Click, a blue-white thunder suddenly appeared in the night sky, like a ferocious centipede, and then huge raindrops fell down. """")
"Please, doctor, save my dog!" The homeless man knelt at the door of the clinic and cried bitterly, shouting at the top of his lungs. In order to prevent the dog from getting wet from the rain and infecting the wound, he took off the only clothes he had on him.
Clothes were draped on it, and then it continued to beg.
The stray dog whimpered, licked the cloth wrapped around the wound, then licked the back of its owner's hand and bit his pants. It struggled to stand up and dragged its owner away from here, but it was too weak.
It was extremely difficult to even breathe.
"Let's go, I'll take you to another house." The homeless man saw that the doctor didn't open the door, and he was completely helpless. "You have to hold on, you will get better soon, and then we can go find food together."
The homeless man wrapped his dog tightly in clothes and ran wildly in the heavy rain. The rain curtain obscured his vision. When passing 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 soaked in water, and the two xenon headlights were so dazzling that he hurriedly avoided it. As a result, he accidentally stepped into the sewer opening without a manhole cover, and his whole leg sank in, and he fell to the ground. This was also
Let him roll the dog out.
The homeless man's leg was scraped by the cement wellhead, and his flesh and blood were bruised. He was an old man, and this made it even more difficult for him to move. However, he gritted his teeth and crawled out as quickly as possible.
"Don't worry, I'll take you to the doctor right now." The homeless man raised his head to see the injury of his pet dog, but found it lying five meters away with its eyes completely closed.
"Why!" The tramp chased the ground angrily, roaring loudly. A flash of lightning suddenly appeared, illuminating his sad face, and it suddenly became ferocious.
The homeless man hugged his pet dog and climbed into a cemetery. He had just dug a hole when he was discovered by the cemetery guard.
"Hey, dirty ghost, take your dead dog and get out of here, it can't sleep here!" The guard was wearing a raincoat, holding a shotgun in both hands, pointing it at the homeless man, and roaring loudly at him.
The homeless man seemed not to have heard anything and was still digging.
"Crazy. Delaying my sleep." The guard yelled angrily. He saw the dog corpse next to him and fired a shot at him. The shot missed and soil 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 earned from collecting garbage and selling it, leaving only a few steel coins.
"I don't care about your money.""""("The guard who was disturbed from his sleep was very angry. After loading the gun, he continued to shoot at the dog corpse. This time, he hit the target, and the stray dog's head was hit directly.
exploded.
"No." The homeless man rushed over and blocked it with his body.
"**, are you an idiot?" the guard muttered, walked over, kicked the homeless man away, put the muzzle of the gun on the stray dog, and beat it into a pile of rotten flesh, "Now
Let me see how you can still bury it? Take this pile of rubbish away with me quickly."
The guard put the gun on his shoulder and walked back to the house to catch up on his sleep.
The homeless man was completely angry. He took out a rusty fork and chased the guard. Because of the noise of the heavy rain, the guard did not notice his actions.
"It's a long night, why don't you find a prostitute to relax for a while?" The guard hummed a tune and walked leisurely. Suddenly he saw a dark shadow in the corner of his eye. He was startled immediately and was about to fight back with a gun when a fork was stretched out from behind.
Come and stab him in the neck.
"Die!" The homeless man pulled out his fork, and blood spurted out. The guard did not die immediately. He covered the wound with one hand and hit the homeless man with the other hand, because he was behind him and it was difficult to exert force.
The homeless man lay completely on the guard's back, holding a fork and stabbing his neck and face crazily. His eyeballs were exploded, his cheek was pierced, and his throat bone was severely injured.
After the guard screamed a few times, he fell to the ground and was stabbed for a full minute before he collapsed and turned into a corpse.
The tramp didn't know whether it was tears or rain, but his face was very wet. He didn't stop until he was too tired and had no strength left, so he lay down on the dirt and let the rain wash away 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 ached. Then after seeing the body of his beloved dog, all regrets and worries disappeared.
The homeless man took off the guard's raincoat, picked up the pieces of his dog's body, wrapped it up, and then took the shotgun and went to the guard's house to look for tools.
"Old man, I'll be back with you soon, but I won't be able to sleep with you." The tramp even dug his own grave, right next to the stray dog, but he knew he wouldn't need it.
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Without touching the guard's money, the homeless man walked into the heavy rain with a shotgun and bullets. Twenty minutes later, he appeared outside a 24-hour gun store. He looked at the sign above and walked in.
"Hey, tramp, get out." There was a middle-aged man sitting next to the cashier, drinking coffee and reading a copy of Playboy. He looked up at the wet tramp and frowned.
