Superman's Journey

Chapter 295

Everything is valuable, guns are a price, explosives are a price.

The gun shop owner was very happy that Lincoln didn't take the gun, but he was very sad that he took the dynamite. The prices of the two things are different!

Of course, the owner of the gun shop dared not say anything about what happened to him.

The reason is simple. Although he is a gun shop, he is only allowed to sell firearms, bullets and some grenades, such as the explosives that Lincoln took away, his shop is not allowed to sell.

He put those things away just in case, but when Lincoln came over, he searched them and took them away.

If he went to the police, the police would arrest Lincoln, but he would also be unlucky, and those guys wouldn't listen to his explanation that they didn't sell a bag of dynamite but to protect themselves.

Lincoln left the gun shop and walked down the empty street humming a little tune.

He already knew what world he was in—the Human Clearance Project.

As for determining the timeline. Why did he determine the timeline?
He just needs to know what this world is. As for determining the timeline, he is invincible and needs to determine the timeline, just start doing it.

The purge plan, a genius idea thought up by American politicians in this world.

They have stricter laws at other times to punish criminals, but they also choose a day each year as National Killing Day.

On this day, from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] am, all public service facilities will be completely disabled, firefighting, hospitals, or police stations. During these twelve hours, everyone in the United States can Take to the streets with their own weapons and kill whoever they want.

Whether it is killing each other on the street or rushing to other people's homes to kill each other, everything is allowed during this time.

Of course, the only sane thing left by the U.S. government allows them to limit the level of weapons allowed to be used below level 4, and at the same time not allow attacks on high-ranking officials above level 10. This behavior can ensure that they will not be targeted and cleaned up .

For Lincoln, however, it was not the rule at all that ensured that they would not be removed, but the large number of troops protecting their mansions.

With such a terrifying armed force, even if missiles are used to wash the ground, they may not be able to kill them all. Their safety is completely guaranteed, and they will be wiped out during the killing day. Only the poor and the middle class will be wiped out. Excluding those who are rich.

But with Lincoln coming to Washington, everything is not certain.

A backpack of dynamite may seem like a lot, but it's not enough to do much, even with a Gatling gun.

Those armed rioters will not be afraid because Lincoln has bombs and machine guns in his hands, they will become greedy instead.

Lincoln sat on a bench in the park, quietly watching the movement of the hands on the dial, until the hands jumped to the seven o'clock scale, and the killing day came!

Bang bang bang!
Almost at the moment when the pointer finished jumping, roaring gunshots resounded outside the park, and quickly approached the park where Lincoln was.

It was obvious that many people had their eyes on him.

The bulging backpack and the cart covered with tarpaulin, which made it impossible to see inside, fully aroused the curiosity and greed in the hearts of those thugs.

They rushed towards the park where Lincoln was with shotguns and rifles, and from time to time they encountered some moving things and directly shot him to death.

For some, Killing Day means the redistribution of wealth, but for some thugs, all they really want to do is kill indiscriminately on Killing Day.

"Hey, monkey!" A man with a Sam mask on his face came out of the bushes with a gun, and looked at Lincoln on the chair: "Are you so scared that your legs are weak and you can't stand up?"

"No." Lincoln crossed his fingers on his lap and looked at the man in front of him: "Since a long time ago, no one has used this title in front of me. Do you know why?"

"Hahaha!" Sam laughed wildly, pointing the gun directly at Lincoln's head, and said in an arrogant tone, "What? Do monkeys feel angry too? Monkey monkey monkey!"

"I do feel angry." Lincoln raised his eyelids slightly, looked at the man in front of him without a trace of emotion, and stood up from the chair: "As a reward, I will let you experience what is called extreme pain."

"Hahaha, look at this monkey, he was scared stupid." Sam became more and more rampant, with a ferocious expression: "Extreme pain, indeed someone should feel extreme pain, but it's not me, but you!"

After finishing the words, he raised the rifle in his hand and threw it directly at Lincoln, but as a crimson light beam swept across, with a clang, the rifle in his hand broke and fell to the ground.

And at that moment, the sound of flesh and blood bursting rang in the ears one after another.

The sound of popping kept ringing, and the hot red blood swayed down from the air like dense rain, and the broken internal organs also poured down like offal, dyeing Sam's whole body red.

In less than a second, the dozen or so thugs who surrounded him were all killed by Lincoln except Sam. The extremely bloody method made Sam, who was laughing wildly just a moment ago, feel sincere fear.

Looking at Lincoln with calm eyes, his palms trembled, and his body stumbled back: "Monster! Monster!"

"What are you afraid of?" Lincoln stepped forward calmly, grabbed his hair, and whispered like a devil: "Don't worry, I won't kill you, you will have to endure extreme pain !"

While talking, Lincoln reached out and shook out a fine fishing net from his pocket: "Do you know the punishment of Ling Chi? I improved it a little bit."

"Ling Chi advocates not to die by a thousand cuts. Every piece of meat under the slice will bring extreme pain. I have improved it a little. I will leave some adhesions on every piece of meat on your body. Use salt and heat After processing the oil, you can make a squirrel mandarin fish."

"There will be some pain during the process, but you don't have to worry that you will die. At least, you will never die before I feed you all this dish!"

Sam couldn't understand what Lincoln said about mandarin squirrel fish, but he knew something like Ling Chi, so the expression on his face became more frightened, and he struggled crazily.

However, under the suppression of absolute power, all his struggles were in vain.

Lincoln generally would not use inhumane means to kill people, but these thugs in this world, perhaps they are not worthy of being treated as human beings.

(End of this chapter)