Become a legend in the interstellar

Chapter 38 Violence!

A living person struggled in the flames and let out a miserable cry like a ghost.

And the initiator was laughing wildly.

"Hahaha, die, die for me!"

There was a crazy smile on that twisted and ferocious face, like a crazy patient who had just escaped from a mental hospital.

Seeing this tragic scene, the brothers Hong Bafu and Lan Bafu were stunned, their eyes widened, and they couldn't tell whether it was hell or the world for a while.

"what are you doing?"

Hong Bafu roared, the anger in his heart overwhelmed the shock, and hurried forward, trying to rescue the woman.

As a pharmacist, saving lives is his job.

But the crazy mercenary didn't answer at all. He was like a tyrant who was having a blast, his eyes were covered with scarlet bloodshots, and he aimed the flamethrower at Hong Bafu who came running.

"Little Fatty, try Grandpa's BBQ!" He laughed arrogantly, his mouth full of blackened teeth, with fresh flesh remaining between the teeth.

With the sound of "Boom", the fire spewed out, and the raging flames rushed towards Hong Ba Fu with a deadly high temperature.

Hong Bafu's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth: "You damn fellow!"

His plump body was so flexible that he jumped to the side to avoid the flames.

At the same time, he held several turbid medicines in his left and right hands, and his body turned rapidly like a spinning top, continuously throwing out the medicines in his hands.

"Hush-hush-hush-"

Several potions pulled out faint afterimages in the firelight.

The mercenary couldn't dodge in time, was hit one after another, and stepped back several steps.

The glass test tube containing the medicine shattered, and the cloudy solution inside spilled all over him.

He laughed a few times, and wiped the solution on his body: "Hahaha, little fat man, you have only this ability, come over and let grandpa take good care of...cough..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable to breathe.

"cough……"

"Cough cough..."

He covered his neck, his face flushed red, his eyes were round, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

The respiratory tract seemed to be scorched by fire, and the breath in and out became extremely hot.

Every breath made him miserable.

And the pain was getting stronger and stronger, spreading to the lungs little by little, he looked uncomfortable and could no longer laugh.

"You fat bastard, what medicine did you give me...cough..."

His body slowly advanced, and finally fell to the ground in a hunched posture, and his entire lungs seemed to be burned.

The sound of breathing and breathing reminds people of old broken bellows.

"Ho...ho..."

This kind of pain is simply more unbearable than a thousand cuts.

Although Hong Bafu is only good at making healing potions, he is also a third-level pharmacist, no matter how he makes poisons.

This is a troubled world, and many thugs will kill anyone they see, so be careful, he always carries some poison.

He ignored the painful mercenary and walked to the burning woman.

After too long a delay, the woman had stopped struggling.

Although there is still a faint breath of life, there is no way to save it.

"Feel sorry."

Hong Bafu sighed softly, took out a delicate silver pistol from his waist, and ended the woman's life with one shot.

Su Xia and Lan Bafu stepped forward and remained silent.

The crackling sound of the fire echoed in the ears, the mourning and screaming in the town still did not stop, and the cries of begging for mercy could be vaguely heard.

At this moment, more than a dozen old motorcycles rushed out of the town with a roar and surrounded the three of them.

The man in front looked fierce, his face was covered with scars, and one of his eyes was grayish-white, as if he was blind.

He glanced at the half-dead mercenary lying on the ground, then glanced at the three people surrounded, and suddenly turned away from the motorcycle, and asked fiercely, "Who hit me?"

"I."

Hong Bafu was very responsible, and walked out directly without fear on his face.

The man sneered: "Fatty, who gave you the courage?"

"Who gave you the courage?" Hong Bafu asked, "This is the jurisdiction of Coral City, how dare you wandering mercenaries come in?"

"Are you from the city? A pharmacist?" The man had a playful look on his face, "Do you think the Lord of the City will take care of this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Look at what this is?"

He pulled out a document from the bag tied to the motorcycle and threw it to Hong Bafu.

Hong Bafu caught the document and glanced at it quickly, an incredible expression suddenly appeared on his face.

Su Xia and Lan Bafu stepped forward to take a look, and they were quickly shocked by the contents of this document.

This……

It turned out to be a looting license!

It was written clearly, allowing this mercenary organization named "Blood-Red Mercenary" to properly loot the surrounding "problematic villages and towns", with the personal signature of the human city owner of Coral City at the end.

The education Su Xia received from childhood made him seem out of tune with this broken mechanical world.

Human traitors, bloody experiments, and refugee trafficking will not be mentioned in the memory of the original owner. Su Xia has gradually accepted it.

But this "looting license" really broke through his cognitive offline.

The city owner of Coral City actually issued this kind of license to those vicious wandering mercenary organizations, allowing them to legally rob in various small villages and towns!
What rubbish world is this?
How do ordinary people live?
The city lord generously signed his name, indicating that he was not worried about being known by ordinary people and stopped acting.

Doing so does nothing to rule, and only keeps the residents of these small villages and towns living in constant fear.

However, the wandering mercenary organization in the wilderness will gradually grow and become fatter.

"Pay attention to this permit and look carefully. The target of the looting cannot be chosen randomly, it must be the village or town in question." The man sneered, "This town is full of rebels, I'm just helping the city lord. Clean up part of it, and take a little reward by the way."

"How dare you think that they are all people who resisted the organization?" Hong Bafu asked while holding back his anger.

"Fat man, my words are the truth."

He lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and flicked the ash away.

Afterwards, he took back the permit and said lightly, "Since it's a pharmacist from the city, I'll save your life, otherwise the city lord can't explain it, leave the box of potions in your hands, and then You can go away."

After all, he took out a shotgun from the motorcycle and aimed the cold muzzle at the screaming subordinate covered in poison.

After a bang, a blood hole burst out in the man's brain, and he fell to the ground softly.

He put away the shotgun, closed his eyes, took a deep breath of gunpowder smoke and the smell of blood, and enjoyed it.

Then, he opened his eyes and looked at the three of them coldly.

"Why, why don't you get out?"

(End of this chapter)