Chapter 59 Bloody Butcher
"Beast! Beast! Beast!"
"Damn it, damn it!" He Wen clenched his teeth and trembled with anger.
He Wen seemed to be killed and dominated his body. One step, two steps, and then quickly crossed the forest garden and crossed the garden, speeding like a gust of wind.
"Who!"
The black man asked Carlo to get together, and the gun in his hand was too late to lift it out. Blood suddenly spewed out of his neck, fell to the ground, and flowed down the shiny swimming pool on the right.
Ah!
The next second, He Wen appeared in front of another black man. The bone-picking knife in his hand turned and cut off one of his arms. When he was in pain, the bone-picking knife inserted into his mouth, scratched and pulled half of his head away.
He Wen could hear the sound of rushing in the villa, and his body was attached to the wall on the right side of the door.
The door opened and the three rushed out with submachine guns in their hands. At the moment the first bodyguard rushed out, He Wen moved, like a ghost without making a sound. After that, the fear in the eyes of the black bodyguard was unbelievable.
The gun in his hand was taken away by He Wen, and his throat went to the spine, which was directly cut off and rolled down.
Bang bang!
Dab Da....
The flames sprayed directly beating the heads of the two people behind them into a honeycomb. The doors and walls were covered with thick blood and red and white brains.
More and more people are coming from upstairs or elsewhere towards He Wen.
He Wen's eyes were cold and his footsteps were gentle. His military boots stepped on the thick blood and printed a bloody footprint and walked in.
This is a wide hall. The crystal chandelier shines brightly, and many people have lurked next to it. He Wen's footsteps are like the sound of heavy drums brought by death, stepping on their hearts, and the rhythm of death is played.
Puff!
He Wen's feet were like springs, dodged the bullets fired, rushed to the center of the hall, and the submachine gun in his hand sprayed behind the sofa.
There was another gunshot behind him and was dodged by him in a hurry. After holding a gun in one hand, several bodyguards screamed, they lay under the chair or fell from behind a door opposite.
The two people behind the sofa did not dare to rise and sprayed their guns randomly. It was not until He Wen walked in front of them that they pointed the muzzle at He Wen with fear.
He Wen's eyes were cold, like a pool of stagnant water, and the gun in his hand pulled the trigger mercilessly.
Several bodyguards downstairs had been solved by him. The next second, the brightly lit villa suddenly turned dark. He Wen stared at the upstairs, as if he knew that it was artificial, with a sneer at the corners of his mouth.
The bodyguards in black looked nervously at the foot of the building with guns in their hands. They all wore infrared night vision devices.
Dong Da!
Dong Da!
Dong Da!
He Wen moved, like a shadow rushing up quickly, and he was like a death from the underworld in the dark.
Bang bang!
The sound of gunfire burst out in the dark, and He Wen stepped on the handrails of the stairs and pedaled up three or two times.
The wind danced wildly, screams sounded one after another, and blood dripped down the stairs.
The light was on, and more than a dozen bodyguards lay irregularly in the pool of blood, either scattered limbs, or their heads rolling, or directly cut off their hips, and their internal organs flowed to the ground.
He Wen was soaked in blood, and under the light, bright blood-colored petals emitted a trace of heat.
Papa!
A fat man with a big belly hiding behind more than 30 bodyguards clapped his hands.
"Good, good! It's rare for a little brother to have such a good hand. Follow me. We are on an equal footing, eating and playing, women, and a group of men. Why not!"
The fat man pushed out four or five women, one was his wife, two were his daughters, and two were selected by him from other survivors.
These more than 30 bodyguards have different skin colors, and each of them has an evil spirit.
Bum!
He Wen's muzzle slowly raised and hooked the trigger in the stunned look of the fat man.
A bodyguard had a blood hole on his head, which should have been on the fat man's head, but the fat man dragged a bodyguard to him at the moment he shot.
"Kill him!"
The fat man is like a mouse that has been stepped on its tail, screaming.
The gun in the hands of more than 30 bodyguards suddenly sprayed. In this narrow corner of the corridor, no one can avoid the bullet net covering the whole corridor.
He Wen picked up a body, blocked it in front of him, and rushed up quickly. The target was not very far away. For him, it didn't take two seconds.
However, his left shoulder and thigh were shot, and the bullet was stuck in his muscles, which were not very harmful to him.
The body held in front of He Wen has been hit with thousands of holes, and there are both sides behind him, and the walls are full of bullet holes.
He Wen rushed over, and their guns had little effect in the narrow space, especially when He Wen had arrived in front of them. The next second, the slaughter began!
The sad scream sounded after He Wen waved his butcher's knife.
Blood sprayed on his face, making him look extremely ferocious, but his eyes were extremely calm.
He Wen's bullet had been used up for a long time. He grabbed the neck of the person in front of him with one hand and made a gurgling sound, which was the sound of bones being crushed.
After the bone removal knife smoothly penetrated his head from the person's chin, it quickly pulled it out and cut off the whole head of the person behind him.
