infinite boiling

Chapter 855 Tramp

Kacha, a blue-white thunder suddenly appeared in the night sky, like a ferocious centipede, and then the bean-sized raindrops fell.

"Please, doctor, save my dog!" The tramp knelt at the door of the clinic, weeping bitterly and shouting hoarsely. In order to prevent the dog from being wet by the rain and infecting the wound, he took off the only one Clothes were put on it, and then continued to beg.

The stray dog ​​whimpered, licked the cloth strip wrapped around the wound, then licked the back of the owner's hand, bit his pants, it struggled to stand up, and dragged the owner away from here, but it was too weak, Even breathing is terribly difficult.

"Go, I'll take you to another house." Seeing that the doctor didn't open the door, the homeless man was completely helpless. "You have to persevere, you will get better soon, and then we will go find food together."

The homeless man wrapped his pet dog tightly with his clothes and ran wildly in the heavy rain. The rain curtain obscured his vision. When he passed a street corner, a yellow sports car suddenly drifted and rushed into the street. The water splashed by the tires was like a waterfall.

The homeless man was completely doused, and the two xenon headlights were extremely dazzling, which made him dodge in a hurry. As a result, he accidentally stepped on the mouth of the sewer without a manhole cover, and his whole leg sank in, and he fell to the ground. Make him roll the dog out of the way.

The homeless man's leg was scratched by the head of the cement well, bloody and bloody. He was an old man, and this made it even more inconvenient for him to move, but he gritted his teeth and crawled out as fast as possible.

"Don't worry, I'll take you to the doctor right away." The homeless man looked up to see the dog's injuries, but found it lying five meters away with its eyes completely closed.

"Why!" The homeless man chased the ground angrily, roaring loudly, a flash of lightning appeared, illuminating his sad face, and then turned ferocious in an instant.

The homeless man hugged his pet dog and turned into a cemetery. Just after digging a hole, he was discovered by the cemetery guards.

"Hey, dirty ghost, take your dead dog and get out of here, it can't sleep here!" The guard, wearing a raincoat and holding a shotgun in both hands, aimed at the homeless man and growled loudly at him.

The homeless man was still digging as if he had never heard of it.

"Crazy, I'm delaying my sleep." The guard yelled angrily, saw the dog corpse next to him, and fired at him, but the shot missed, and mud and grass splashed up.

"Don't hit it, I have money." The homeless man went to touch his pocket, only to find that he had lost all the money he had collected from picking up trash and selling it, and only a few steel coins were left.

"I don't care about your money." The guard, whose sleep was disturbed, was quite angry. After loading the gun, he continued to shoot at the dog's corpse. This time he hit the target, and the stray dog's head was directly blown off.

"No." The tramp rushed over and blocked it with his body.

"FU~CK, are you an idiot?" Let me see how you still bury it? Hurry up and take this pile of garbage away."

The guard put the gun on his shoulder and walked back to the house to catch up on sleep.

The homeless man was completely angry, took out a rusty fork, and chased after the guard, but the guard did not notice his actions because of the noise of the heavy rain.

"It's been a long night, why don't you find a place to entertain yourself?" The guard hummed a little song and walked leisurely, when suddenly he saw a black shadow out of the corner of his eye, he was startled immediately, and was about to fight back with a gun when a fork shot from behind. Stretched out, pierced his neck.

"Go to hell!" The homeless man pulled out the fork, blood sprayed out, the guard didn't die immediately, he covered the wound with one hand, and beat the homeless man with the other, because it was difficult to exert strength behind him.

The homeless man was completely on the guard's back, holding a fork, stabbing his neck and face frantically, his eyeballs were exploded, his cheeks were pierced, and his throat was severely injured.

After the guard screamed a few times, he fell to the ground, was stabbed for a full minute, then fell limp and turned into a corpse.

The homeless man didn't know whether it was tears or rain, his face was very wet, and he didn't stop until he was exhausted, so he lay down on the dirt and let the rain wash over him.

Looking at the bloody cheeks of the guard's corpse and seeing the blood on his hands being washed away in an instant, the homeless man's heart throbbed. After seeing the dead body of his pet dog, all regrets and worries disappeared.

The homeless man took off the guard's raincoat, picked up the fragments of the pet dog's body, wrapped them up, and then took a shotgun to rummage in the guard's house.

"Old man, I'll be back with you soon, but I won't be able to sleep with you anymore." The homeless man even dug his own grave, next to the stray dogs, but he knew he wouldn't need it .

The homeless man didn't touch the guard's money, took a shotgun and bullets, walked into the rainstorm, and 10 minutes later, he appeared outside a 24-hour gun shop, looked at the sign above, and walked in.

