Qiao Xuejun was puzzled when she heard him confuse right and wrong: "You came up the mountain with this kind of knife, saying you were going to chop wood?"
She didn't argue with them, but pointed out the doubts directly.
After he finished clicking, he looked at Zhao Xian: "Lord, they were the first to start."
She still focused on explaining herself, not wanting to confront Zhao Xian. She remembered Kuang Qianli saying that Zhao Xian was a special forces soldier, and he brought two soldiers with rifles. If a dispute arose, she was not sure she could defeat the special forces soldiers.
But Qiao Xuejun never put down his gun throughout the whole process.
Zhao Xian raised his foot and walked towards the men.
He stood in front of one of the men and looked down at him: "Did she rob you at gunpoint?"
As he asked the question, he pulled out a gun from his gun bag and wiped the muzzle with his fingers.
His tone was calm and natural, just a simple inquiry, and Qiao Xuejun could not hear his emotions.
She didn't know whether Zhao Xian believed their lies.
When the man heard Zhao Xian's question, he seemed to have grasped hope and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, that's right, we are just going up the mountain to collect supplies..."
"Are you Gwenshu?" Zhao Xian interrupted the man's statement.
Ge Wenshu suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhao Xian, and saw the black muzzle of the gun pointed at him. His pupils suddenly shrank.
"Bang!"
Before anyone present could react, he shot him in the head.
Gwenshu fell backwards to the ground in a daze, blood oozing from his forehead, his eyes wide open, he died with his eyes open.
The gunshot was sharp, and the bullet shot directly into the man's forehead. Qiao Xuejun was so shocked that she was speechless. How could it be like this? Killing someone just because of a disagreement?
The bullet hit him right between the eyebrows, and there was a slight smoke coming out of the muzzle of his gun.
At this moment, Qiao Xuejun suddenly remembered what the system said. In the original book, Zhao Xian was a villain. It seemed that there was indeed a reason why he was set as a villain.
Qiao Xuejun looked at the two soldiers behind Zhao Xian. Even though they saw this scene, their expressions did not change at all, as if they were used to it.
What's going on? Does Zhao Xian often do this? Will he point his gun at me next?
Just as he was thinking this, Zhao Xian walked up to the next man and said in the same calm tone: "Zheng Quanming."
He raised his gun.
"Bang!"
Another one, right between the eyebrows.
Qiao Xuejun had already turned the gun and pointed it vigilantly at Zhao Xian.
Zhao Xian looked back at Qiao Xuejun and saw the gun pointed at him. His expression did not change and he ignored her. He turned around and continued to walk to the third man.
"Wu Yechun."
"No, no, no, don't kill me!"
Two people died in succession, and the rest of the people had already realized what had happened. The man looked at the muzzle of the gun, collapsed to the ground, and retreated repeatedly. When he heard Zhao Xian calling his name, he was terrified as if he had been found by the god of death: "Lord, I, I admit my mistake, I repent, please don't kill me..."
"Do you admit your mistake?" Zhao Xian did not shoot immediately, but waved the muzzle of the gun in front of the man, "Tell me, what's wrong?"
The man was sweating and his face was pale. He stared at the muzzle of the gun: "I shouldn't have gone up the same mountain with you. I shouldn't have competed with you for resources here..."
Zhao Xian frowned. Obviously, this answer did not satisfy him.
The man also noticed it, racked his brains and quickly changed his words, answering loudly: "We shouldn't compete with this lady for resources, we shouldn't lie to her, we..."
"Bang."
The wrong answer made Zhao Xian impatient, so he fired another shot.
The man fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, blood gushing from his forehead.
The continuous gunshots made Qiao Xuejun's eardrums hurt.
Blood splattered everywhere, covering the ground in blood. Qiao Xuejun wasn't standing very close, but there were spots of blood on her shoes.
Only one person is left.
"Zhou Fan." Zhao Xian said his name.
The man was trembling all over. He looked at his three teammates on the ground and admitted his mistakes repeatedly: "I was wrong, Lord. We, we shouldn't rob everywhere... Lord, I admit my guilt and accept the punishment. Please let me go and don't kill me..."
Zhao Xian paused and nodded: "You only know now? Didn't I warn you a long time ago?"
The man shook his head, then nodded, and explained tremblingly: "Yes, yes, we received it, but, but we have no choice, it's too difficult to survive..."
"Bullshit!" A soldier behind Zhao Xian interrupted at this time, spitting and cursing, "It's hard to survive? When you were first reported, the captain asked you to come to the first base to survive, but you refused to come. You insisted on burning, killing and looting outside. When others refused to give you anything, you killed people directly, especially the old and the young, and raped and killed them... That little girl was less than 18 years old, how could you have the heart to do that, you beasts!"
The four men's attack was accidentally recorded by the girl on her cell phone. The phone had less than 10% battery left, so the girl must have turned it off to save some power, perhaps hoping to make a phone call for help as soon as communication was restored.
But I didn't expect that the last bit of electricity would be used in this place.
The soldier said this, staring at the man, his eyes full of disdain and anger.
Zhou Fan burst into tears: "Commander, Commander, I was really wrong. Don't kill me. I will change. I will go back to the First Base with you! I will definitely change! I will definitely..."
Zhao Xian interrupted him: "Five days ago, I received a report about your murder. Do you know how many reports I have received about you this month?"
Zhou Fan had no way to answer this question. He just shook his head desperately: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I was really wrong. I will never do that next time..."
"13 times." Zhao Xian gently raised the gun and whispered, "There won't be a next time."
"Bang."
Zhao Xian pulled the trigger, and the last man fell to the ground with a bullet wound on his forehead.
When Qiao Xuejun heard the soldier listing the crimes, she had already put down the gun that was pointed at Zhao Xian. After all, she felt that these people really deserved to die.
Zhao Xian didn't kill people for no reason.
She also realized that the reason these four men took a fancy to her was probably because she was a woman and they thought she was easy to deal with.
But this could not eliminate the stimulation Zhao Xian had for her today. Those men deserved to die, but Zhao Xian's cruelty was also shocking to be able to execute the criminals so cleanly and expressionlessly.
Zhao Xian put his gun back into the gun bag on his waist and ordered two subordinates: "Carry the bodies of these four people down, write their names, put them on the cart and push them around every mountain. Let them all know and behave themselves."
"Received the order!" The soldier stood at attention and received the order.
"Come out." Zhao Xian suddenly said.
Qiao Xuejun: “……?”
Just as she was wondering, there was movement behind her.
Qiao Xuejun looked back and saw that it was Wang Juanfeng. She was holding a shovel in her hand and her face was pale. She stood out from behind a tree. It was unknown how long she had been listening there.
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