Bum!
He Wen's head turned away, and the head behind him exploded directly like a watermelon, and his brain fluid was sprayed.
He Wen glanced at the corner of his eyes and saw the fat man aiming at him by the window of the room with a sniper gun.
But even so, he can't stop He Wen's slaughter at all. He is like a bloody butcher. Every knife harvests a life and can accurately aim at the deadly place, or insert it from the temple, or cut off the pulse, or the whole head, or cut off the waist, or trip a person and a foot. He crushed his skull, or directly cut the other party's neck with his hand. In short, every time it was different, but every time it made him have an additional person lying in front of him, or his limbs were incomplete, or his bones were broken, which was directly smashed to the ground by He Wen and died.
Bum!
The fat man will hook the trigger from time to time, as if he were He Wen's best life and death companion. Every time he shoots, there will always be a person with a head burst beside He Wen, and the two cooperate very well.
Fewer and fewer people are alive, either kneeling and begging for mercy, or urinating. In short, He Wen's violent killing has shattered their courage to resist, and the strong bloody smell filled the whole villa, which made them disgusting.
At the top of the knee, the knife fell, and then stepped down hard.
The sound of bone cracking is like a call to death. All the rest of them were killed mercilessly by He Wen. Whether it is begging for mercy or showing goodwill, they can't escape their fate of death.
And the five women pushed out by the fat man were scared and fainted.
Dong!
He Wen walked towards the fat man hiding by the window of the room. He held a Barrett sniper rifle in his hand, his hands trembled, and watched He Wen coming towards him tremblingly, and drops of cold sweat dripping down his forehead down his cheeks.
He Wen's feet are already in a pool of blood like a spring, and the depth has reached a centimeter.
Tick!
Every step he lifted, blood dripped from his military boots into the sticky blood.
Bum!
With another shot, he no longer focuses on He Wen's head and no longer expects to kill with one blow, but it's good to hit him. It's good to force him back. He is afraid of He Wen, and he is afraid of He Wen's approach.
Bum!
He Wen kicked the door and went in.
Wang! The fat man fell to the ground, and the sniper gun in his hand fell to the ground. Watching He Wen get closer and closer, he kept pedaling and retreating.
"Don't... Don't kill me... I have something to eat and have something to play. I'll give it all to you!" The fat man said in horror, his body trembled, and a stream of urine * flowed out of his lower body.
He Wen picked him up, pulled down the curtains, and then walked out of the door.
"You... What are you going to do?" The fat man looked pale and looked at He Wen and took him to the roof of the building.
"You... Don't kill me. I'll give you all my food. The fat man stammed that in fact, he was not very fat, and he was tall and strong, but he was thrown to the ground by He Wen like a chicken.
He Wen looked at him indifferently, and his lips finally moved: "Your food is human flesh?"
The fat man trembled, and he seemed to figure out why the butcher in front of him came to trouble him.
"No... No, no, no, it's not what I ate, it's not what I ate. It's all them, it's them. The fat man pointed downstairs.
He Wen didn't say anything, and then the fat man looked at him in horror: "I really didn't eat it. I haven't eaten human flesh. I have food. I know an ice warehouse. There is food there. I eat food there. I haven't eaten human flesh."
"Why don't you stop it?" He Wen's eyes fluctuated when he heard that there was food in the ice warehouse, but the fat man was going to pardon him after hearing that he had never eaten human flesh.
"I... I... I stopped it. They didn't listen to me and said that human flesh was delicious, and it was a waste of food to live. They even often took some survivors down the mountain to find people. If they couldn't find them, they would kill the survivors and bring them back. After eating, they would give the rest of the soup to those survivors. The fat man stam and explained that he obviously lied, but it was almost true. He understood that nothing could be said, that he could not be said to be his master, and could not tell the truth. If he said it, he really couldn't live.
He Wen didn't care about him, but began to tear the curtain cloth, tearing them apart one by one, and then formed a rope.
"You... As I said, I have never eaten human meat. All I eat is the food stored in the ice warehouse. No... No, don't kill me." Watching He Wen tie his hands with a rope, the fat man completely panicked.
"Is there no food in the lake? Why do you want to eat people? Aren't you their boss? Why can't you stop it?" He Wen's eyes were calm. When talking about cannibalism, his heart beat violently. It was that he hid his anger in his heart, as if to squeeze his chest.
"No, no, no... No, there are fish in the lake, but they are all big fish, very big, cannibalistic!" The fat man cried, but subconsciously avoided the problem of cannibalism.
"Where is the key to the ice library?" He Wen asked calmly.
"In... Let me tell you, don't kill me, okay? I will be a good person, really good, a good person, a good person. The fat man choked with fear in his eyes. He couldn't face the killing god with a calm mind. The butcher seemed to be frozen by He Wen's cold murder. Now he just wants to live.
He Wen nodded. The fat man seemed to smell the sound of nature and screamed, "Really?"
He Wen nodded again.