Gamers Are Fierce Chapter 93: Balcony
The number of poisonous insects in the apartment building was slightly beyond Li Ang's imagination.
Read crime, corruption and poverty, and are known as the three chronic diseases of Philippine society.
Before Duterte launched the anti-drug war, there were already reading gangsters knocking on the door of the upper class with the big stick of money and power.
From the Philippine grassroots police officers to the Philippine Attorney General Le Lima, half of the Philippine administrative law enforcement agencies are involved in the chain of interest.
The Philippines has 3.7 million students out of a population of 100 million, and that number is growing like crazy every day.
Poverty, corruption, backwardness, ignorance, every factor is driving the expansion of reading.
A large number of Filipino youths and even teenagers who have not received basic education, have not been properly disciplined by their parents, have no serious jobs, and have no hope, have become poisonous insects,
In order to get more funds to buy reading materials, many people even joined various gangs and took the initiative to enter this black interest chain.
For the so-called "civilians" who live in this apartment building, it is really difficult to define whether they are just ordinary people who are slightly involved in drugs, or members of the reading interest chain.
Seventeen or eighteen, fourteen or fifteen, and even twelve or thirteen-year-old Filipinos wandering the corridors.
They were either armed with pistols or machetes, in groups of three and five, shouting loudly.
At the beginning of the special operations team's entry into the building, in order to reduce the losses of his subordinates, Tamar Riadi,
Deliberately use the broadcast system to tell all the residents in the building that if you kill or eliminate a special operations operator, you can get rid of all rent and receive one million Philippine pesos from him, or the equivalent value of reading Taste.
There must be brave men under the heavy reward. After the special operations team was broken up by regular gang members, these thin and short teenagers braved out of the room and wandered in the corridor.
They were holding pistols and machetes, and they kept hitting the ceramic walls in the corridor with their blades, making a clanging sound, and their eyes were full of desire for money.
A thin teenager in a red shirt kicked open a door roughly,
He rushed into the house with a machete, glanced around, and saw faint traces of blood on the ground, which pointed to the bedroom,
With a machete in hand, the red shirt fell silently on the ground, and saw something through the crack of the bedroom door.
He got up excitedly and ran to the corridor, his palm still on the door frame, extremely excited, shouting to his wandering companions, "There is someone here!"
"Who is there?"
"Come here!"
A group of people shouted in a mess, rushed into the house, huddled together, and violently smashed the bedroom door with the handle of a knife.
Behind the bedroom door is a young woman, and on the bed of the bedroom lies an elderly woman with a yellow complexion, and the air smells of herbs.
The woman stared at the group of teenagers and shouted, "What are you doing?!"
Her name is Rijaya, and according to Filipino custom, she is usually called "Joy"
(Filipinos, regardless of gender, age or status, all have a catchy nickname, such as Junjun, Dagui, Dingdong, Lingling, Qiaoqiao)
The boy in the red shirt stared at Joy for a while, a smile flashed on his face, he pushed him away, came to the bed, and lay on the ground.
Under the bed, lay a special operations operator on his back.
His right arm and left leg had been wounded by bullets, bleeding all over the floor.
The operator struggled and tried to pick up the gun, the red shirt hurriedly bounced off the ground, hugged Joy, and shouted under the bed: "If you dare to shoot, she will die!"
Having said that, the red shirt made a color on the left and right companions, and the two teenagers jumped onto the bed, turned to the other side, turned sideways, and dragged the operator under the bed out.
The operator tried to raise a gun to fight back, but was kicked out of his hand and put on the gun. He also received a few kicks on the face, a tooth flew out, and his face swelled up instantly.
"Tipped off his coat!"
The red shirts let go of joy, and the teenagers happily dragged the operator to the living room,
Some people ripped off the operator's body armor and put it on for themselves, some people were swinging the operator's walkie-talkie, some people were playing back and forth with heavy pistols,
The red shirt looked at the cheerful companion, turned around, looked at Miss Joy, who forced herself to be calm, and said with a wicked smile, "Are you hiding him?"
Joy shook his head, looked at this once familiar but now extremely unfamiliar face, and said bluntly: "He has a gun, he coerced me, Kaka, you should go home."
