"As long as you are strong enough." Liu Chang stretched his waist vigorously, and after a series of "crackling" sounds from the bones in his body, he became more energetic, "What a simple and straightforward truth, as long as you are strong, you can survive , as long as you are strong, you can save the people around you, which is very apocalyptic!"
"Yes, this is the last word, it's the last word." After the boss said this, he took the second brother's hand, got up and was about to go out, "Today we will go and find out for you in this district where there is any smelting factory Or places like arsenals, the end of the world is almost five years old, and with Beijing's manpower, material and financial resources, there should be new types of factories built."
"Well, be careful on the road..." Liu Chang followed the boss and second child out, "Do you need my help?"
"No need!" The two children shouted, opened the door and disappeared at the end of the corridor.
And Liu Chang also went straight to the rooftop, then picked up the knife that was placed there yesterday, and started his own knife swing practice.
Today's practice didn't last long, and he stopped the most important thing at the moment—because he smelled someone coming—a group of people, men and women, went up from downstairs to upstairs, preparing to enter the room where they lived. On the third floor, the person leading this group is the hotel proprietress, and behind them are a group of men.
Smelling this scent, Liu Chang hurried down from the rooftop - because he had just thrown the proprietress down from the third floor two days ago, and now that she brought a group of men over, it was clear why she came here.
"Where's that son of a bitch named Liu Chang? Come out to my old lady!" The proprietress's voice came first before she arrived. It was obvious that Qiu, who was thrown from upstairs a few days ago, had already made her furious, and she didn't want to wait for a moment. up.
Afterwards, her scream naturally alarmed the people on the whole floor, and then Zhou Kai, Li Feng, Qingyin and others all walked out of the room, and He Zhizhi also came out of the room rubbing her eyes—she was completely exhausted now. Reversing the jet lag, watching people at night and sleeping during the day, she who was sleeping before, naturally didn't smell anyone coming.
"Where's Liu Chang's son of a bitch?" The proprietress brought people up from the second floor and stopped at the entrance of the corridor. Standing behind her were a dozen big men with guns.
Looking at her situation, Li Feng and Zhou Kai did not act rashly - although they knew that Liu Chang would be able to control such a small situation, but now that they are in conflict, if the other party's gun goes off and someone is injured, it is natural not good.
"He's practicing knives upstairs!" Milan is a psychiatrist, so he naturally knew how to prevent the proprietress' impatience from breaking out, so she said frankly, "He's upstairs, and he'll probably come down soon."
"Where are you practicing sword?" The proprietress frowned, and with her expression, the skin on her face that had been scratched two days ago gave her a burst of pain like a knife, "Damn, what year is it, are you practicing sword? Think martial arts novels? What does he want to do when practicing swords? Cutting cockroaches? Let him get down quickly and give my mother thirty-three bangs!"
"Kowtow?" Liu Chang stood at the other end of the aisle, and smiled. He had already been here before the old lady went upstairs, but he didn't think of a speech, so he didn't show up. So I didn't see him tens of meters away from me. At this time, the furious proprietress heard his voice, and naturally couldn't suppress her anger anymore.
She stomped in the direction of the source of the sound. Her plump body was trembling because of anger or heavy footsteps. She believed that there were more than a dozen gunmen behind her, so she could completely suppress the situation, so she walked It was extremely majestic, and the footsteps clanged all the way to Liu Chang, and then looked up at him.
"I'm sorry about what happened two days ago." Liu Chang looked down at the bruises and scratches on the woman's face, and apologized a little guiltyly, "The last two days were because I was in a really bad mood, so it was important to take action. It's a little bit, after all, we live in your shop, although you are indeed a bit fucked up, but you shouldn't be thrown from upstairs."
"Hehe, do you know how to apologize now?" The proprietress glanced at the big knife in Liu Chang's hand, but she didn't show any fear at all. After all, these days, only the most down-and-out people would use a knife-because they couldn't afford a gun, and they couldn't afford it. Can't find bullets. It is well known that hot weapons are stronger than cold weapons, and now that she has more than a dozen gunmen behind her, she is naturally not afraid of a machete.
"I'm really sorry, look..." Liu Chang looked carefully at the injury on the proprietress's face, and then said: "No way, your face fell hard, I'll pay you fifty catties of food, let's say it's bullshit It's okay."
Fifty catties of grain and food, this is not a small amount of compensation in today's Beijing. If it is placed on the street, countless people are willing to jump from the third floor to exchange for one-tenth of the grain . However, the proprietress in front of her would definitely not agree, because she had already taken control of the situation.
