"Gun!?" Lin Wanyu couldn't help exclaiming when he heard this.
Luo Ye nodded, "Yes, it's a gun. A 0.44 caliber desert eagle. I recognized it at a glance, because it was the pistol of the two soldiers killed by me and Sha yesterday."
"Why is it in their hands?" Lin Wanyu asked nervously.
A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Luo Ye’s mouth, “Because the most indispensable thing in the world is idiots. They don’t know that some things cannot be taken, at least in the circumstances at the time. And be responsible."
"Are these children you talking about the same as you?" Lin Wanyu asked.
"Yes." Luo Ye replied: "We are the same group of children who were thrown into the slums."
"How many of them are there?"
"Nine." Luo Ye said, "The other children are dead."
Lin Wanyu took a deep breath, "What kind of parents would allow such cruel things to happen? Isn't this a training session? Shouldn't your safety be the prerequisite?"
"This is not training. You can treat this as an assessment. The passing line means that you are alive, and those who fail are dead."
Lin Wanyu sighed, "But anyway, I think you and Sha should join them. After all, the power of unity..."
Luo Ye interrupted her unceremoniously, "Don't be wishful thinking, my eldest lady. They just want to grab my things and don't want me to join. You know, although the strength of unity is great, a meal requires nine. Open mouth, plus me and Sha, it is eleven mouths. Such a group must grab the supply of the army to get enough food. More importantly, I don’t want to be with idiots at all. They took the soldiers’ guns. The warlords will definitely be furious, their hardship is behind, and I don't want to follow them to death."
"Then how did you convince them to let you go?"
"Use a knife." Luo Ye said of course: "Although the blond boy headed by him is tall and hideous, and has a loaded desert eagle in his hand, I am not afraid of him at all. I am sure he is not. Dare to shoot. They buried the place close to the town in order to rob passers-by who bought things from the town. This strategy is okay. The problem is that he will startle the army as soon as he shoots. He knows it himself. That is seeking a dead end.
Also, they robbed the wrong object. I am as hungry as they are, and I need food. I have to save the brakes. I just killed two adults and licked a few grams of drugs. My blood is full of adrenaline and my nerves are extremely excited.
I almost didn't hesitate to thrust the general into the throat of the boy who had attacked me before, and then force the general to stab and pull it out, pointing at their leader with dripping blood.
The children who besieged me involuntarily took a step back, and they were frightened by my momentum and methods.
The blond boy with the gun did not move back, his face turned pale from shock, he raised his pistol, his muzzle trembling slightly.
I clearly know that they won't let me go so easily. The things I brought are too tempting-butter, salt, lighters, pots, these things they want in their dreams. If I'm dealing with ordinary children, I don't have any pressure at all, but it is a pity that I'm facing a beast that has been trained like me and is about to starve. With one person against eight, there is almost no chance of winning. Even if I can kill seven, in the end, the blond boy will see that the situation is gone, he will definitely take the risk and use a gun to deal with me. At that time, he really did not care whether the gunshots would It was heard by the warlord of the town.
I have to negotiate with him to exchange for my own safety with a very small price, but if I want to take the initiative in the negotiation, I must stand up and show my strength before I can get the result I want in the negotiation. There is no dignified negotiation. It's just a compromise.
I squeezed the military thorns, and prepared to take action before they slowed down. I leaped towards the boy nearest to me. He was thinner than me, his face was bloodless, and his lips were chapped. I felt the wood in his hand. The sticks are heavier than him—in fact, I am not much better.
He saw me rushing up and hurriedly met him. After all, both of us have received professional combat training. When we were physically weak, he still used a wooden stick to carry me three moves. In the fourth move, I kicked him to the ground, his eyes flashed with the desire to survive, and my heart was cruel, and he cut his ventricular blood vessels with a single blow.
The blood spurted on my clothes blanket, arms, and face. I turned my head and continued to point at the blond boy with the tip of a military stabbing knife.
It is not difficult to see from the expression on his face that he already understands what I mean. I warned him that I would continue to kill unless he put down his weapon. Although there is no threat to him holding the gun now, it is a gesture of surrender to let him put down the gun.
He licked his lips, then slowly put down the gun, but his expression was still full of provocation. He told me that I had to leave things behind, or I would have to pay for my companions.
companion? I almost laughed, he didn't even know what a real companion was. The two children I killed were the thinnest and most useless characters in his team, in order not to really irritate him, I guess he was secretly happy that he could give two more mouths.