The teenager nicknamed Kaka looked at the shirt Joy was wearing, and the shriveled but well-defined body under the shirt, and licked his lips,
Joy is not a drug-related person. She lives in this building simply for the cheap rent here.
Kaka used to love joy - when she was an innocent teenager.
But how beautiful the fantasy is, how cruel the reality is,
How could Joy, a woman without a job, be able to support herself, and even have money to treat her mother who is seriously ill in bed.
The answer is self-evident.
Kaka stared at Joy, her eyes were a little red, Joy seemed to realize something, and her trembling body paused,
She said with difficulty: "Not in the bedroom."
Kaka grinned, inserted the machete into the belt around his waist, and pulled Joy to the balcony.
At this time, the group of teenagers were still punching and kicking the operator. After hearing no screams, they picked up the machete in desperation and prepared to cut off the operator's head.
Da——
Gunshots, short and decisive shots, rang out from the door frame.
A black barrel stands there.
The boy who was about to slash with a machete was shot in the head, his body twitched, and he fell to the ground.
Before the group of teenagers could digest the death that happened in front of them, a gunshot rang out.
The second person fell to the ground, also with a headshot, and the blood mist filled the air.
The companion who was splashed with something red and white, just about to scream, was hit on the bridge of the nose by a bullet that floated from nowhere, and the whole face was sunken.
Dah, dah, dah, dah.
One bullet, one shot, one life.
When did the teenagers in the living room bear such fear, they either crawled on the ground to climb to the sofa, or stood up and ran towards the bedroom.
But the muzzle standing by the door frame, as if it had eyes, tracked the trajectory of their bodies, and delivered bullets to them firmly and smoothly.
The gunfire finally stopped, and the living room was littered with corpses. At this time, less than three seconds had passed since the first gunshot.
On the balcony, Kaka, who was still tearing his belt, squatted on the ground with Joy.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony, there was just a pile of cardboard boxes with some sundries inside.
Step, step, step.
The footsteps of army boots stomping on the pool of blood sounded in the living room. Li Ang sniffed the strong **** smell and muttered to himself, "One more to go."
There is one more,
On the balcony, Kaka's body trembled suddenly, he took out his pistol and pressed the cardboard box to shoot.
However, the living room was empty, Kaka looked up subconsciously and saw that Li Ang had been pasted to the edge of the balcony at some point.
The dark pistol muzzle was facing Kaka's forehead. At this moment, Kaka remembered a lot of things.
His father who abandoned his wife and children and didn't know where he was fooling around, and the mother who got sick and died by doing laundry to make money to support his family~IndoMTL.com~ The younger brother who followed his **** all day, The so-called "Big Brother Gang" who gave himself a piece of colorful stickers and dragged himself into the abyss...
Those people, those things.
If he hadn't accepted the colorful stickers handed to him by the gang eldest brother that day, maybe he wouldn't have become addicted to reading, he wouldn't have dropped out of school, and he would have lived in this **** apartment with his younger brother who was supposed to have a bright future. .
If he was given another chance, he would definitely study hard and take his younger brother to the city to find a decent job as his mother told him before he died.
Ah, I almost forgot, his brother was also dead, in the living room, the one who raised the knife just now.
Slap——
The dull sound of the silencer pistol sounded, and a blood hole appeared on Kaka's forehead, and there was a juvenile, flattering smile on his face.
Another corpse fell to the ground. Li Ang didn't even look at it. He squatted on the ground, his face covered in blood, and said with joy that he was too frightened to say, "Are you alright."
"Ah, me, I'm fine." Joy stammered.
"Very good." Li Ang nodded, walked back to the living room, dragged the bruised-nose operator from the pile of corpses, bandaged his wound a little, and placed him on the living room sofa.
"Help me take care of him."
Li Ang casually instructed: "Wait until the gunfire ceases completely, and you can send him to the hospital, okay?"
"Uh, okay."
He nodded happily, watching Li Ang skillfully remove grenades, shock bombs, rifle magazines and other equipment from the corpses of those teenagers, and pushed the door to leave.