Chapter 123 Human nature. Animal

Shimokawa was going to leave, but a mercenary ran to him and said, "Doctor, what about those who caught him?"

Shikawa Honryu looked at the mercenary impatiently, and this little thing also came to ask himself for instructions. Ba Ga!" Shimokawa Benliu cursed in R, and then said in English, "Do you also want to ask me for this little thing? Just follow the previous treatment. Do you really want me to send you to Satan's arms?

The mercenary trembling when he heard Shimokawa's words. For an insignificant little man like himself, no one would care about his life and death. No, Doctor. The dictator is back and wants a few people.

When Shimokawa Honryu heard this mercenary say this, he also paused for a moment. Then he said, "Then bring a few strong people to the dictatorship. I'll take a look by the way. I haven't heard dictatorial music for a long time.

When the mercenary saw that the task was completed, he went to find someone. He was afraid of the dictator from the bottom of his heart. That guy never regards people as people, which is better than the horror of the doctor.

A few people who looked strong were neatly selected, but the pale faces and the floating of their hands and feet made them look like a strong and dry figure.

Wu Xian was originally being treated by a doctor for the wound on his hand, but as soon as he saw Shimokawa Motoru, he was interested to watch the music of the dictator. Wu Xian also stood up, silently followed Shimokawamoto, put his hand in his arms, and held the handle of the pistol tightly.

Shimokawa Honryu laughed when he saw Wu Xian following him. This experiment is much better than others. It seems to be a little conscious, but its ability to be controlled is poor. However, this is also a breakthrough. Go back and carefully study the data problem, so as to summarize the experience and make your ideal transformation warrior next time.

When Shimokawa Honryu saw a plain linen robe and a gold inlaid belt bound to an empty linen dictator at his waist, he greeted him in English with a smile and said, "Dictator, welcome to victory! Did you make enough money this time?"

The dictator who was cutting his nails with a dagger like Gumaro's death knife looked up at Kawamoto, and then took care of his fingernails. The pattern on the dagger in the dictator's hand is decorated as an irregular jagged knife. The blade adopts a mirror effect, which looks like a replica of the execution knife from a distance, but the knife is solid and is used by the dictator to cut his nails. Of course, the dictator still has a knife in his hand the same knife as Gumaro's execution knife. Even irregular serrations are the same. That one was used to kill people. The person who died under the knife had turned the original meteorite black and purple.

The dictator raised his finger and looked at the sun, blew gently. After blowing off the residue on his fingers, the dagger in his hand rotated a few times at his fingertips and inserted it into the scabbard on his leg neatly. His eyes did not look at his legs during the whole process. Hee, doctor, don't say hello to me in your poor English. I don't feel well!" Then he pointed to a few people who were brought here and said, "Don't you have any opinion on using the doctor's waste to entertain everyone?"

For the sarcasm of the dictator, Shimokawa Honryu did not show any dissatisfaction on his face. In this world where the strong are respected, lack of strength is equivalent to an ant. Ha ha, how can I mind that dictatorship brings a little fun to everyone like this? Well, I've come here to listen to your unique music.

The dictator smiled and waved to the team members under him to prepare them to go.

Dictator, no one now knows his real name, only that he is a Maro, and after he survived on the battlefield, he gave himself a code name called "dictator", which means a man who gave the order. In Marlowe, the dictator is the highest officer. His fierce name is not because of such a code name, but because every time he catches his opponent or ordinary civilians, he will be killed by him. His methods make the mercenaries who have experienced many wars feel chilled, but for the mercenaries of Jiuju, this method has also become a pastime in this base. However, they are all under the power of the dictator.

A heavy copper cow was brought up. As soon as the dictator saw this exquisite copper cow, his eyes burst into a strange look! He waved to the people in his team and said, "Throw the weak-looking guy in. Other stronger people will keep it for fun. I hope they can hold on for a long time.

One person opened the lid behind the copper cow, and another mercenary took a man and threw it into the copper cow. The person in charge of opening the lid immediately closed the lid behind the copper cow. The people inside hit the copper wall of the copper cow inside and wanted to get out of it.

