armored vehicles. Whether it is production line or various models of vehicles, it is a treasure that family institutions dream of in light radiation areas. The Skeleton Knights strictly prohibit such items from flowing into other forces by selling them. It is impossible to manufacture and cannot be purchased from the market. In order to get what they want, means such as robbery and killing and robbing are naturally emerging one after another.

The Skeleton Knights are indeed very powerful. They can easily flatten a city and completely wipe out large institutional forces with hundreds of thousands of people. However, they cannot extend their control tentacles to every corner of the earth. They do not require the new generation of human beings they have created to surrender, and they rarely interfere in the grievances and disputes between family forces. They just guard the hard and thick castle closely, just like the legendary powerful dragon with unrivaled power, lazily staying in their nests to guard their treasures.

When the convoy left the Crescent City, Lin Xiang saw Gregorian's pale and thin face full of deep hatred and resentment not far from the city gate.

Few people can still maintain their apparent calmness and affection after being insulted. Even if someone really doesn't care about it or even continues to smile at you, then his thinking state must be in the idiot stage, or because of his lack of strength, he can only lick the wound secretly, waiting for you to pounce on it in the moment when you relax your vigilance, tearing your throat with sharp teeth.

Gregory was not among these two people. He hated Lin Xiang, and at the same time he also had a fanatical attachment to this handsome man with a greater friendship.

I hate you!

Sitting in the shaking carriage, the distance between Lin Xiang and Gregory was more than fifty meters away. For some reason, he always felt that he could smell a pungent, disgusting odor from this vulgar and perverted man. The source was the tip of the genitals wrapped in the middle of his pants under his crotch.

"Dirty gay--"

Suppressing the unhappiness and anger in his heart, Lin Xiang turned around and turned his gaze to the vast and empty wilderness directly ahead.

"Redener" is a very mysterious organization. But he couldn't refuse Alfra's invitation - if he hadn't felt that he owed too much to Cloud and had agreed to his request, Lin Xiang would never have rashly joined such an interest group that he had no way to know even basic information.

This world is no longer the earth that they know. It is true that everyone has their own ideals and wishes. Without the restrictions of a country and nation, everything can be done recklessly under the banner of "freedom". The "Redeners" may be just, but like all things, "justice" must also have "evil" as a reference. Their main enemy is the Skeleton Knights. As for the Red Republican Army, "Sword of God", and the Association of Doctors... Although Aphra did not make a clear statement in this regard, Lin Xiang could still hear the hostile tone.

Dominate one's own and become enemies of the whole world?

This kind of thing sounds really weird. But if you put the corresponding point on any other force, Lin Xiang unexpectedly discovered that they all seem to have the same purpose of manipulating, controlling, and conquering each other. The apparent cooperation is actually not enough to be used as a basis for eternal friendship.

Control the world, conquer the earth.... An old-fashioned act that emerges in countless comics and movie stories and is regarded as the greatest goal by conspirators. From the old days to the present, there are still people who are fascinated by it and are crazy about it.

"Fuck you, I am me, no one can control it, no one can control it. I just want to live, freely, and dignified-"

...

The sun is slowly rising, and in winter, there is rarely such clear weather. But darkness and filth are still there in the dark corners. Even if the sun shines on every place on the earth, there will always be ugly, bloody, and darkness in the gaps that cannot be covered by light.

Boris leaned on the mahogany-carved bed frame, and in the most comfortable position, he stretched his two thick arms along the bed shoulders to the left and right. He was not wearing any clothes, his naked upper body bulged with strong muscles like black iron blocks. They were combined like balls of closely connected rubber masses, expanding into a slightly round shape. With the support of the skeleton, it exuded a sense of strength and bodybuilding.

The quilt stuffed with thick cotton fabric is very soft. Although the part below the waist is completely covered, no one will believe that under the neatly arranged abdominal muscles, it will suddenly become fat-filled fat. Where the eyes cannot see, it can even help the thinking imagination to further develop its due abilities. What's more, in the center where Boris's two thighs and waist abdomen, the quilt covered on it has been supported from the bottom by sharp and tough convex objects, which are high in a visible triangular slope.

Next to her, Blanche, who was also naked, seemed to be swimming, lying on the messy sheets. Her hands were stretched out to both sides, and the torn white shirt was wrapped in a mess of rags and threw it on the floor of the room, revealing her delicate and smooth back. Her buttocks were slightly raised, maintaining the position that made men imagine that even the most suitable for entering from behind. However, she was obviously not using this body shape to seduce the man lying next to her, but instead bent her knees and barely supported her body with the help of her elbows.

