Chapter 1392 Unhappy with Retribution

When Xin Han stopped the car, there was no one alive for those mobs. One can imagine the horror of eight unlimited bullet Gatlings firing at full force!

Attack without dead ends, not to mention these mobs with only steel knives and steel pipes, even those soldiers, except the lucky ones who were close to tanks and armored vehicles, all died under Gatling's gun!

A few tanks began to move towards the Humvee. For some unknown reason, Xin Han directly used the vehicle-mounted missiles to blow up all the tanks and helicopters into fireballs.

This kind of missile, which is only the size of a ballpoint pen, costs tens of thousands of merit points in exchange for one from the system. Xin Han spent hundreds of thousands of merit points in this attack, which made his heart ache for a long time.

Of course, compared to the gains brought about by this massacre, there are still gains.

Suharto looked at these massacred mobs and soldiers, his face was pale, and he stole a glance at Xin Han, who was full of excitement and madness, and couldn't help cursing in his heart: "Devil, madman!"

"It's beautiful!"

Xin Han made two glasses of red wine out of nowhere: "Come on, Mr. President, let's celebrate this beautiful scene!"

As he spoke, he stuffed a glass of red wine into Suharto's hand.

Suharto held the red wine in his hand, faintly nauseated, and said to celebrate your uncle, looking at the purgatory-like scene outside the car, and then looking at the red wine in his hand, he felt that he was very cold-blooded if he didn’t spit it out, so why don’t you drink it? Red wine, what are you doing.

The butcher regretted his life very much, how could he dare to drink the red wine handed over by Xin Han, and immediately said tremblingly: "I don't usually drink..."

Xin Han's eyes sharpened: "Are you disrespecting me?"

He was holding red wine in his left hand, and the 'Glock' on his right hand played tricks in a smart way, which was not without threats, but it turned out to be handsome in less than three seconds. Accidentally, the pistol came out of his hand and landed next to the gear. Near Suharto's position.

At this moment, both of them were stunned!

Suharto was stunned, the temptation was too great, should he pick it up or not.

Seeing Suharto's suspicious but longing eyes, Xin Han stared at him while drinking the red wine in one gulp, threw away the wine glass, lit a cigarette for himself, and raised his chin: " You want to grab the gun?"

"No..." Suharto's heart trembled, thinking of the horror of the demon king in front of him, he quickly refused, firmly showing that he had never thought about it that way.

Xin Han punched Suharto on the head: "Nimma, I can see the filth in your heart through your eyes, why don't you say so?"

He punched more than a dozen times in a row, until his own fists hurt, and Suharto's face was covered with blood before he gave up.

Xin Han picked up the 'Glock' and warned: "I warn you not to drip blood in the car, otherwise I will kill you now!"

Suharto covered his face, nodded again and again, and let the blood drip on his clothes. He had never been so aggrieved in his life. Under the grievance, a dignified president, a famous butcher in history, burst into tears.

"Hold back, I'm crying to kill you!" Xin Han shot another gash in Suharto's head, bleeding profusely, and the old butcher immediately changed from crying loudly to whimpering.

And he was really afraid of Xin Han, so he quickly took off his coat carefully and wrapped it around his head, making himself look like Ah San, so as not to let the blood stay.

This pitiful look, in Xin Han's eyes, there is no pity, only ridiculousness and joy.

In order to prevent any survivors, Xin Han drove the car around the square for two more laps. As expected, he gained a lot of merit points, but the sound of the wheels crushing the flesh and blood made Suharto feel sick even more. .

"These are all your citizens, why is your heart hurting?" There was a playful smile on the corner of Xin Han's mouth, and then he suddenly smashed Suharto's head with the butt of his gun: "This is all your fault. When you killed 300,000 Chinese people, you should have thought of such a day!"

Suharto was knocked unconscious,

But before he lost consciousness, when Xin Han mentioned the massacre that year, he knew that retribution was coming, and he had no luck.

When the old butcher woke up again, he was suffocated, because the huge pressure on his chest made him feel more and more difficult to breathe.

Looking into the eyes, he found that there was a patch of grass in front of him, and the grass grew so high that it reached the tip of his nose.

But when he woke up, he realized that something was wrong. It wasn't that the grass grew high, but that he was too low, and was buried in the soil, with only one head sticking out.

He looked up vigorously, only to find that he was in the garden of the Presidential Palace, and he was buried on the green lawn where he often enjoys the shade.

The demon was sitting on a recliner not far away, smoking a cigarette.

"You...you said you would let me go...you can't kill me!" Suharto said a word with difficulty, his throat seemed to burst into flames.

Xin Han turned his gaze over: "Don't worry, I've always said... nothing!"

After he finished speaking, he patted his thigh and laughed, but what Suharto heard was more terrifying than the howling of the devil.

Xin Han strode over, with a dagger in his hand at some point, Suharto screamed in fright: "I still have money, I'll give you the money and you let me go!"

Xin Han shook his head: "I have enough money, I don't know how to spend it properly, so I don't need you to worry about me, President!"

As he spoke, he made a small gash in Suharto's head with a dagger.

Suharto shouted in horror: "What are you going to do? Don't kill me!"

Xin Han ignored him, and said to himself: "There is an ancient torture in China, called live skinning!"

He spoke in English, so that Suharto could hear clearly.

"The method is to bury the person in the soil, with only one head exposed, cut a cross with a knife on the top of the head, pull the scalp away, and pour mercury into it. It is said that the specific gravity of mercury is very heavy, and it will damage the muscles and skin. When it is pulled apart, the person buried in the soil will writhe in pain, unable to break free, and finally the body will be picked out of the soil, leaving only a piece of skin in the soil..."

"I don't know if this method is true or not, so I just use you to try it!"

Xin Han pulled the knife edge of the ten sons with his hands, exchanged a large bottle of mercury directly from the system, looked at Suharto whose face was distorted with horror, and said softly: "Don't worry, if the method works, you will jump right away." Out!"

After speaking, he began to pour mercury into the knife edge.

However, to Xin Han's disappointment, although the mercury filled the wound, it did not seep into the skin and flesh as in the legend, which made him doubt whether he could kill the old butcher.

Of course, he still has a little patience. He exchanged a few side dishes and drinks from the system, went to the recliner and sat down to eat and drink, waiting to see what would happen in a while!

Xin Han didn't have any hope at first, but after he had eaten and drank enough, things ushered in an unexpected turning point. Although the mercury didn't seep into the flesh, Suharto also struggled with a distorted expression.

"Help me... save me... it's itching, it's unbearable, it's itching, I've got money... I've got gold jewels... save me !"

"I'll go, it's really effective!" Xin Han walked over to interview: "Mr. President, how do you feel now?"

"Itchy...the itch...ah, kill me!" Suharto's voice was not as dry as before, but became heart-piercing.