Wu Xian was a little confused when he saw this scene. Did he simmer people to death like this? Is the sound of knocking on the inner wall of the copper bull the music in the mouth of their scum?

However, after they did this, it was not over. A black man with a scar on his face threw a large bundle of firewood to the ground with a smile, neatly set up a tapered pile of firewood on the abdomen of the copper cow, took a bucket of gasoline from a mercenary, wet all the firewood in the abdomen of the copper cow, and stretched out a longer match into the hands of his captain's dictator.

The dictator took the lit match and walked to the copper bull step by step. The smile in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and the smile of enjoyment at the corners of his mouth became bigger and bigger.

The match ignited the firewood filled with gasoline, and the flames suddenly rose, and the copper cow began to be baked. When Wu Xian saw this, there was already a chill in his heart, but none of them showed a trace of sympathy and pity. Instead, most of them looked excited.

People here are used to life and death, and have also experienced the moment of dialogue with death. They have been numb to death, and they have chosen to ignore life.

And now, it seems that the people here have destroyed their humanity, leaving only ** naked animal nature!

With Wu Xian's thoughts drifting away, the temperature of the copper cow also rose. Because the people inside were roasted by the heat of the copper plate and the smoke in the copper cow, they could only breathe fresh air and scream at the small opening in the copper cow's mouth.

But this scream was transmitted by the pipe design like a horn in the copper cow, and there were not many tragic voices, but like a scale in a trumpet.

The sound sounded in the camp for a few minutes and then stopped abruptly. And there is also a smell of barbecue in the air. The dictator took a deep breath of air with the smell of barbecue, and his eyes were full of satisfaction. It is still the great Marrow Empire in ancient China that it can come up with such an aristocratic music toy. It seems that I am getting closer and closer to Maro's nobles.

Wu Xian's right hand has just been treated by the doctor, and now the wound rubbing against the handle of the gun has cracked again and enlarged a little. Wu Xian sometimes really wants to pull out his gun and sweep all the bullets at this group of guys who are worse than animals, but when he thinks that he has no chance to escape or revenge after doing so, he can only hold the handle of the gun.

Wu Xian admitted that he was afraid of death and did not have the courage to be heroic. When living in peacetime, he always thought that he had the courage to pull down the emperor as long as he gave up his body of meat. However, after seeing many deaths, Wu Xian clearly knew that he was an ant. Now it was a problem to save his life, let alone anything. The courage to dissle the emperor! Now I can only disguise myself to the best of my ability and give this group of scum a fatal blow when I have the opportunity to revenge.

The dictator asked Shimokawa Motoru slightly, "Who is the yellow monkey behind?" Shimokawa took a look behind him and said to the dictator, "This is the latest reformer, which is better than the previous experiments. He thought of it himself, so I let him follow him."

"Not bad! It's a little interesting." A cold light flashed in the dictator's eyes, and his intuition about danger made him feel that Wu Xian was hostile to him. I really want to throw the yellow monkey into the bronze cow.

As soon as Shimokawamoto heard the dictator say this, he looked at Wu Xian a few times. Hehe smiled and said, "Dictatorship, you are joking. How can he put his most successful experimental product into the copper cow?

The dictator did not say anything, but waved to let a mercenary continue to arrest people and put them into the copper bull. He didn't answer Shimokawa's question directly, but said a bloody sentence: "I hope he can become a transformation waste warrior and let me see him on the battlefield."

Hearing the dictator's words, Shimokawa Motoru immediately waved away and took Wu Xian out. For the dictator's satire on his achievements, Shimokawa Honryu immediately left, and no one can pick on his special things.

When Wu Xian and others came out of this encirclement, a few unpleasant dictator's voices sounded. Dictatorship, this son of a bitch, I finally came back alive. You son of a bitch, but you do this kind of thing. Do you want me to eat meat well? What a piece of shit!"

Wu Xian also nodded slightly in his heart. It seems that not everyone in this mercenary regiment is crazy, or some people come just for money, but they have not lost their humanity!