Chapter 3: Devil's Heart 3

Almost at the same time when everyone was thrown away, a touch of green light shot from Meng Fan's waist, instantly cutting off the unground thief, thieves and two policemen.

"Uh--" The man in the suit opened his mouth incredibly wide and looked down at his waist with difficulty. At this time, the bottom of his abdomen was empty, and his lower body had been thrown in another direction.

For a while, flesh and blood flew and blood was dripping.

'Bang!'

'Bang!'

......

The next second, several bodies fell to the ground, and these people were cut off their lives and could not die again.

The broken limbs and legs were scattered on the ground, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air.

Meng Fan's face was indifferent, and the blue light converged into his hand. It was the long sword obtained from the undersea cemetery. At this time, the blue light flowed in the bright sunshine, as dazzling as a gem.

"Three seas, let's go!" Meng Fan took the long sword, turned around and walked in the direction he came.

"Good!" Qian Sanhai said with a smile, "Captain, you are so fucking relieved!"

"Real?"

"Yes, this group of people really deserve to die. Without them, the world would be much more beautiful."

......

The suit man still had his last breath. In his eyes, Meng Fan and Qian Sanhai went further and further and finally disappeared into sight.

"Who are you?"

The last thought flashed, and the man's consciousness finally fell into a hell of boundless darkness, and his eyes became cloudy and dull.

Meng Fan walked on the roadside with Qian Sanhai, but he could not see any pleasure of revenge on his face. On the contrary, his face was very solemn.

Captain, what's wrong? How cool was it just now?" Qian Sanhai is very puzzled.

Meng Fan shook his head slightly and said thoughtfully, "Sanhai, how many people have we killed today?"

"Let me calculate." Qian Sanhai pinched his fingers and muttered, "There are 30 people in the south of the city, more than 20 people in the north of the city, and more than 40 people in the west of the city, less than 100 in total."

"Too much." Meng Fan sighed, "It's just one day, too much! Has the world been completely shrouded in darkness?

Qian Sanhai scratched his head and didn't know what to say.

Meng Fan lowered his head and walked slowly.

The world is sinister. Driven by the growing material desire, good and evil have been completely reversed.

Evil is above good, and there is no light again. In broad daylight, the villain dares to swagger through the market, dares to cut people with knives, and dares to subvert all kindness and beauty.

Matter is expanding, but the world is degenerating.

Can it be washed with blood alone?

Back to the cafe, Su Qian was stirring the rich coffee in the small cup. She was a little careless. Seeing Meng Fan and others returning, she quickly asked softly, "Honey, how's it going?"

Meng Fan was physically and mentally exhausted. He took the already cold coffee on the table and drank it all at once.

"It's solved, but the captain seems to be a little unhappy." Qian Sanhai said.

"Honey." Su Qian hugged Meng Fan's arm tightly, and her expression was full of worry.

"It's okay." Meng Fan nodded Su Qian's little nose and smiled.

After saying that, Meng Fan slowly sat on the chair, his face gradually changed, and his eyes became firm.

"I want to hack into the computer system of the Ministry of Public Security and download the information of all criminals. From today, I will carry out a thorough purge. The world does not need a prison. Those corrupt people, robbers, perpetrators of violence against women, and murderers are all going to die! I want to cleanse all the evil in this world with greater evil and establish a new world order. I just hope to correct all this before the death of the God King.

"Captain, although I don't understand anything, I will definitely listen to you." Qian Sanhai clenched the village and said affirmatively.

Meng Fan nodded and smiled, "Let's go. Let's find a place to rest first."

The three left the cafe and walked to a simple hotel not far away.

......

This is the first day of Meng Fan's visit to Guangzhou. In just one day, Meng Fan and Qian Sanhai killed 97 criminals, causing the blood of the villains to be sprinkled everywhere in the city.

The power of the destruction of the God King is extremely shocking. In the face of such overwhelming energy, Meng Fan and others have no room for resistance. Now, all people can do is to correct human mistakes as much as possible.

