Survival begins with Red Dead Redemption 2

Chapter 138, Chapter 137

137,

"Boom, bang, bang..."

The shotgun with a deformed barrel hit the flesh continuously.

After seeing the cruel scene before, the person who was beaten didn't even dare to beg for mercy, but turned his begging eyes to Huang Feihong who was pushed aside, but even this little hope was moved over Blocked by a mass of darkness.

Dai Ping'an's head was still hurting, the fresh smell of blood only stimulated his nerves and paralyzed his pain, it didn't make him feel any relief or relief, on the contrary, his whole head became heavier and heavier.

A few bulging veins stretched from the top of his head, forehead, temples, all the way to the back of his head, pulling his brain tighter and tighter, the irritability in his heart, the urge to vent, and the aroused killing intent were also strong for a while. After a while.

Looking at the wasteful virtue of the people being escorted by the cavalry, Dai Ping'an's sore right hand couldn't help touching the holster of his gun.

"Is there any wine left?"

"It's already the third bottle, drink less."

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Taking advantage of the process of holding the wine, Dai Ping'an moved his eager palm away from the gun, smiled with Javier, and drank the wine bottle in one gulp.

Cold alcohol was poured down his throat, and immediately turned into a ball of flames that burned in his stomach. The spreading heat dispelled the chill from his body, and made Dai Pingan's head clearer.But the damn buzzing sound is still there, and there is still that sentence entwined in it——

"It's amazing to have a gun!"

Yes, holding a gun is amazing!

For a moment, Dai Ping'an's red eyes turned to those people involuntarily.

A few shits and shit, only know the trash in the nest, even if he kills it now, so what, is it possible that Uncle Han dare not hand him over?

And Uncle Han.

An old thing who has lived on dogs for decades, dares to watch people order dishes in front of him.If you are obsequious in front of foreigners, and dare to talk about "rules" when you come to him, do you pretend that he has no gun in his hand or that there is no bullet in his gun?
He is in charge of this bunch of trash, and the "good people" in the camp are also his people.
And the "good people" in the camp, are there really only those on the list?A few people can confess hundreds of people, and a few people can seal the news tightly?The ones on the list are only guilty of serious crimes, and the others must also be involved.

They are forced to eat a meal, but helpless in order to survive, but is this the reason?Since they can betray others in order to survive, they should also know that they should pay the price for doing something wrong!
You have to understand them, but who will understand those who were arrested, and who will understand him, Dai Pingan!No, he doesn't need others' understanding, nor does he need to understand others, let alone the dead!
Before dawn, what he had to deal with was the Closhangburg barracks. This was not a joke about robbing a bank, let alone a joke about a kid burning a bar.What he has to do is to attack a country's armed forces and challenge a country's war machine.

When this matter is over, even if he survives by chance, he will have to face an armed attack from a country. It is better to die than to live at that time. Why doesn't he just do it cleanly and thoroughly.

With a fire, the camp of the Chinese laborers can be completely burned down, and when the matter of the cloth shop is over, the town of Armadillo will be killed. Anyway, those people are not good things, anyway, it has been burned to pieces The ruins, and a few more tents were burned, and no one could tell them apart...

Wait, there is one more person,

A person who is in the way, a person who opposes him everywhere and stands in his way.

If it wasn't for this person, he wouldn't be in the way when he was doing things. If it wasn't for this person, Major Milton, who was ambushing on the O'Bravo Heights, would not have been exposed in advance.

This person will definitely not let himself do this, so why can't he let the other party die first?

What about heroes?At gunpoint, a hero can't help anyone;
What about the doctor?Hanging the pot to help the world, the doctor also has a disease that cannot cure him;

Doctors should die for diseases that cannot be cured, and heroes who cannot help others have no need to live!

A dead hero is a good hero. Since you want to be a hero so much, why should you be stingy with the bullets in your gun, but go and help.

With one evil thought, thousands of barriers will be opened.

The night wind was still blowing in the wilderness, but Dai Ping'an couldn't feel any chill, and his buzzing head finally calmed down the moment he decided to do it.

He clenched the handle of the revolver tightly, and his bloodshot eyes slowly moved from those trash to Huang Feihong's body.It was at this time that he saw a trace of regret that shouldn't have appeared on Huang Feihong's face.

regret?

Who do you regret?
Is it those little brats who only know how to behave in the nest, or the old thing in the camp who relies on the old to sell the old?
Are they so worthy of your sympathy, pity and pity?Does that mean that what Dai Pingan did was worthless, and what was wrong would be a complete failure.

What's wrong with him?

Was it wrong for him to hold a gun?

He doesn't want to live like a dog, is that wrong?

