"Ten! Nine! Eight!..."

Under the puzzled gazes of everyone, the ugly man began to wipe his shoes and count them loudly. The other boys looked at each other, wondering what kind of trouble their boss was going to make.

out.

The villagers below were constantly muttering and making a commotion. If it weren't for the heavily armed horsemen around them, they would probably have been unable to hold on any longer and rushed out.

"Three! Two! One!"

The ugly man held his tongue, turned around suddenly, and said calmly: "It seems that he really doesn't want to come out!"

After saying that, before those people could react, this guy pulled out the belt from his waist, and there was a gunshot. An old man in his sixties did not react, and something appeared on his head.

There was a bloody hole in the eye.

His eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it. Finally, he fell down amidst the screams of his relatives around him.

After doing all this, as if he had done something insignificant, the ugly man continued to turn around and put the gun aside. While continuing to wipe his boots, he started the death reading.

The old people over there also have relatives. When they saw that their father and grandfather were killed for no reason, there were still a few young people in their blood who shouted loudly: "Villagers, we are being killed by these people."

These guys are so insulting, and now they want to kill people, how long should we endure it? There are so many of us, how can we be afraid of them, we will fight them!"

As he howled at the top of his voice, not to mention, there were quite a few strong-blooded people who joined in. These guys all shouted and rushed towards the ugly man quickly.

This is a desperate effort!

However, the ugly man did not turn around and continued to clean his boots. He turned his back to the angry people and continued to do his own thing calmly.

But just when the villagers were about to rush forward, four stern-faced men in black sunglasses and black suits walked out from either side of the ugly man. Each of them had a submachine gun. They showed no mercy at all.

Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

"Da da da...ta da da..."

The piercing gunfire was loud, and the bodies of the villagers who were filled with indignation and marching forward bravely all bloomed with bright snowflakes. Then, like wheat after autumn, they all fell down in rows.

The other villagers around were all dumbfounded and stood there in a daze. In the blink of an eye, all those people had fallen into a pool of blood, and the entire land was covered in blood.

Some timid guys were so scared that they started to pee their pants. They were just a group of honest, ordinary people who couldn't be more ordinary. When had they ever seen such a battle? At this moment, apart from watching blankly, they had done nothing.

No other actions are possible.

"Tsk, tsk, you are a bunch of stupid and arrogant guys. In what era are you living in this era? Do you think that having a large number of people is useful? No matter how many people you have, how many bullets will you have?"

After killing so many people, it seemed as if nothing had happened to the ugly man, and he could still talk to himself. Finally, he smiled evilly, and continued to add, "Ten! Nine! Eight!...
Chapter completed!