"Hey, don't make me say it a second time." The homeless man took one more step, and the man pulled out a shotgun from the table with one hand and aimed it at him, "Get out."
"I have money." The homeless man took out a few steel coins, "I only buy a box of bullets."
"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, feeling helpless because he was discriminated against even when buying things because he was a beggar.
The man put down the gun and looked at the model girl with big breasts and fat butt in the magazine. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and was about to unbutton his pants. Then he heard a click. He looked up in surprise and saw the homeless man standing at the door, holding a bag.
A shotgun pointed at himself.
"**!" The man cursed and went to grab the gun. He heard the words "Go to hell!" and then a shotgun shot blasted his head.
The man lies back, and the white spine can be seen from the headless neck cavity.
The homeless man wiped the barrel of his gun, walked into the store, picked up a package, and stuffed firearms, bullets, and grenades inside.
Because of the heavy rain, the villains stayed behind closed doors. For most of the night, the tramp didn't catch a single gangster. He didn't think he could survive tomorrow, so he returned to the cemetery and continued to accompany his pet dog.
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The next evening, the homeless people were out.
"Okay, I'm going to do what I have to do." The tramp was originally going to take a bath, but when he thought that after dying like that, he might meet his beloved dog in hell, and it might not recognize him, so he
give up.
When I came to the vet's clinic again, the homeless man walked straight in before it was closed.
"It's you again, get out of here, don't delay my business." The veterinarian had a bad temper. Listening to the nagging lady opposite, he decided to inject some medicine into his Persian cat to make it die early.
The homeless man didn't say anything. He took out the shotgun from under his raincoat and fired a shot at the veterinarian. After seeing his chest was smashed, he turned and left.
The nurse stopped screaming and called the police.
The homeless man wanted to go to the north of the city to look for the robber who stabbed his dog a few days ago, but before he could board the bus, he was driven away by the driver.
Some passengers felt that the driver had gone too far and wanted to give some advice, but they saw the homeless man take out a shotgun and shoot his head off, and they immediately screamed out in shock.
The homeless man walked forward on foot. After walking for about two minutes, a group of hippies passed by on motorcycles. 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 apologized with a smile. No matter how he sounded, he was gloating about his misfortune.
Click, the bullet was loaded, and the homeless man suddenly opened fire on the hippie. The bullet smashed his head, and everyone else froze and stared at him in shock.
"Sorry, my hand slipped too." The homeless man aimed at the second person and started killing.
The hippies never thought that the weak people who had been bullied by them in the past would turn from lambs into wolves. Without checking, several of them fell down.
The homeless man opened the magazine and took out the gun. In just one minute, the whole street was filled with blood and corpses. He picked up a motorcycle and rode away.
Tang Zheng was getting ready 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'm with you." The female police officer was a civilian and didn't have to go out originally, but after her brother's affairs were arranged, she felt it was necessary to repay Tang Zheng, and maybe she could climb onto this high branch.
The policewoman noticed that Xu Liangmao was not squinting and driving with peace of mind, so she pressed her body against Tang Zheng, squeezing him with her breasts, and then grabbed his big hand and placed it on her thigh.
The smooth touch of the stockings immediately reached Tang Zheng's palm. The policewoman glanced at him charmingly and used the document bag to cover up their intimate movements.
Tang Zheng did not take a step closer because he saw a familiar scene.
"Robbery!" A middle-aged woman fell behind and shouted loudly. A young man wearing a mask held a dagger and waved it around while running wildly. Pedestrians did not dare to intercept and hid aside.
There was a red cross on the young man's mask. He was the guy who stabbed the homeless man's dog to death a few days ago. Coincidentally, the woman was also the same woman whose bag was robbed last time.
"It's you again? Get away!" The young man saw the homeless man standing alone in the middle of the street. He was furious and stabbed him with a dagger.
"Old man, I've avenged you." The homeless man took out his rifle and shot at the young man, smashing his legs. After some torture, he killed him.
The crowd of onlookers dispersed when they saw the murder, except for the woman who was still reluctant to part with her handbag.
The homeless man threw the handbag over, and the woman looked happy at having found it. Instead of saying thank you, she stared at it and stretched out her hands to catch it. Then a series of gunshots rang out, and the bullet flew off her skull.
With a creak, the police car stopped not far away. Feeling that Tang Zheng was about to pull away, the policewoman clamped him tightly with her legs.
"Don't move, you're under arrest." Xu Liangmao got out of the car and faced each other with a gun. To be continued...