It's also because she knows that these people are foreigners, even if something happened to her today, no one will come to her for revenge.
"Equal?" The proprietress looked at Liu Chang's chin, "What is even?"
"It's just that we don't owe each other. Don't bother me. I won't bother you. That's what I mean." Liu Changming knew that the proprietress was looking for faults, so he patiently explained the last time, "You don't suffer from fifty catties of grain. Look at the people you brought, they probably haven’t eaten for a few days, they all look sluggish.”
"Gao Jie, what did he just say? They have fifty catties of grain? It's not broken?" Some of the dozen gunmen behind heard the conversation between Liu Chang and the proprietress.
"I don't know. Our hotel doesn't have cold storage. Even if they have it, it must be broken. There shouldn't be fifty catties of grain." The proprietress turned around and said, "I want to know, can't we just go in and search?"
"Don't let us search our room." Hearing what the proprietress said, Liu Chang finally lost all the patience to talk nonsense with her, pushed away the plump body lying in front of him, and walked up to the gunman in three steps at a time. At the front of the team, looking at the leading man, "I don't have any food in my room, and whether there is or not, I won't let you step into that room."
"What if I ruin it?" The man looked at Liu Chang and raised his rifle. "Before I came, I was actually thinking about one question—this question is very simple, whether I should talk nonsense to you."
"Gao Jie told me before that you are from other places, and you don't seem to know anyone here. So I struggled a bit, should I kill you and steal things, or make a deal with you."
People who are in absolute control are usually honest with the weak - and so are people who think they are in control, of course. So the man did not beat around the bush at all, and spoke the truth.
"But from the moment I heard that you have fifty catties of grain, I don't intend to talk nonsense to you. If you have fifty catties of food, no matter whether the news is true or not, I will ask you to die." After the man said these words, he pulled the trigger naturally, and the rifle spit out several bullets with the flames.
The speed of the bullet was very slow in Liu Chang's eyes, but the speed at which the man pulled the trigger was even slower.
Standing a few meters away from the opponent, Liu Chang clearly grasped every subtle movement of the opponent, and then he "just put the knife there in advance" as if the boss handed him in a dream.
Afterwards, he sliced through three bullets that followed before and after, and then sliced through the gun. Afterwards, the big knife drew a cold arc all the way, dividing the man into two evenly from bottom to top.
Puff!
This is the sound of cutting meat with a big knife. Liu Chang heard it in the vegetable market before—he heard it again today, but this time the knife is no longer a dead animal, but a living person.
Hot, bloody, people.
Cutting a person into two even pieces with one knife requires high cutting skills and strong strength—Liu Chang is not lacking in these two points. It is more than enough to cut the flesh of a person, and now he sees the opponent spraying him with a gun, his first reaction, conditioned reflex, has done it hundreds of thousands of times, that is, to chop with a knife.
Then the picture is very tragic, very cinematic.
A person was divided into two halves, and because the knife was too fast and the cut was too precise, it took a long time for the two bodies to separate and fly away before blood was spilled, and then there was a strong heat and a pungent smell, as well as full of blood. Di's viscera flowed out from Shufei's body.
"Steaming..." Cutting a person into two pieces with one knife, Liu Chang no longer had the sticky and nauseating feeling when he killed someone a few years ago. Just like the cook who felt uncomfortable after beating the fish to death for the first time, his first reaction after the murder changed from being sad to watching.
See what kind of results you get after doing this.
Then, his first feeling was "steaming".
Now the season in Beijing has reached late autumn, or early winter, and the weather in early winter in Beijing is very cold. Now Liu Chang estimates that the surrounding temperature is usually around seven or eight degrees, and it is even close to zero at night. Therefore, the two slices of hot meat are splashed on the ground with the plasma viscera, and they are steaming and steaming on the spot—like a plate. Well cooked dish.
Or called, boiled paste.
Dead people are not so good-looking, no matter how many dead people you have seen, even if you are used to bloody scenes, Liu Chang has never found the slightest sense of beauty here, so when he saw the steaming hot paste here At that time, he and a dozen other gunmen huddled together looked at each other, and at the same time saw displeasure in each other's eyes.
It's just that his displeasure was not mixed with other emotions—but there was panic and fear in the eyes of the other party.
So, the other party raised the gun again.
Therefore, Liu Chang immediately raised the knife.