Chapter 137 The Wasteland of the Earth (10)

Feng Bujue came to stand in front of Hank. He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't speak immediately. He was thinking.

Hank looked at the "outsider" nervously with fear on his face, completely unable to guess what the other person's intention was. Feng Bujue's brief silence seemed to turn into an invisible pressure.

About thirty seconds later, Feng Bujue took out his pistol from his bag and asked, "Do you know what this is?"

Hank shook his head.

"This is a weapon popular in the 20th to 21st centuries." Feng Bujue said, "You should know the meaning of the word 'weapon', right?"

Hank nodded and said, "I know...but...what...is a century?"

Feng Bujue thought to himself: Don't you even have this concept... It seems that they were completely enslaved.

He remained calm and said: "In other words, it is the weapon used by people about four hundred to five hundred years ago."

Hank asked tremblingly: "Why...tell me this?"

Feng Bujue sneered, "I mainly hope you have an idea of ​​this thing." Then he pointed at the muzzle of the gun: "As long as I move my finger, something called a bullet will fly out from here. The speed is faster than the object fired by the anti-gravity projectile. If it is used to attack humans..." He began to scare Hank: "If it hits the head, the brain will explode, if it hits the body, the internal organs will be shattered, and if it hits the body, it will shatter. If you hit a limb, that limb will lose its ability to move and bleed..." He put on a very scary expression, like a mental patient who was suppressing the desire to kill.

Expressions are an international language, and they are timeless. Even if two people are separated by a thousand years, the emotions written on their faces can still be understood. Therefore, Feng Bujue successfully frightened the other party.

At this point, he suddenly stopped talking about the pistol and asked instead: "How many entrances are there in your village?"

"What...what are you asking for?" Hank asked nervously.

"What's wrong? You don't want to tell me?" Feng Bujue said with a smile: "Are you afraid that I will use this gun to deal with them?" He asked knowingly, first showing a weapon that the other party didn't understand at all, and then immediately If you ask about the entrance, everyone will think that way.

"I...our village has a household income of one hundred thousand!" Hank seemed to have mustered up the courage and replied in a louder voice.

"Really...hehe..." Feng Bujue smiled in a relaxed tone. He waved his pistol in front of Hank: "According to the automatic navigation, we will arrive at your village in about twenty minutes." Yes. According to my observation, your village is quite hostile to outsiders..." He paused and then said: "If they attack us as soon as they see us... I have a thousand rounds in this pistol. Bullets, even if my hit rate is around 60-70%, how many people do you think will die in your village?"

The Crazy Sword Shadow in the distance almost fell off his chair when he heard this, and thought to himself: You kid really dare to fool me with a pistol and a thousand bullets? Where to install it? Extra-dimensional magazine? Besides, the pistol fires so fast. Even if you really have a thousand rounds of bullets, and your arms and hands can hold it, it will take almost half an hour to fire a thousand rounds. Will the people in the village line up one by one to let you go? You kill?

"No... please, don't kill the people in the village!" Hank begged, "Our village only has 5,000 people..."

"Hey! I really believe it!" Kuang Zong Jianying said in shock, but on the surface he still pretended to be calm, with his back to the two people, he sat in the passenger seat and continued to be in a daze.

"I can promise you not to attack." Feng Bujue said, "But you have to cooperate with us."

"Okay... okay... what do you want me to do?" Hank said tremblingly.

"Look, Hank." Feng Bujue's tone became quite sincere again. This is the so-called hard and soft approach: "No matter what prejudices you have against 'outsiders', you should have seen that my friends and I, You're not a very murderous person. Even if you attacked us with a projectile first, we didn't kill you, right?"

Hank nodded.

Kuang Zong Jian Ying was shaking his head at this moment and muttered in a low voice: "Although I didn't kill him, the death threats are escalating, right..."

"We just want to take a look at your village and then leave." Feng Bujue continued: "Don't worry, this is not a reconnaissance, there will be no 'outsider army' coming to attack you later. We are just Traveler, out of pure curiosity, I want to see your village."

Hank was doubtful about these words. He did think that the existence of the so-called "outsider army" was unlikely, but if they said that these two people were just visiting the village, he would not believe it to death.

"But... your village is obviously very xenophobic and has deep-rooted misunderstandings about people outside the village." Feng Bujue said while observing Hank's expression: "Under normal circumstances, I think the people in your village would Anyone who wants to kill us will kill us without any reason. The two sides have no chance to communicate." He shook his head: "If there is an armed conflict, you should be very clear about the result." He raised his hand and clicked with his thumb. Pointing at the Kuangzong sword shadow behind him: "I guarantee that my friend can kill you by more than a thousand with only cold weapons."

At this time, Kuangzong Jianying finally couldn't help turning around and complained: "Do you think this is playing Mowing Wushuang?"

Anyway, Hank didn’t understand what he was talking about. Feng Bujue borrowed the donkey from the slope and answered solemnly: “What he means is that, for him, killing a thousand people is the same as harvesting crops. easy."

Hank was already covered in cold sweat. When he heard these words, the scene where the silhouette of the crazy sword suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost appeared in front of him again, making him more convinced of the teachings of the village priests: outsiders are devils. Powerful, cunning, and good at seducing people, no matter how harmless, pitiable or even beautiful they appear on the surface, they must be killed without hesitation, without even giving them a chance to speak.

Feng Bujue continued: "Believe me, you and I don't want to see that happen." He patted Hank's shoulder with one hand, "As long as you follow the plan I told you and take us into the village , I promise not to hurt anyone. My friends and I will stay in your village for a few hours at most, and then we will leave. After that, you are free, do whatever you want, call in to chase you immediately It doesn't matter if you kill us." He paused for two seconds, looked at the change in Hank's expression, and then added: "You don't have to believe what I say at this moment, but you have to weigh it. If you don't cooperate, what will happen. What does it look like?" He turned around with a sneer on his lips: "Time is running out. If you think about it for too long, the shark cabin will reach its destination. At that time... we can only act according to the situation and use force. Enter……"