He wants to live like a person, like a normal person, like a person who is not discriminated against by others, is it wrong?

Do not,
he was right
Wrong is the world!
The fault is those who don't want him to live well!

It was Huang Feihong who was wrong!
It doesn't matter, there is no need to worry about the problem that can be solved with one bullet.

Dai Ping'an relaxed the smile on his face, and at the same time secretly pushed the hammer of the revolver away:

"Master Huang,"

Signaling the guarding cavalry to stay away, he walked up to Huang Feihong step by step

, didn't care at all when he was in front of the other party, Huang Feihong could kill him with one move.

Ever since he almost lost an eye in St. Denis, he didn't dare to underestimate any Chinese, let alone get too close, including Old Huang, Uncle Han, let alone Huang Feihong.

But today is different from the past, even if Huang Feihong really wants to do something, he has to consider whether his subordinates will bring the entire Chinese labor camp to be buried with him, not to mention the Thirteenth Aunt and two apprentices in his hands, so At this time, Dai Pingan didn't have the slightest worry in his heart.

"I'm sorry, Master Huang, just now they were ignorant and acted a little rudely. Please forgive me. Didn't hurt you?"

The hypocritical expression bloomed happily on Dai Ping'an's face.

As the distance between the two of them approached step by step, the handle of the gun around his waist became tighter and tighter, but when the other person had already walked up to Huang Feihong and could kill him with a single blow when he drew out his pistol, he finally saw clearly. Huang Feihong's eyes.

Many things can be seen from a person's eyes, and the expression in Huang Feihong's eyes is also very complicated: there is pity for hurting others, sympathy for his misfortune, and regret for the fragility of life.

But no matter what kind of emotion, without exception, they all looked at the person in front of them, that is, they fell on Dai Ping'an.This also made the hypocrisy that Dai Ping'an wanted to show froze on his face like a slap, and then fell to the ground.

He didn't draw out his pistol, but took two extra steps and stopped in front of Huang Feihong. The two sides were within a distance of choking each other's neck with just one hand raised.

"You want to kill me?"

"No, you wanted to kill me."

"Can't you?"

"can."

Huang Feihong's tone was very calm, as if he didn't even notice the murderous eyes on the opposite side. On the contrary, Dai Pingan, who had already gripped the handle of the gun, had a problem. Even speaking is a bit incoherent.

"Then why are you still looking at me like that?"

"Why don't you kill me?"

"Do it, kill me!"

"Kill it!"

"Oh!"

Huang Feihong moved.

As soon as the word "kill" was uttered, two fingers pierced his heart. The movement was very light, but in Dai Ping'an's opinion, it was no less than a heavy hammer beating a giant drum.

"Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!"

Five times in a row, tap up and down on the heart,

The movement is fast and light, as if passing by in a flick, but it seems to be as heavy as a thousand weights.

Dai Pingan, who was recruited, only felt that the blood all over his body was sucked back at this moment.His whole body was numb, he couldn't move or speak, and he couldn't even open his mouth to make a sound.

Huang Feihong didn't stop there, the five fingers gathered together looked like the head of a crane, more like a steel chisel, they slammed hard on the heart where the blood was gathered, then he lifted it hard, then patted it lightly, wearing Ping An's originally numb and stiff body regained consciousness again.

click,
The revolver fell to the ground,
Just as Dai Ping'an was about to speak, a hot stream gushed out of his mouth, then his nasal cavity, ears, and even the corners of his eyes began to swell and itch.

He lost the ability to speak, and he couldn't even feel the taste and sound, and Huang Feihong in front of him sank into the darkness.

Dai Ping'an reached out and grabbed Huang Feihong's neck, but just as he was about to exert force, his body softened uncontrollably, so that what he finally grabbed was only a thin piece of skirt on Huang Feihong's body.

His legs were too weak to stand up, he could only put his head on the opponent's chest, but even with Huang Feihong's support, his heavy body still couldn't stop slipping down.

"puff!"

Accompanied by a cloud of blood mist spraying out, and I don't know if the blood flow is almost enough, Dai Pingan finally heard a loud exclamation, felt the light in front of his eyes again, and felt a little strength in his hands.

Pulling the skirt of Huang Feihong's chest, he struggled to raise his head, and while looking at Huang Feihong again, he used the last of his strength to spit out the last two words.

"Quick... go!"

go?
How to go?
Javier and the others, who realized something was wrong, had already surrounded him. Li Jiayuan even snatched a shotgun from his side, loaded it with a click, and pressed it against Huang Feihong's forehead.

Letting go, Dai Ping'an's body was limp on the ground like a lump of mud, but Li Jiayuan's gunshots didn't stop there.Instead, there was a constant snoring.

(End of this chapter)