Abyss Express

[Part①·Seeking death]

[Ron Ghost Arm] is a big shot respected by his war gang cousins.

During the anonymous operation to clear Suncastle, in that brutal expedition, Ron, as George Joshua's Wings of Light, successfully escaped Jason Megan's pursuit through the intricate waterways and survived. .

Once upon a time, Ron was the leader of Platform Zero, the Pope of the Crazy Butterfly Church, and George Joshua's gold medal worker.

Now times have changed, and Chief Todd has captured the heart of George Joshua. White Shark will resume its previous business in the form of a company, but Ron does not have this opportunity to come to the stage again and loses most of his money. that power. He had to muddle along and could only listen to Todd's arrangements and do some dirty work.

In the noisy Wisteria Flower Market, there are two candy shops. One is a serious shop selling desserts to children, and the other is a special den selling soft drugs.

Ron is sitting on the old man's chair next to the lobby. He has beautiful black hair and a red face. He once stayed in Hedland for a while, and also fueled the fire of the salary king in Scalper Town. This physical body has been transformed several times. Especially the two arms.

Look at his arms resting on the armrest. There are a total of eighteen fingers on his left and right hands. These essences are sacred objects given to him by George Joshua. They possess extraordinary soul power and are also Mr. Ron's [ghost arms]. The origin of the nickname.

These fingers are all born on the fleshy mounds of the palms, resembling the shape of an eagle's talons. The extra essence spreads all the way to the upper and lower arms. The complex arm muscles are full of abnormally strong sarcomas. They are not like the muscles of normal people. The lines are so well-proportioned that even the strongest muscular tyrant in the world does not have such deformed arms.

It was modified by three warband psykers, Voodoo Doctors, and part of George Joshua's arm essence was fused to Ron's body.

These psychic catalysts not only gave Ron soul power, he could reload the gun with one hand and use heavy weapons. He was a machine gun squad.

At nine-thirty in the morning, shortly after the first passenger train from Lieyang Castle arrived at the station, a loud whistle sounded from the passenger station.

Ron slowly woke up from his slumber. This was the fifth round of his duel with Oolong City Walled City. Today's theme was arresting people.

"Boss Ron!" A close associate of the war gang burst in immediately outside the door, bringing good news.

Ron: "Have you had breakfast?"

The cousin from the war gang immediately clasped his hands and bowed, retaining the habit of the Red Rock Hongmen Alliance: "Brothers have all eaten, and we just caught a young man."

Ron stood up from his chair and said, "Bring it here."

In just a minute, the gang's thugs carried a depressed young man to Ron's candy store.

This guy is an employee of the knife factory. After the martial law was imposed in the walled city, he was responsible for patrolling the surrounding areas. He was hiding well at first, but the water and electricity were cut off in the past few days. He really couldn't do laundry, so he wore a slightly war-damaged belt. When he went out on patrol in clothes smelling of blood, he was caught by the blood donation unit with a keen sense of smell in the war gang.

Arriving in front of Ron the Ghost Arm, the young man was immediately shocked by the opponent's strong spiritual pressure and felt restless and trembling.

Ron walked out of the door unhurriedly, went to the next door to bring a watermelon, took a plastic table from the restaurant stall, cut it up and divided it among the brothers in front of the young man.

More than a dozen people surrounded the candy house, with the prisoner in the middle. No one said anything, waiting for the young man to take the initiative to speak.

After about ten minutes, Ron had eaten and drank enough and threw the drink can into the trash can across the street with precise technique and subtle eyes.

"Where do you live? How much rent does Dongfang Hao charge you every month?"

The young man immediately replied: "The landlord doesn't charge me rent. He takes me in because I feel sorry for me."

"Hey! Did you repay the favor?" Ron immediately squatted in front of the young man: "I left a piece of watermelon here, do you want to try it?"

The young man looked disgusted: "Who can value your melons and jujubes?"

"Let's do this." Ron was not in a hurry. He was a person with grace, ideals and pursuits. He also enjoyed this kind of condescending negotiation: "Tell me the situation in Oolong City Walled City. How many anonymous people are there?" Inside, just tell me the number!”

The Wing of Light gestured with nine fingers and opened his palm.

"As long as you open your mouth and eat this piece of melon, we will all be brothers from now on and work for the White Shark Society. I have investigated your knife factory, Laiyang Iron Works No. 2!"

"That, that, that, Oda!"

Ron greeted his men.

"Did you work here before?"

Xiaotian, who was still watching TV on the side, immediately replied: "Yes, brother!"

Ron then asked: "How much is your monthly salary?"

Xiaotian immediately said: "The basic salary is one thousand eighty yuan. It depends on the factory's orders and performance that month. The maximum is three thousand five thousand. If it doesn't include food and accommodation, there won't be much money left."

