Now that the relationship has fallen out, there is no need for Anna to hide anything.
While the IMF is in a state of confusion, she must accumulate enough strength as quickly as possible and start fighting back.
When these ships were about to reach the Indian Ocean,
Some believers who were qualified to wear silver Futan pendants began to take out sharp tools made of gold and wipe them carefully.
The deck had already been cleared, and the ceremony would begin as soon as the time came.
What Anna did was very practical and reasonable, and there was nothing wrong with it.
But by doing so, she completely ignored the feelings of the only person she cared about on the surface.
At this time, Gao Zhiming walked out of the cockpit and came to the deck holding the stair handrail.
To his right were rows of people with their hands bound.
There was nothing but fear in these people's eyes at this moment.
Their spirits were extremely depressed, they staggered from side to side and didn't even have the strength to stand up.
This is normal. Some of these people are going to die anyway, and it would be a complete waste to bring them supplies. As long as they don't starve to death, it's fine.
Gao Zhiming knew them. They were students and office workers a few days ago, but now they have all become slaves.
"Water, I need water, I'm so thirsty..." A young girl lying on the ground opened her dry and pale lips and pleaded to Gao Zhiming.
Gao Zhiming had begged for food before, and he knew how painful this most basic human need was.
He couldn't refuse the other party's request, so he immediately rushed to his room, took out an iced drink from the refrigerator and stuffed it into the man's arms.
For every one person, there are two people. Seeing everyone surrounding him and the hands reaching out to him, Gao Zhiming finally turned around and fled. He could not help everyone.
Tears rolled down his face, more and more, until he finally broke down and burst into tears.
In the end, Gao Zhiming was like an abandoned child, huddled in a corner, with his head buried in his folded arms, crying loudly to vent his emotions.
A soft hand reached out and lifted up his hunched head.
What appeared before Anna was a big clown face covered with snot and tears.
She didn't show any disgust at all, and took the tissue and gently wiped him clean.
"Sister, they are different from those people in the past. They are not bad people. They are good people. They are all good people! Can we let them go?" Gao Zhiming said almost begging.
Anna didn't explain anything. She reached out and pulled Gao Zhiming up and walked towards their room.
"Sister, they are not threatening us. Can you let them go? Can we go and catch the pirates?"
Gao Zhiming grabbed the hand that was being dragged and pulled it back hard, but his strength was totally not enough in front of Anna.
"Sister, please speak."
Anna had pinched Gao Zhiming's hand until it was bruised, but she still didn't say a word.
Gao Zhiming's struggle turned into biting. He tore at Anna's forearm like crazy, trying to make her let him go.
"Bang!" Gao Zhiming was thrown directly onto the bed. When he sat up, he found that Anna was closing the door and was about to lock herself in.
At this moment, Gao Zhiming's tone finally turned into complete disappointment and anger.
He shouted in a trembling voice: "You liar, you are the bad guy! You monster! You murderer!!"
"Haha, you are so stupid that you just react now." Anna sneered and her body split open, revealing her tentacle prototype.
"My race is Diwait, and humans are our food. I really don't know what illusions you have about us?"
Anna opened her bloody mouth and roared madly at Gao Zhiming in front of her.
Gao Zhiming cried even louder. At this moment, his ideal image of Anna completely collapsed.
He could hypnotize himself by saying that those people he had killed before were chasing him, but when he saw those faces, he could no longer deceive himself.
"Bang!" The door slammed shut and was locked from the outside.
Anna, with an expression as cold as ice, came out of the cockpit, her eyes fixed on the latitude and longitude on the dashboard.
A Futan believer next to him pushed the door open a little too hard and was instantly torn in half by Anna and stuffed into her stomach.
Anna was not hungry, she did this just to vent her frustration.
Looking at the blood foam splashing in the air, everyone suddenly fell silent, not daring to make any overly drastic moves for fear of following in the footsteps of that unlucky guy.
In this extremely depressing environment, these several large ships finally arrived at the designated location.
An iron anchor weighing more than ten tons was lowered and smashed into the seabed.
Everyone stopped and looked at Anna, waiting for her next order.
Anna reached out and picked up the microphone that linked all the ship communications. She looked through the cockpit glass at all the people who had been dragged onto the deck.
Looking at those terrified faces, Anna found herself hesitating. She couldn't sacrifice these people like she had done with the 2 million people in the East China Sea.
"This is impossible! My mind has never been changed by that fragile body, never!!"
Anna opened her mouth again, and Gao Zhiming's disappointed look just now flashed through her mind.
"Why would I care what he thinks? What a joke! He can think whatever I want him to think! Everyone, get moving!"
Anna's voice was transmitted to all ships through the radio, and the golden blades that had been raised high fell one after another and pierced into the chests of the sacrifices.
The various organs of human beings were constantly pulled apart by the flesh and blood, forming a flesh and blood magic circle on the ground as a sacrifice to Futan.
The sacrifices were all old people, children and women, while those who entered the magic circle and were transformed were all young and middle-aged people.
No matter how much pain and hatred were in their eyes before they entered the magic circle.
But when they walked out of the magic circle and were covered with black robes, the only thing left in their eyes was extreme paranoia and fanaticism.
Desperate screams and cries filled the sky above the Indian Ocean, and the blood dripping from the deck gradually dyed the nearby sea surface completely red.
Watching that group of people being converted into Futan believers one after another, Anna showed a satisfied smile on her face.
This is just the beginning. Soon her army of fanatics will multiply exponentially. The IMF’s defeat is already doomed!
The sacrifice process was bloody but boring. Anna turned and left the cockpit and walked towards Gao Zhiming's room.
Forget it. This little brat’s emotions are quite volatile. I should explain everything to him.
Anna walked down the corridor and came to the door of Charles' room.
Before she could open the door, Anna was stunned. She smelled something wrong inside.
Anna quickly pulled down the locked door, and a miserable and desperate scene appeared in front of her.
Gao Zhiming slumped over on the bed, lying powerlessly on the side with a pistol in his right hand.
All the flesh and blood above his jaw were no longer connected to each other. Under the impact of gunpowder, the skull, brain, and eyeballs were sprayed on the wall, forming an exquisite oil painting.
(End of this chapter)