"Mr. Xia, I feel sorry for you to live here tonight." Salahei led Xia Lei into a simple room and said politely.
Xia Lei said: "You're welcome, it's quite nice here."
"Well, I won't disturb Mr. Xia's rest." Salahei walked towards the door.
Xia Lei stopped him, "Mr. Salahei, send more people to patrol tonight. I'm worried that the terrorists will retaliate."
Salahei nodded, "Mr. Xia, please don't worry, I have already made arrangements."
"That's good." Xia Lei said.
After Salahei left, he closed the door and the room suddenly fell into darkness. There were no lights and no sounds. The wind blew through the glassless windows, making a whining sound, which felt like a woman crying.
Xia Lei stood in front of the window, and outside the window was a dilapidated street. The wreckage of vehicles, buildings damaged beyond recognition by shells, and refugees huddled in corners to take shelter from the wind. Darkness shrouds everything, and elements of sadness flow in the air. People here can't see the sun and have no hope.
Two tears rolled out of his eyes. Xia Lei held back tears when he was in the street square, but at this time he could no longer control the sadness in his heart and shed tears.
The main reason for this situation is that he absorbed a large amount of sad desire energy. There are also reasons of his own. With the evolution of his soul, his emotions have become more and more sensitive.
Suddenly, a luminous thing appeared in the dark night sky, flying over here with a tail of fire.
Xia Lei caught it with his sight, and then shouted, "Artillery attack!"
His voice was still passing through the air, and his body had already smashed open the glassless window and jumped out of the room.
The room he lives in is on the third floor. To him, such a height is equivalent to a step down from ordinary people.
Salahei originally arranged some guards to guard the building, which was not seriously damaged. Those people heard Xia Lei calling for warning. Before they could recover, Xia Lei had already dropped from the sky and appeared in front of them.
"Mr. Xia?" Before Salahei could leave, Xia Lei jumped off the building and appeared in front of him, and he was immediately startled.
A large group of guards holding tattered guns also looked at Xia Lei in shock.
"Shelling!" Xia Lei shouted, "Why are you still standing here? Hurry up and evacuate the civilians!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a cannonball fell behind the building. There was a loud bang, and the whole building was shaking. The shock wave of the explosion swept over with cement fragments and dust. Several people standing at the door were immediately thrown to the ground, wailing again and again.
"Go into the basement! Go into the basement!" Salahei came to his senses and roared.
Boom! Boom!
Artillery shells flew over one after another, and buildings fell down one after another. Some people who had no time to hide were also blown to pieces by the artillery shells. The body parts were scattered within a hundred meters radius.
Some were crying, some were wailing, and the entire area where refugees gathered was plunged into fear and chaos.
This is war, the most evil thing that humans can do.
Xia Lei sprinted in the direction of the cannonball as fast as he could. A gust of wind blew up on the streets he passed, picking up countless pieces of trash.
"No matter who it is, if he fires on the refugees, I will kill him!" Xia Lei said a voice in his heart while sprinting at top speed.
Boom!
A shell exploded next to Xia Lei. Shrapnel and cement fragments directly impacted his body. His clothes were instantly riddled with holes, but his skin was intact, not even a piece of skin was broken. He has never tried to withstand bomb bombardment, this time it is a test - now, his body cannot even be torn apart by cannonballs!
Streets and dilapidated buildings were left behind. Within a minute, Xia Lei appeared in an area three kilometers away. His sight soon locked onto a parking lot where several towed howitzers stood.
A dozen armed men were operating the howitzers, loading shells and firing, looking very skillful. They all wore black turbans on their heads, and black flags were wiped on the howitzer positions. They were apparently accomplices of the terrorists who attacked heavy trucks at dusk.
At that time, Xia Lei did not have the snipers to hunt down the group of terrorists. His purpose was to let the terrorists in the city know his methods and not dare to attack the personnel, vehicles and materials of the rescue association.
Now, the terrorists have given him a response, which is to fire on the refugee area he assisted!
Many defenses were built around the howitzer positions. Some were bulletproof walls made of sandbags, and some were defense lines set up with forklifts. Hundreds of terrorists gathered in an open space outside the howitzer position. There were dozens of combat vehicles converted from pickup trucks parked in the open space, as well as some cheap motorcycles and cars.
An Arab man in his early fifties walked out of a door. He was not wearing traditional Arab clothing, but a suit. There was no turban on his head, and his hair was gray and not very long. He did not have the characteristic Arab beard, and his chin was shaved cleanly with a razor. When such a person goes out, no one will suspect that he is a terrorist. He looks like an ordinary white-collar worker with a decent job and no worries about food and clothing.