Ron approached the prisoner and discussed in a low voice.

"Three thousand and five thousand. Dongfang Hao has waived your rent. Three thousand and five thousand a month. Why do you want to compete with me?"

The young man immediately became sharp-tongued: "My career is glorious."

Ron and his brothers laughed and joked: "Hey! When did it become honorable to work in a factory?"

Young man: "It's not like you who practice loan sharking, kidnap and traffic children, instigate men to gamble, and force women to sell."

"Hey!" Ron smiled: "Proficient in business! He is a talent that can be made! There is no need for on-the-job training!"

The young man continued: "I make kitchen knives. Do you know how much care goes into making kitchen knives? Ron? Ron the Ghost Arm?"

"Then tell me something to open my eyes?" Ron patiently asked the prisoner to finish what he said.

The young man followed Ron's excitement and smiled playfully: "The gunsmith once said that kitchen knives are used to cook livestock. Making kitchen knives for people gives every ordinary person the courage to fight back. This career is so glorious. , it’s a matter of honoring our ancestors.”

Ron's smile stiffened and he gradually lost his patience.

When the word "gunsmith" comes out of this young man's mouth, there is no need to negotiate anymore.

He couldn't figure out where these common people got the courage to argue with the blood-granting unit or talk to the Wings of Light of the Immortal. Maybe the gunsmith gave them courage, but now the gunsmith is dead too!

It shouldn’t be! Things shouldn't be like this! The untouchables whose lives are so miserable must return to their old honest and responsible lives!

"Are you angry?" The young man was still kneeling on the ground, and his legs were stepped on by the two cousin guardians on the left and right.

Ron pretended to be generous, but secretly he was so angry that he was afraid of losing face in front of his men.

"Ah, I'm really a little angry."

The young man said: "I will be unlucky if I fall into your hands. We will have no chance to cooperate in the next life."

At this moment, Ron felt a strong sense of astonishment, as if he had heard some magical story.

"You're not alive anymore?"

Young man: "You never have the habit of leaving alive prisoners who don't obey you. I don't intend to cooperate. The rest will die."

Ron immediately explained: "Idiot! I didn't want to kill you! If you cooperate well, I have to give you money!"

"If you don't cooperate, you have to kill me!~" The young man said with a meaningless face: "Talk about business with an ogre? Are you kidding me? This is not a question of money - when I was a child, you were very famous. Big shot. Now look at your fate."

"That's enough!" Ron broke through the defense in an instant, his eyes turned red with murderous intent, and he told the gang: "This is what he asked for!~"

The leader talked about his helplessness with his cousins.

"He is seeking his own death! You all heard it! The gunsmith is dead! He still wants to read the gunsmith's scriptures! I think he is the most damn superstitious idiot!"

"Life in this world is nothing more than seeking good health, prosperity and wealth!"

"Since he wants to die, we will do a good deed and send this new kid on his way! It is also a gift for Mad Butterfly to be reunited in advance, which is a good thing!"

After saying these words, Ron himself felt a little guilty. It seemed that he would have the upper hand for a while, but this young man casually gave up his life just because of a belief - this seemed unbelievable to Ron.

Although the gunsmith is dead, the people who are against Crazy Butterfly will not disappear, and the will to fight is getting stronger and stronger.

In the past, when prisoners encountered non-violent non-cooperation, they could be coerced and induced to use torture to force them to submit.

But in today's world, even three-year-old children firmly believe in the story of Anonymous. They believe that good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and they will be rewarded in this life.

"Don't blame me for taking your flag as a sacrifice." Ron whispered to the young man, "This is your own choice. Adults must be responsible for their own choices."

The young man looked only eighteen years old, as if he had just grown up. His expression suddenly changed from relaxed and carefree to serious. He finally realized that his death was coming, and finally began to be afraid, but he still gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Can you turn me around, Ron?"

Ron, the ghost-armed man, had already taken out his gun, holding the classic Internet-famous Desert Eagle in his wide hand, and the .50 AE bullet had just slipped into the chamber.

"You want to turn around? Why?"

The young man explained: "Understand, fallen leaves return to their roots, I want to watch the city wall die. When the first seven are about to return to their souls, I'm afraid I can't find my way home."

"Ha!" Ron sneered: "That's not your house! Dongfang Hao's dog-raising skills are quite impressive! Can the tenants feel like they're home?"

"I grew up here, Ron." The young man moved his knees to turn his head and look towards the Walled City Heights: "It's not like you. I know you are happy. There are your properties everywhere and your houses everywhere. ——But do you have a home? Do you have a family?"

"You kid! -" Ron was furious, showing his teeth, and then kept his grace in front of the gang, "Okay! Come two brothers, take a photo of this warrior and send it to Dongfang Hao. , when his head splits open, let the ground dragon take a good look! How did this kid die!"