But I didn't laugh in the end. I know that now that the negotiation has started, and the other party has revealed the price, I have to counter-offer.
I walked to my pile of things and inserted the bloody army stab into the ground. The army stab stood in the most obvious position. No one dared to act rashly. I broke off the yellow salt block the size of my finger and threw it to them.
Several boys desperately ran over and rushed into a frenzy. The blond boy yelled, finally stabilizing the scene. He turned his head and told me that it was not enough.
I broke another bit of butter, he shook his head at me, I was cruel, and added a bit more, giving them a fifth.
The blond boy pointed to the small bags scattered on the ground and asked me what it was.
I didn't tell them that it was drugs, but silently threw a few bags to them. This time the other boys didn't grab them, they picked them up in an orderly manner and piled them together.
The blond boy pointed at my lighter and hooked his finger. He is very shrewd and knows the importance of lighters in survival. At that time, disposable lighters were not popular in Africa. Of course I couldn't let him. I grabbed the handle of the military thorn and told him straightforwardly not to wishful thinking.
The situation became tense again, and there was dead silence all around.
I let go of the army thorns, grabbed a handful of banknotes from the blanket, and threw the two with the largest face value on the ground. All that money is enough to buy a piece of salt and butter in the town. My bargaining chip is absolutely tempting.
The blond boy obviously hesitated for a long time, he didn't understand why I suddenly changed my pretentious strategy. But in the end he nodded and smiled at the corner of his mouth.
I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. You know, after I burned down the small drug factory, I didn't plan to enter the town, and it was useless to ask for money. The blond boy thought he was taking advantage of it, and to me, it was more like a new life with a pile of waste paper.
I picked up my things and they gave me an exit.
The blond boy seemed to have some interest in me and invited me to join his team. I ignored him and quickly walked into the thick night.
I deliberately walked around in the slums, crawling around, and shook off the two tails that followed me. But I was still worried, and walked around the unsmelling stinking ditch for three full times before returning to the hiding place.
When I came back, I was still in a coma, my lips were purple, my eyes were out of focus, and my body was trembling. This is why his own defense system is fighting inflammation. He was very strong and survived until I came back. I hurriedly simmered a pot of water in the broken pot I bought, added some salt and butter, and helped him to pour it down. His teeth were closed tightly, and I had to pry open his mouth with a military thorn.
After drinking the salt water, Sha's consciousness was a little clearer, and she looked at me with clear white eyes, as if she wanted to ask me why I didn't kill him. I ignored his expression, found the dried meat, patted off the dust on it, tore out a few shreds of meat with my teeth, and chewed vigorously in my mouth. When it turned into meat residue, I did not swallow it, but Spit it into the palm of his hand and put it into his mouth.
He struggled feebly and vomited out. The meat dregs fell to the ground and fell into scattered pieces.
I don't know where the anger came from, and I slapped his face with a slap. The strength was so strong that even my own palms ached. For one bite, I was beaten, scolded, and killed others, but Shah threw out all my efforts—
Blood oozes from the corner of his mouth, pointing to the army thorn thrown on the ground, and his fingertips return to his heart.
I immediately understood what he meant. He did not dislike me, but felt that he was dying and it was not worth my wasting food for him.
I cried.
While crying, I grabbed the meat residue on the ground, mixed with dust, and put it back into Sha's mouth. I grabbed his neck and told him fiercely that he would die in the future, but he was definitely not lying here and starving to death.
I don't know if it is because of my fists or because of my tears, Shi started to swallow food.
I found the belt, cut off a part, and then cut this part into finger-sized pieces, selected the smallest two pieces, and threw them into the pot, ready to eat my first and last meal of the day .
There is salt, oil, hot pot of hot water, and I'm still alive.
I'm so satisfied.
For several days after that, I did not leave the hiding place. The situation was very tense outside, and the sound of gunshots could be heard from time to time. I guess the warlord was very angry. One of the soldiers we killed that day must be a big officer. Otherwise, it would be impossible to wear the expensive Desert Eagle pistol. In addition, I blew up his drug processing factory. Turn it over.
Sha has been in a semi-conscious state. Although the food is tight, I still try to leave the best things to him. I know that this actually violates the law of survival that I have always believed in, but I am not a person who regrets easily. Since I have decided to save him, I will do my best.
After a few more days, Shah finally couldn't stand it anymore. I finally made up my mind, grabbing the drugs in one hand and the stab in the other, and walked to him..."