Xia Lei's eyes were already locked on him. He has killed too many such people on the Star of Hope. He can tell who is a good person and who is a bad person at a glance.
"Blow up that place!" The gray-haired Arab man walked to the edge of the howitzer position and shouted at the terrorist operating the howitzer.
boom! boom! boom!
Several more shells flew into the sky, heading towards the area where refugees gathered.
"Do those criminals think they have found a savior? They are wrong. Joining us is their only way to survive." The gray-haired Arab man said sternly: "Since they chose that Chinese boy, then we don't have to give them any more They have time. After the bombing, we rush into White Pearl and kill them all!"
"Kill them all!" A voice responded.
Xia Lei's eyes moved to an abandoned shop next to him, and then fell on a solid iron rod. He reached out and made a move, and the iron rod that was as high as his body flew into his hand. It felt heavy when I first got it, weighing at least fifty kilograms.
Xia Lei walked to the parking lot carrying the iron bar.
"Who?" Someone spotted Xia Lei and shouted.
Xia Lei didn't answer and quickened his pace.
"Damn it, he's not one of ours!" someone yelled, "Kill him!"
A searchlight mounted on the top of a forklift suddenly lit up, and the bright light suddenly shone on Xia Lei.
Xia Lei's clothes were riddled with holes and were already in disrepair. But his face was clean and clear under the light. The childlike face of sixteen or seventeen years old, black hair, and yellow skin all fit the characteristics of a person, that is—a magical boy!
"It's him! Kill the bearded boy!" someone shouted in horror.
The one who spoke was none other than Xia Lei's sniper!
Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang…
Gunshots suddenly rang out, not once or twice, but in a large area. At this moment, at least two hundred guns were shooting in Xia Lei's direction. If the bullets fired in one or two seconds were added together, they would weigh at least twice Xia Lei's weight!
But none of the bullets could hit Xia Lei, they all hovered in the air.
"Go to hell!" Xia Lei roared loudly, sprinted in two steps, jumped into the air, and flew over the heads of dozens of terrorists blocking the entrance to the parking lot in a flash. At that moment, the big iron rod in his hand was swung with a roar.
Bang bang bang…
The unique sound of blunt objects hitting flesh sounded, and each terrorist flew up. Some had their heads exploded by a stick, some had their necks cut in two, and some had their chests pressed against their backs!
With one stick, a bloody road appeared.
Xia Lei didn't stop. When corpses were flying everywhere, he had already reached the terrorists who were operating howitzers from all over the world. The big iron rod in his hand was used again, swinging out an afterimage like a second-speed electric fan.
Bang bang bang…
One after another, the terrorists operating the howitzers also flew up. This time, they were all headshots, and no one's head was intact.
The reason why Xia Lei killed the terrorists operating the howitzers first was very simple. If these people lived for one second longer, one more shell would be fired, and refugees would be injured, bleed, or even die!
In just two or three seconds, the entire howitzer position was cleared.
Xia Lei turned around and faced hundreds of terrorists and thousands of warheads hovering in the void.
Under the illumination of searchlights, some of the warheads were still red, while others emitted lights as bright as gold.
I don’t know why, but the gunfire suddenly stopped.
Xia Lei walked towards hundreds of terrorists holding a blood-stained iron rod. The iron rod made a swishing sound as it rubbed against the concrete floor. His footsteps, the sound of the iron rod, everything brings fear to the life in this space.
What kind of magical boy is he
He is simply the god of death for cosplay boys!
A tattooed terrorist suddenly threw away the gun in his hand and suddenly knelt on the ground, muttering, "Devil, devil... the end is really coming, the end, the end is coming..."
Xia Lei suddenly accelerated, swung the fifty-pound iron rod, and whipped it like a whip.
Bang!
The heads of a row of terrorists exploded instantly, and brains, blood, bone fragments and other things flew in a mess.
"Devil!" The terrorists collapsed, turned around and ran away.
The leader was caught in the middle of a group of terrorists and ran away. For some reason, he looked back.
At that moment—
Whoosh!
The big iron rod suddenly flew through the air, pierced through his eyes with a click, and then emerged from the back of his head.
The leader of this group of terrorists was killed, but this was not the end of the killing, but the beginning.
The energy generated by fear filled this space and was extremely strong.
This is death's feast.