"I will go against the white shark! This is the end!"

The young man nodded and his body swayed up and down along with his neck, seeming to relax.

He raised his head slightly, realizing that his life was coming to an end. Looking at the serious candy shop next door, there were many children running over to join in the fun, mistakenly thinking that the Desert Eagle in Ron's hand was the same toy gun from the online e-commerce store.

I’m afraid the nameless mistress doesn’t have time to save a little person like me, right?

The gunsmith's wife is still in the walled city, and she wants to protect the others.

I'm scared.

Are you really scared? Is this what it feels like to be on the verge of death? The flesh on his face was numb and trembling.

Lady Luck favors the brave. Will General Cry come to save me? I'm afraid I'm not that lucky.

You can't count on others to save you every time, right?

The young man's mouth opened slightly, and he thought nervously.

You must not tell these guys, you can't say it out loud!

If they knew there was only one gunsmith's wife in the walled city, more people would die!

This street is less than 400 meters southwest of the walled city. If this message can be sent to Guangling, it will stop.

etc! Wait a moment!

"Hey! Ron?"

At this moment, at this moment, the patrol of the Chapter happened to pass through this street.

The team leader took out his cigarette case, squeezed into the crowd, and said hello to Ron the Ghost Arm.

"Hey, the person in charge of the precinct?" Ron was a little nervous. He was showing off his weapons. He was taking out a firearm in public, which was against the rules.

The patrol team leader first showed his regimental badge and then started fighting with Ron.

"It's nothing. This area has received too many complaints recently. We have to come and take a look."

"Oh" Sand Eagle's gun never left the prisoner's head, Mr. Ron took the officer's cigarette——

——Once upon a time, the leader of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult and the regional war group were incompatible with each other. Now, under the management of the White Shark Society, they can actually chat peacefully in a candy shop.

Squad leader: "Did you catch this guy?"

Ron: "Sir, are you going to take him away?"

Team leader: "No, no, no, take care of your people yourself. Don't kill people in public. It will have a bad impact."

Ron: "Actually, this guy is quite brave, but he doesn't really want to live anymore."

Captain: "Then why don't you change places? There are still children watching."

Ron immediately became angry: "So many people have died in my territory and my war gang, I must give an account to my brothers!"

Squad leader: "Why take his life?"

"As long as he is willing to speak and tell how many anonymous people have come to Oolong City, it's such a simple matter!" Ron immediately became innocent and helpless: "Sir, think about it for yourself, is this the truth? As long as you move If he keeps his mouth shut, he will be able to live a life of great wealth!"

The squad leader immediately kicked the prisoner——

"—Be smart!"

At this time, the young man who was caught had begun to doubt his life. It seemed that Guangling could not protect him even if he stopped.

There were whispers in the patrol team that they all had their own agenda. After the gunsmith died, the war group was also paying attention to the Oolong Walled City. They also wanted to know how many anonymous people came to the walled city, what was the scale of this clearing operation, and what was the normal and normal time? Soldiers with connections in the war gang had to pack up their bunks and run away in advance. The wavering fence-sitters want to see who wins and whom they help.

"You're smart, you fucking big-blooded bitch! I'll fuck you!" The young man was kind to Ron, but instead he yelled at the members of the regiment who had stopped in Guangling: "Do you have any intention! These bastards are going to be gathered together." The city executed me! In front of these kids! You are a warrior! Damn it.”

"Do you still have a conscience! Is a person like you worthy of Guangling Zhixi's battle group emblem!"

"Bullshit! You have to die!"

[Part②What a ruthless gun]

"boom!---"

The sound of gunfire separated the bustling crowd, causing people to run away in fear.

Ron thought his firearm had misfired, but the patrols of the war group turned into turtles. Looking at the prisoners, they also looked shocked. They shook their heads vigorously and finally realized that their necks and brains were intact.

So who got shot?

The squad leader of the patrol looked at the nameplate on his chest in disbelief. The bullet cracked the regiment emblem, but did not penetrate the nameplate and landed on the body armor.

The scene was chaotic, but no one found the gunman.

"Alert! Stay alert!"

There was a child, no more than five or six years old, holding a toy gun and pointing at Ron the Ghost Arm, as if he was playing a game of beating up bad guys. The colorful sound and light toys in his hand rang.

"boom!---"

Ron also wanted to take advantage of the chaos to smash the prisoner's head. When he pulled the trigger with his finger, he felt the huge force causing the muzzle of the gun to deflect. The sand eagle pointed at the patrol team and splashed out a lot of bullet fragments! It seemed that bullets collided in mid-air and hit the patrols. The hot shrapnel cut through the Kevlar body armor and cut open the flesh on the face and body!

