Thriller Paradise Chapter 137: Earth Wasteland (10)

Feng Bujue came to Hank and stood still. He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't speak immediately, but was thinking.

Hanke looked at the "outsider" nervously with a look of fear, and couldn't guess what the other party's idea was. Feng Bujue's brief silence turned into an invisible pressure.

About thirty seconds later, Feng Bujue took out his pistol from his bag and asked, "Do you know what this is?"

Hank shook his head.

"This is a weapon popular in the 20th to 21st centuries." Feng Bujue said, "You should always know the meaning of the word ‘weapon’?"

Hank nodded and said: "I know...but...what is the century...?"

Feng Bujue said: Don’t even have this concept... It seems that they have been enslaved very thoroughly.

He calmly said, "In other words, the weapons used by people about 400 to 500 years ago."

Hank asked tremblingly: "Why... tell me this?"

Feng Bujue sneered, "I mainly hope you have an idea of ​​this thing." He said, pointing his finger at the muzzle: "As long as I move my finger, there will be something called a bullet from here. It flies out, and its flying speed is faster than the object launched by the anti-gravity catapult. If you use it to attack humans..." He began to scare Hank: "If you hit the head, your brain will explode, if you hit your body, your internal organs will be shattered. , Hit the limbs, that limb will lose mobility and will bleed more..." He put on a terrible expression, like a mental illness that can resist the desire to kill.

Expression is an international language, and it's cross-age. Even if two people are separated by a thousand years, they can still understand the emotions and sorrows written on their faces, so Feng Bujue successfully frightened each other.

Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped talking about pistols and asked: "How many people are there in your village?"

"This...what are you asking about this?" Hank asked back nervously.

"What's the matter? You don't want to tell me?" Feng Bujue smiled: "Are you afraid that I will use this gun to deal with them?" He asked knowingly. First showed a weapon that the other party didn't understand at all, and then immediately asked the question of the population. Everyone would think about that.

"I...our village has a hundred thousand people!" Hank seemed to have plucked up his courage and replied with a louder voice.

"Really...hehe..." Feng Bujue said with a relaxed tone. He shook his pistol in front of Hank: "From the automatic navigation point of view, we will arrive in about twenty minutes. Your village is here. According to my observation, your village is very hostile to outsiders..." He paused. Then he said: "If they attack us as soon as they see us... I have a thousand bullets in my pistol, even if my hit rate is about 60 to 70%, how many people will you say will die in your village?"

The mad trace Jianying in the distance almost fell off the chair when he heard the words, and said to his heart: "You kid really dare to fool, a pistol, a thousand rounds of bullets?" Where to pretend? Different dimensional magazines? Besides, the rate of fire of the pistol, even if you really have a thousand rounds, and your arms and hands can hold it, it will be almost half an hour after firing a thousand shots. Could the people in the village line up one by one to let you? kill?

"No...please. Don't kill the people in the village!" Hank pleaded, "There are only five thousand people in our village..."

"Hey! I really believe it!" Kuangzong Jianying said in surprise. However, he was pretending to be calm on the surface, facing the two of them, sitting in the passenger seat in a constant daze.

"I can promise you not to kill." Feng Bujue said: "But you have to cooperate with us."

"Ok...ok...what do you want me to do." Hank said tremblingly.

"Look, Hank." Feng Bujue's tone became quite sincere again. This is the so-called combination of soft and hard: "No matter what prejudice you have towards'outsiders', you should have seen it. Me and me Friends of, are not very bloodthirsty, even if you attacked us with a catapult first. We didn’t kill you, did we?"

Hank nodded.

Kuangzong Jianying was shaking his head at this moment, and muttered in a low voice: "Although he didn't kill him, the threat of death is escalating, is there..."

"We just want to take a look at your village, and then we will leave." Feng Bujue continued: "Don't worry, this is not an investigation. There will be no'outsiders army' coming to attack you later. The two of us are just travelers, simply out of curiosity, want to visit your village."

Hanke was skeptical about these words. He did feel that the existence of the so-called "outsiders army" was unlikely, but if the two men were purely visiting the village, he would not believe him if they were killed.

"But...your village is obviously very xenophobic and has a deep-rooted misunderstanding of humans outside the village." Feng Bujue observed Hank’s expression and said, "Under normal circumstances, I think your village Anyone will hurt us regardless of the reason. The two sides have no chance to communicate." He shook his head: "Once an armed conflict occurs, you should be very clear about the result." He raised his hand and clicked with his thumb. Pointing the Kuangzong Jianying behind him: "I promise, my friend can kill more than a thousand of you with only cold weapons."

Kuangzong Jianying finally couldn't help but turn his head and vomit: "Are you playing Mowing Wushuang?"

Hanke doesn’t understand what he’s talking about anyway~IndoMTL.com~Feng Bujue borrowed the donkey from the slope, and said with a solemn expression: "What he means is, for him, kill a thousand Individuals are as easy as harvesting crops."

Hanke was already sweating coldly. Hearing these words, the scene where the mad traces of the sword appeared in front of him instantly like ghosts and charms appeared in front of him again, which made him even more convinced of the teachings of the village rituals: outsiders are all It is the devil, powerful, cunning, and good at deceiving people. No matter how harmless, pitiful or even beautiful on the surface, they must be killed without hesitation. Don't even give them a chance to speak.

Feng Bujue’s words continued: "Trust me, I, like you, don’t want to see that happen." He patted Hank’s shoulder with one hand, "As long as you follow the plan I said, bring When we enter the village, I promise that I will not hurt anyone. My friends and I will stay in your village for a few hours at most, and then we will leave. After that, you will be free. Do whatever you want and call someone immediately. It’s okay to come and kill us.” He paused for two seconds, looked at the changes in Hank’s expression, and then added: “At this moment, you can’t believe what I’m saying, but you have to weigh it. If you don’t cooperate, the situation will happen. What's it like?" He turned around, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Time is running out. If you think about it for too long, the sandfish cabin will reach your destination. At that time... we can only act by chance. Enter by force..."