To be honest, Cheng Bin actually refused at the beginning.

There are many guidelines on the wasteland, and for different people, the priority of these guidelines is different, but the only rule is that everyone is following, that is, don’t meddle in other people’s business.

If making a death agreement is equivalent to sending death, in the wasteland, meddling in other people's business is like taking the initiative to seek death, or moving a third-level bag and delivering goods to your door.

So Cheng Bin saw the two men chasing out of the room dragging the girl back, and he had no desire to go out and get in. Even if the level shown by the two people was completely worth mentioning to him.

There is another principle on the wasteland, that is, don’t underestimate anyone. When you are lucky enough, an experienced hunter may be shot by a child of a few years old. A blind fist can kill the master, and the front waves are beaten to death by the back waves.

But the struggles in the room and the girl's desperate cry for help made Cheng Bin feel restless. In any case, all this was too realistic. If it was fake, then these three guys could no longer be described as hobbies. They were simply a complete pervert. Even if it was cos, there was no need to work so hard.

"Damn it." Cheng Bin thought, "If they keep making trouble, I will definitely not be able to sleep. So I'm going out now just to kill two or three guys who disturb my sleep, and definitely not to save people."

There is another very important one among the guidelines that most people follow in the wastelands - don't do good things.

To put it, the causes are relatively complicated, and it can basically be understood as not being the target of public criticism. Because there is another very important wasteland criterion that is not famous. Given the composition of wilderness hunters, it is obvious that there is a greater chance of becoming a good person and becoming famous.

The so-called good things do not live long, and disasters will last for thousands of years. Even if there is no hunter who fantasizes about living for a hundred years on the wasteland, at least it is not a reward to die like a good person.

After making up his mind, Cheng Bin packed up his clothes, crawled out of the hiding place, and quickly walked out of the room. The sound inside had already experienced the most intense period, but it sounded like the girl had not given up on resisting.

"Sorry." Cheng Bin said to himself in his heart, then opened the safety buckle on the gun bag on his waist, kicked open the door of the empty room, stood outside the door and said loudly: "You are so noisy."

This sudden change made the room quiet instantly. About two seconds later, the girl who was pressed down below screamed, "Help."

"Get out." The man in the auxiliary position got up from the ground and cursed at Cheng Bin: "It's you who's talking about it."

Cheng Bin thought about it very seriously and was sure that he had never used such a misleading name, so he stood steadily outside the door without moving.

"Where did this guy come from?" Another man also got up, and the girl who had lost her suppression quickly retreated and retreated into the corner, but this time she was very clever and did not make any more noise.

"Look." The first man said to Cheng Bin: "It's one-on-two now, we have guns." He said: "If you want to, you can wait for us to finish."

The fire that was set in the room was still burning, so Cheng Bin could already be sure that these two men were not very old, about seventeen or eighteen years old, and should be similar to that girl. Although the guy who was talking was old-fashioned, the hair on his mouth had not yet grown.

To be honest, for two people who want to do bad things on the wasteland, this age is a bit too young, and even wants Cheng Bin to be funny.

When is the threshold for being a bad person so low? What about writing novels?

At this time, Cheng Bin heard another man say, "You have two choices, either queue up or get out."

Cheng Bin looked at the two untidy guys and shrugged, "Look." He said, "I am an adult, how do adults make choices?"

While speaking, he suddenly pulled out the revolver from the gun bag with his right hand, and slapped the hammer with his left hand. In an instant, the two bullets had flew out, and there was even a noticeable gunshot sound.

In the smoke of the ejection medicine, two corpses fell straight to the ground. After a while, the girl's scream began.

Cheng Bin looked at the two corpses who were completely unrecognizable in silence, feeling that he performed well this time. As expected, he should have accumulated anger value first in this kind of thing.

He bent down and picked up the pistol that one of the people had just taken out secretly. Although this guy was very careful, it was obviously not hidden enough. Of course, the most important thing was that he was not fast enough.

"Glock?" Cheng Bin looked at the gun in his hand and muttered in his heart. Then he looked at the girl huddled in the corner, squatted down and quickly searched for two corpses, and found a Glock magazine with only half of the bullets on one of them, as well as several coins.

"Do you know where other bullets went?" Cheng Bin felt that it was ridiculous that someone carried a mid-air magazine with him, so he felt it was necessary to ask.

"They used it to practice guns." The girl hesitated for a moment and said in a hoarse voice. I don't know if she was born with a smokey voice or if she used her voice too much in the short time just now.

Cheng Bin nodded, stuffed the magazine into the pocket of his coat, and threw the few coins he had picked up to the girl.

"Sorry," he said, "Kill your boyfriends. I wish you a happy evening."

After saying that, he raised his hand and stroked a chest, bowed slightly to the girl, and then turned around and walked out the door.

The wind blew in from the open door, and the bonfire that arose in the middle of the room shaking, Cheng Bin's eyes fell on the reflection of the wall on the other side, and stopped.

He slowly turned around, looked at the girl who was pointing his gun at him and said, "Is this really a trap?"

"What?" the girl said in a panic. Cheng Bin noticed that she held the pistol with both hands. The posture of holding the gun was very standard. She should have practiced it. However, I don't know if it was too panic. The speed and slow machine on the gun was in zero position.

"Of course it's not a trap." The girl finally reacted. She lowered her gun and said, "I just..." She thought for a while, and said, "I was just frightened."

Cheng Bin stood in front of the open door and looked at the girl again. She had very beautiful blonde hair, a bit of baby fat that is common to European and American girls. Generally speaking, she should be pretty pretty. Especially the clothes on her body were damaged a lot during the struggle just now, and at this time she was half-covered and looked full of temptation.

"Since you have a gun, why didn't you take it out just now?" Cheng Bin said: "Are you actually planning to enjoy it first?"

"What?" the girl raised her head and glared at him and said, "What are you talking about? I didn't even expect why these two guys became like this."

"You know them." This is exactly what Cheng Bin is curious about. He remembers that they came together. If these two guys had any evil thoughts about the girl, they would have tolerated it for long enough.

"We are classmates," said the girl Youyou. "They said the world outside was wonderful, and convinced me to steal my father's car and run out."

"You believe it as soon as they say it?" Cheng Bin was angry and funny, "How old are you?"

"No." The girl said, "I've wanted to leave for a long time." She said angrily, "It's too difficult to be a woman in the city. If I can't get into college, I have to get married within two years and have at least three children in my life. This kind of life is so terrible, so I'm the one who wants to escape."
Chapter completed!