Boris, who looked so relaxed, turned his body sideways, grabbed the black coat thrown on the chair next to him, took out a cigar stuffed into a copper shell from his pocket, and gently cut off the head of the cigar with his index finger, then popped out a blue flame with a lighter, ignited it, took a deep breath, and sprayed two thick smoke from his nostrils.

The fragrant and spicy tobacco smell stimulated his nerves to return to his excited state. Boris stretched out his right hand and stroked Blanche's smooth back. His eyes were very accurate. Although this woman was not so beautiful, her body could indeed release the strongest pleasure, especially when she looked from behind, her whole torso was like a violin with exquisite workmanship and beautiful beauty that made people want to admire.

Boris only likes women who are very obedient in bed. He doesn't like rape. But Blanche completely changed his inherent concept - this woman is as difficult to tame like a violent mother beast. Throughout the night, Boris spent amidst fighting and screaming loudly. He could not use his power as he pleased. If he was not careful, he would crush Blanche, who had no evolutionary power, and smash it to death. He had to perform this rape with great care and caution, adjust his muscles, and control his strength to a very subtle level that could suppress the other party, but would not cause any harm.

In the face of absolute power, no resistance or rejection can produce any effect. The bed sheet soaked in viscous liquid is the best proof. Of course, most of them must belong to Boris. As for the remaining part... Although Boris is not a woman and has not been inserted into the body with fleshy sticks, he could guess that even under strong coercion, the woman's body often has completely different reactions from the will. As for how long this reaction can last, and whether it will further affect or even change its inherent thinking, only the person involved knows best.

"Follow me-"

A strong smoke spewed out, savoring the nicotine breath remaining inside the mouth, Boris licked his dry lips, his fingers casually slid across Blanche's round shoulders, and said in a thick and distinctive male voice: "Leaving this city, I will make you live more comfortable than you are now."

Blanche still kept her half-lying on the bed, her tired face, and there was no trace of blood. The ravage for more than ten hours had exhausted all her energy. If it weren't for the pain of her lower body being torn, she really wanted to close her eyes and pounce on the bed for a good sleep, and she wanted nothing.

"If you don't want to talk about this topic now, then I can wait until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." Boris turned sideways, leaned close to her ear, and whispered thoughtfully.

He really liked this woman and understood that last night's rough actions caused harm to Blanche. Now, he just wanted to make up for it as much as possible and change his barbaric image in Blanche's mind.

"roll--"

Blanche's voice was as cold as ice.

Boris couldn't help but frown. He liked this woman, but it didn't mean that he could let the other party scold him. In his memory, except for being more advanced and powerful than him, it was the first time that he was scolded like this by an ordinary person without any resistance.

"No one dares to go against my will, and you are no exception-"

He looked dark and said in a cold tone: "After solving the matter here, follow me. At any time, you must remember one thing-you are my woman."

Blanche turned her head and stared at him with a cold look, as if she was looking at a corpse.

This made Boris feel very uncomfortable. If another person had violated his majesty like this, he would have been furious and tore the other party into pieces of meat. However, Blanche was different. Although she had never hummed from beginning to end last night, whenever she came into contact with those pairs of hatred and cold eyes, Boris felt unprecedented impulse and a sense of conquest that could not be described in words.

"I will arrange for you to be the only agent seller of "Jet" in this city. In addition to being able to continue to have management powers, you can also get half a profit from the profit."

After thinking about it over and over again, Boris decided to choose to reconcile. It is not easy to find a woman he likes, especially women like Blanche who are not overwhelmed by force. But then again, female members of human beings should have some commonalities. Give them enough money to have more beautiful clothes and cosmetics, plus some crystal shiny gems... Under these material temptations full of absolute lethality, chaste women will also become lewd young women.

"Jet?"

Blanche's face changed instantly and immediately returned to normal. Just a little bit of sharpness and sarcasm appeared in Boris's eyes.

"You can't even sell your goods until the city lord comes back."

Boris opened his mouth and was about to say something, but he was afraid of a dazzling hot flame reflected outside the window. From the distance, it should be a shell that exploded from a distance.

"You won't get any profit in Yinyue City. If I were you, I would leave as soon as possible. If you wait until that person comes back... I promise, you will die ugly." Blanche's tone was extremely plain.

"Are you threatening me?" Boris's eyes turned cold.

“I just tell the truth.”

Blanche sat upright, clutching her chest tightly with the sheet, and said word by word: "I will tell you one more thing. If you still want to stay here and fantasize about the so-called transaction, I will let you understand what is revenge for the weak."

"revenge?"

Boris looked at her unexpectedly, feeling a little funny: "Just you?"
Chapter completed!