"Ron! What the hell are you doing!" the patrol captain cursed as he was about to exit the alley: "You have eaten the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard?! You want to end the feud with Guangling?! Don't you want to live anymore?! "

"It's not me! No! Is there a killer?! There is a killer!" Ron explained quickly, but there was a fatal sense of crisis urging him to flee to a safe place!

He didn't care about the last hit, and it was too late to give the prisoner one last shot——

——The little doll in the candy house next door still held the toy gun and pulled the trigger on the panicked gang members.

The strange electric music of the sound and light toys sounds, and deadly bullets fly from the chaotic environment!

Just a moment! Just one breath!

Fourteen fatal bullets took away the lives of all the war gang thugs present. Each Tianling Cap flew up and penetrated through the forehead. The huge energy brought by the bullets blasted out the scalp hair and bones.

Plasma dyed the facades of two candy stores red! Brother Ron finally recalled the fear that was engraved in his bones!

Such exquisite shooting skills! Such terrifying positioning ability! Such overbearing killing efficiency! this.

He had no time to think too much and was about to escape into the candy house! Gotta slip out the back door!

Time slowed down at that moment! He propped up his arms and used the strong beast essence to protect his head, and saw sparks rising from the stone platform next to the counter in front of the store!

That's a flexible steel-core bullet bouncing on a solid concrete platform. It's an incredible ricochet technology!

The bullet was refracted and hit his face! The beating made his legs tremble. Since the kinetic energy of the refracted bullet could not kill this powerful blood-giving unit, this attack turned into a long torture!

He hid against the wall, only to feel that his arms were being hit by heavy punches. There were pieces of rotten flesh on his face, and his eyes could not see clearly. In order to survive, he had to continue to avoid the blind spots of shooting and ricochet!

But the pain never stops! The bullet is like the goddess of revenge, chasing him to the ends of the earth!

Without the ricochet angle, Ron felt another kind of pain!

The continuous blast of gunfire made him dizzy, and he saw the steel bars of the concrete wall exposed. Another fourteen shots blasted open the wall, followed by radial metal jets splashing along the steel bars. out!

The bullet immediately fell apart when it hit a hard object, turning into hot fragments like sword energy, cutting sharp horizontal lines on the soft wall! It was like a knife, slashing hard on Ron's arm!

The tables and chairs in the room, the candy vending machine, and the rubber mat on the cashier counter are all covered with scars left by sword energy and bullet fragments. Every time a gunshot is fired, two shining silver slashes are left. .

Ghost Arm Ron's head and arms were bleeding profusely. He gasped for breath and finally crawled and escaped into the warehouse. The gunshots also stopped. It seemed that there were no follow-up attacks!

He was scared to death. These bullets seemed to have eyes, locking him tightly and spraying firepower at different angles and in different ways. He recognized these ammunition, which were just ordinary pistol bullets, 7.62*25mm Toka. Lev Pst steel core pistol cartridges.

What a ruthless gun! Only one person can achieve this kind of positioning ability and this kind of terrifying shooting skills!

A gunsmith? Isn't he dead? Or do gunsmith students also have this ability?

He was in shock and hid in the warehouse in embarrassment to check his injuries. His face was torn apart by more than fifty bullets, and his hands were full of bullet holes. Only ten of his eighteen fingers were left! It’s time to start a new life!

Ron didn't dare to stay and crawled out of the back door. He was about to take out his cell phone and report the bad news to Manager Todd.

As soon as his head popped out of the door, he was caught off guard by the sudden feeling of weightlessness——

——The phone fell to the ground along with the fingers.

In a flash of cold light, the kitchen knife split open the neck and cell phone. Before the head could fall, a warm hand wearing a leather glove grabbed it and tightly grasped the hair.

Ron's consciousness stayed for three point seven seconds, which is the time that the brain nerves are still active after decapitation.

He saw a mask in the toy store, black and white, a clown mask from playing cards.

The cold-blooded killer in front of him was like a devil descending. He was holding a blood-stained kitchen knife in one hand, and let go of Tokarev with the other hand. Before the pistol even hit the ground, it grabbed Ron's head. He didn't even have time to shout, and was killed. Killed instantly!

The young man who had been captured was still kneeling at the front door. The whole thing happened so fast that he didn't have time to stand up.

A mysterious passenger walked out of the store. He seemed to have just gotten off the train. There was still the smell of the water room on the 9:30 morning train. It was the smell of fast food and sweat mixed with his body after a long journey. gas.

The tourist, wearing a clown mask, put down Ron's head and picked up the kitchen knife and gun.

The young man wanted to say something, but just as he opened his mouth——

——The tourist climbed up to the eaves and disappeared into the intricate buildings and alleys in a few leaps.