I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1302: Be low-key

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Bogotá, the capital of Colombia, a city where beauty and sin coexist.

Except for emeralds, all foreigners have the same impression of Colombia as only two things-poisons and guerrillas. In fact, in addition to these two things, Colombia also has robbers, thieves, homeless people and typical South American enthusiasm and resistance, as well as "lazy culture."

Since the beginning of the Cold War, the guerrillas in this country have been fighting pro-American governments and Americans. However, after the disintegration of the Soviet Union, the guerrillas that had lost external support quickly deteriorated, and now they have basically survived on hostages and poisons. Not only are there a lot fewer people, but they have completely ran from the city to the remote border mountains.

How chaotic this country is, it ’s impossible to make clear just by saying a few words. There is an American drama that exposes these phenomena, and its name is the same as the theme it wants to express, named "Drug".

Bogotá Capital International Airport.

A girl wearing a skirt appeared in the old airport lobby.

When passing through the lobby, many passengers who traveled to and fro looked at the young girl frequently and cast their eyes in surprise and concern.

The reason why she is weird is not only because of her over-exquisite appearance for humans, but also because she was surprised to dare to come to this city alone at this age. In particular, she did not have any luggage in her hand, which made people wonder and wonder if she was separated from her parents.

However, the concern turned to concern, and no one stepped forward to talk.

Even the policeman sitting at the gate of the airport glanced at her and continued to slouch on the chair and slumber.

It's one o'clock in the morning.

The street outside the airport was brightly lit, but few pedestrians could be seen.

At this time, unless it is absolutely necessary, almost no one will choose to travel at night.

Sure enough, shortly after she left the airport, she was spotted.

Following the road sign on the satellite map and walking some distance in the direction of the embassy, ​​I noticed that someone was following me, and Lilith simply turned into an alley.

When seeing such a beautiful girl appear here, the homeless people curled up in the alley suddenly froze.

In an instant, they thought they saw an angel.

The next second, the angels turned into green banknotes in their eyes.

Robbing tourists is almost a part-time job for all Colombian homeless people, especially near the airport.

Just when they hesitated for two seconds to rob, kidnap, or do something else, the faces that appeared in the alleyway changed their faces. I saw them still fierce in the last second. They hurriedly climbed up from the nest of old newspapers and hurriedly left the alley.

In an instant, the whole alley was empty.

Not because I saw the police.

It was because I saw someone more terrible than the police.

"I didn't expect your face to be so good." The man with a slightly dark skin joked.

"Really? I think Torres' name is better." Another big man with an ugly face grinned.

The man standing in the middle did not speak, but licked greedily on the calf under the girl ’s skirt.

Abel Torres, a drug lord active in Central America, delivers tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of drugs to the United States through the Florida gangs every year.

However, because they have considerable power in Colombia and Panama, they not only colluded with the local judicial department, but also controlled a private armed force of about 500 people to protect drug plantations and systems The poison factory.

Ironically, the weapons used by his men were basically bought from Americans. Especially the .20 caliber heavy machine gun and M-224 mortar that he collected in his villa. It was also a few years after an American intermediary named Roberts negotiated a big deal, in a private name. For him.

In addition to the dollar and the weapons of the Americans, the only thing he likes is the same, that is, a twelve-three-year-old Caucasian girl. The venting of X and **** on a pure white body made him feel happy from the heart, and this is one of the reasons why he was listed in the top five of the CIA's wanted list in South America.

Crouching in front of Lilith, Torres grinned, showing yellowish black teeth, and smiled like a bad wolf.

"Little sister, are you lost?"

Lilith stared blankly at the uncle in front of her and said nothing.

For Lilith's disregard, Abel Torres didn't feel angry, but smiled patiently.

"Uncle takes you to find your mother, OK?"

Lilith sighed and looked up at the sky, muttering to herself.

"It's really troublesome."

Ignored twice in a row, Abel Torres has begun to get bored. And the two men behind him began to shout a little impatiently.

"What is this kid talking about?"

"I don't know ... Boss, I know this is your hobby, but we better not stay here too long. You know, the CIA people are looking for us." Someone looked back uncomfortably, Said the ugly big man.

"The same is true," Torres sighed and looked at Lilith with a sincere tone. "I can only trouble you to sleep for a while."

Without warning, he stabbed the electric shocker in his hand.

This skillful movement is obviously not the first time.

The electric current crackled and crackled.

However, the three girls were stunned that the little girl standing in front of them just glanced coldly at the shocker poked on their chests. It did n’t look like they were corona.

Jumping from the ground suddenly, Torres stepped back in surprise and looked at the electric shocker in his hand in disbelief.

"How, how is it possible."

Looking at the men standing in front of him, Lilith's expressionless poker face saw no excess emotion.

And the contemptuous look.

Like looking down at the ants at the feet ...

"Stand there, don't move!" The creepy feeling hit his head, and the big man immediately pulled out his waist pistol, pointing at Lilith and took two steps back nervously. ! "

"Damn it, you still need it!" Throwing away the electric shocker in his hand, Torres pulled out the pistol hidden in his pocket and snarled at Lilith, "What kind of person are you? CIA? Or ... "

For a time, three guns were aimed at the girl standing in the middle of the alley.

Any discerning person can see who is at a disadvantage.

However, the opposite is true.

"Well, go die."

Tired of the noisy three, Lilith waved her hand.

It ’s really just a literal wave.

Countless metal thorns burst without warning. Torres, who was still shouting in the first half a second, was instantly stabbed into a hedgehog, his feet even leaving the ground.

The two younger brothers standing behind him froze in place, their dull faces gradually turning into trembling and fear.

"Fak!"

Screaming with a voice completely out of volume, the big man rolled and crawled towards the alley behind him, and pulled the trigger in his hand. Another skinny man ran wildly with his head buried, even omitting the shot.

Three shots banged.

In a hurry, only one shot hit Lilith's forehead.

However, instead of hurting her a bit, the bullet hit the steel like a brittle sound, and then jumped to the side with a zigzag trajectory.

If you look closely, you will find that Lilith's forehead was coated with a layer of bright silver at the moment just before the solidified liquid metal.

However, in the eyes of the two men, they became invulnerable monsters.

"Devil! Devil!"

Screaming screaming in Spanish, the slightly courageous big man also completely gave up his resistance, lost his weapon, and desperately wanted to catch up with his companion who had already run to the alley.

Looking at the fleeing two, Lilith just moved her finger slightly.

The silver thorns throughout Torres turned into countless tiny droplets.

The droplets are gradually elongated and elongated in a special position ...

Finally turned into a silver needle thin as hair.

There is no sign.

The two who ran to the alley fell heavily to the ground.

Various blood beads oozed out of their bodies soon, and they were immersed in blood within half a minute.

Looking at the three bodies in the alley, Lilith sighed blankly.

"It's really troublesome."

For it, there is no difference between squeezing a person and a worm, especially if the person occupies less than 1kb of memory in her emotional center.

However, dealing with these corpses and blood stains is a trouble after all.

Just before leaving, Chen Chen told her "must be low-key" that Lilith glanced at the trash cans in the alleys and the waste newspapers on the ground.

You can only get off here ...

Silently withdrawing the liquid metal on the ground, Lilith condensed two big silver hands in front of herself, reaching towards Torres nearest to her ...