"Hey, homeless, get out." A middle-aged man was sitting next to the cashier, drinking coffee, reading a book of Playboy, and raised his eyes to see the wet homeless before frowning.

"Hey, don't make me say it a second time." The homeless man took another step, and the man pulled out the shotgun from the table with one hand, aimed at him, "Get out."

"I have money." The homeless man took out some steel coins, "I only buy a box of ammunition."

"Get out, I don't want your dirty money." The male businessman shook his head and moved his gun.

The homeless man walked towards the door, full of helplessness, because he was a beggar, and he was discriminated against even for shopping.

The man put down his gun, looked at the model girl with plump breasts and buttocks in the magazine, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and was about to unbutton his pants, then he heard a click, looked up in surprise, and saw the homeless man standing at the door, holding Pointing a shotgun at himself.

"FU~CK!" The man cursed, and went to grab the gun, only to hear the words "Go to hell", and then a shot was fired, blasting his head.

The man was lying on his back, the white spine could be seen in the headless neck cavity.

The homeless man wiped the barrel of the gun, walked to the store, picked up a package, and stuffed guns, bullets and grenades into it.

Because of the heavy rain, the villains stayed behind closed doors. The homeless man didn't catch a gangster for most of the night. He never thought that he would survive tomorrow, so he went back to the cemetery and continued to accompany his pet dog .

In the evening of the second day, the homeless man was dispatched.

"Okay, I'm going to do what I have to do." The homeless man was going to take a bath, but thinking that after he died like that, he might meet his pet dog in hell, and it might not recognize himself, so he just give up.

When I came to the veterinarian's clinic again, the homeless man went straight in before the door closed.

"It's you again, hurry up, don't delay my business." The veterinarian had a very bad temper. Hearing the lady's nagging, he decided to inject some medicine into his Persian cat to make it die early.

The tramp didn't say anything, took out the shotgun from under the raincoat, fired at the veterinarian, watched his chest being smashed, turned and left.

The nurse stopped and the lady screamed and called the police.

The homeless man wanted to go to the north of the city to find the mugger who stabbed his pet dog a few days ago, but he was chased away by the driver before he boarded the bus.

Some passengers felt that the driver had gone too far and wanted to persuade him, but they saw the homeless man take out a shotgun and shoot him in the head, and immediately cried out in shock.

The homeless man walked forward for about 2 minutes. A group of hippies passed by on a motorcycle. When they saw him, they immediately surrounded him and made fun of him.

"Sorry, my hand slipped!" Wow, a hippie threw the hot drink in his hand at the homeless man, and then laughed and apologized, no matter how he heard it, he was gloating.

Click, the bullet was loaded, and the homeless man suddenly fired at the hippie. The bullet blasted his head, and the others were stunned, staring at him in astonishment.

"Sorry, my hand slipped too." The homeless man aimed at the second person and started killing.

The hippies didn't expect that the weak who were only bullied by them in the past turned from lambs into wolves. If they didn't check for a while, several of them fell down.

The homeless man finished loading the magazine and took out the pistol. In just one minute, the whole street was covered with blood and corpses. He picked up a motorcycle and rode away.

Tang Zheng was about to get off work when he received more than a dozen calls to the police and immediately asked everyone to call the police.

"Director, I'll be with you." The policewoman is a civil servant, so she didn't have to go out, but after her brother's affairs were arranged, she felt the need to repay Tang Zheng, and maybe she could climb this high branch.

The policewoman noticed that Xu Liangmao was not looking sideways and driving with peace of mind, so she put her body close to Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng saw a familiar scene.

"Root!" A middle-aged woman fell behind and shouted loudly. A young man wearing a mask was holding a dagger, waving it around, and running wildly at the same time.

There was a red cross on the young man's mask. He was the guy who stabbed the homeless dog to death a few days ago. Coincidentally, that woman was also the same woman whose bag was robbed last time.

"It's you again? Get out!" Seeing the homeless man standing alone in the middle of the street, the young man was furious and stabbed him with a dagger.

"Old man, I will avenge you." The tramp took out his rifle and shot at the young man, smashing his legs, and after a lot of torture, he killed him.

The crowd of onlookers dispersed when they saw the murder, only the woman was reluctant to part with her handbag.

The homeless man threw the handbag over, and the woman was happy to find it again. Instead of saying thank you, she stared at it and stretched out her hands to pick it up. Following a series of gunshots, the bullets blew off her skull.

Creak, the police car stopped not far away.

"Don't move, you are under arrest." Xu Liangmao got out of the car and confronted him with a gun.

(End of this chapter)