Stop continuing to capture the earth's resources, stop the continued killing of endangered wild animals, and stop the increasingly depraved hearts of human beings...

Time is urgent and urgent!

So, a few days ago, Meng Fan hurriedly left Cerraniya Island and returned to China. The first stop he arrived at was Guangzhou, a city full of materials and **.

The reason why I chose this city was because of Qian Sanhai's words - "One of my brothers died in Guangzhou and was hacked to death by a group of people with knives. After his death, the bodies were not completely stitched together. It's too miserable."

Where there are people, there are crimes. The more developed the materials, the more criminals there are, which seems to have become a fixed pattern. At the beginning, the death of the Qian Sanhai brothers was just because of a kind reminder - "Miss, be careful of your wallet!"

Seven machetes cut a living man to separate his flesh and blood. There were many pedestrians on the road, and no one dared to take care of it. After the incident, the police symbolically investigated and finally ended it.

This is the heart!

The degree of degradation of people's hearts is directly proportional to the degree of material development, which is really a wonderful irony.

In a slightly simple hotel on the street, Meng Fan booked two ordinary rooms for 380 yuan a night. In this bustling city, this is undoubtedly a cheap price.

After a while, in the evening, Meng Fan casually ordered two fried noodles and settled dinner with Qian'er in the room.

In recent days, Meng Fan has become easier and simpler. If he can walk, he will never take a car, and three meals a day are particularly simple.

The three largest gambling cities in the world are in the hands of Meng Fan, with a monthly income of tens of billions of dollars. However, in addition to paying the monthly salary of 100 million of his partners, Meng Fan donated all his funds to poor countries in Africa.

There, many children live an extremely miserable life without clothes or food. Meng Fan doesn't understand why some people are born rich and noble, and some people are doomed to a tragic fate as soon as they are born.

Why?

Who knows?

The total wealth of society is certain. The richer the rich are, the poor are doomed to poverty.

After a hundred years of development and accumulation, the gap between the rich and the poor in the whole world has reached an all-time high point, and the rich people all over the world have also united to constantly wash away this record of shame through monopoly, low income and high sales.

In the hotel room, Meng Fan slowly ate the fried noodles one by one, and his face was indifferent and thoughtful.

Su Qian only ate half of it and couldn't eat it. She put her hands on her cheeks, stared into Meng Fan's eyes and asked, "Honey, what's the matter? You seem to have something on your mind."

"Nothing." Meng Fan shook his head with a smile, brought the remaining fried noodles in front of Su Qian to him and said, "Cian'er, don't waste food. Let me help you solve these."

After saying that, Meng Fan ate the fried noodles on Su Qian's plate in a few bites, and finally patted his stomach contentedly and whispered, "It's good to be alive and have enough to eat."

"Honey, what did you say?" After listening to Meng Fan's boundless words, Su Qian was slightly stunned.

"Cyan." Meng Fan gently held Su Qian in his arms, gently stroked her hair, and said, " Sometimes, I will think, what will happen if we fail?"

"No, no, honey, I believe you." Su Qian sweetly huddled in Meng Fan's arms and hugged Meng Fan tightly.

"I, Meng Fan, have no relatives, only you. I'm not afraid of the destruction of the God King. It's just death. What are you afraid of? What I'm afraid of is to separate from you.

"Meng Fan--" Su Qian hugged harder.

"The world is so ugly that 90% of people should die, but 10% of people should survive. In order to protect these 10% of people and kill 90% of people, Qianer, do you think it's worth it?

Su Qian suddenly shook her head gently, but after a few seconds, she nodded again.

"Even if these 10% of the people can't be protected, and you and Qian Sanhai, I will try my best to keep you alive. Even if I am stained with blood, my hands are full of ghosts, and I am regarded as a ruthless executioner by the world!"

Su Qian clung to Meng Fan's chest, her body trembled slightly, and she cried.