However, Lao Wen jumped up, rolled his body sideways, and kept dodging with extremely flexible and quick movements.
Seven or eight guns fired all the bullets in their magazines, but they didn't hit him at all.
Just as these Red Sleeves Army soldiers, who had not received formal training, were frantically changing bullets, death had already quietly arrived.
Old Wen threw away his gun and, holding a dagger, started his massacre like a tiger among a flock of sheep.
Accompanied by blood and screams, the Red Sleeves Army at the scene continued to fall under his sword.
After cutting the neck of the last Red Sleeves Army soldier with a knife, Lao Wen finally stopped.
He was covered in blood, holding a dagger, like a god.
A man with red sleeves lying on the ground kept screaming, and his eyes were full of fear when he looked at Lao Wen.
More than a dozen colleagues armed with weapons couldn't even last three minutes under the hands of this inconspicuous man in front of them.
Who is this man? Why is he so powerful?
These things were beyond his imagination. Although he was also a cruel and evil person, he had never seen a person who could make killing easier than killing a chicken.
Lao Wen slowly approached the Red Sleeves Army soldier, who was usually extremely vicious and frightened and screamed.
He struggled with his injured body, knelt on the ground, and begged for Lao Wen's forgiveness.
But unfortunately, Lao Wen ignored him from beginning to end and remained indifferent to his pleas for mercy.
He approached the opponent and swung his right hand.
A cold light flashed, and a streak of blood shot out from the man's throat.
His body stiffened, and then he fell to the ground with a thud.
His eyes were wide open, and blood was flowing slowly from under his body.
Old Wen slowly turned around. He was now covered in blood, and the murderous intent in his body had not yet faded.
"Awen..." Ahua hugged Lao Wen tightly, tears falling from her eyes.
"You killed their people, they won't let you go, you'd better leave quickly." The old man in the village hurried forward.
Old Wen turned around and looked at Grandpa, then his eyes swept over the villagers one by one.
This kind and simple village is afraid that it cannot survive in this world.
If he left, no one in this village, young or old, young man or woman, would survive.
At this moment, a piercing pain came from his mind.
He covered his head; the severe pain made his consciousness a little blurry.
Ah Hua was startled. She hugged Lao Wen tightly and called his name.
But at this time, Old Wen could not hear any sound.
In his world, everything around him seemed to have fallen silent at this moment.
The intense pain slowly faded away, and his eyes focused again.
He slowly stood up and looked at everything around him with a confused look.
"Awen, you'd better leave quickly. They...their people will be here soon." Ahua said worriedly.
"What will you do if I leave?" Old Wen finally spoke.
It's just that his voice is a little different from before.
"Don't worry about us, we are locals, they won't do anything to us, just leave." Ah Hua's face was full of worry.
Old Wen shook his head and turned to look at Grandpa: "Grandpa, call back all the young people in the village."
"We'll take as many as we can recall, since this world is a cannibalistic place."
"Well, why don't we be the one that eats people?"
Grandpa was stunned. He didn't understand what Old Wen was talking about.
"From now on, I will protect the people of Xiaomo Village." Lao Wen's voice was low.
He looked up at the sky, his posture becoming increasingly firm.
In Yanjing, Xiao Ming has been staying in a Tongsheng Society base for several days.
He has been venting and indulging himself like crazy these days.
The entire stronghold is filled with madness and perversion.
Everyone in this place seemed to have their memories wiped out.
They are crazy and indulgent, determined to vent their most primitive desires.
And this is the theme of the Tongsheng Society. They feel that they are blessed with true knowledge and that they have mastered the truth of this world.
So they feel they are going to break free from the constraints of this world and they have nothing to fear.
Finally, a girl who had overdosed on drugs fell to the ground, convulsing all over.
Two members of the same student association dragged the girl out, and everything in the room returned to normal.
Alcohol, crystals on the table.
After indulging himself for a few days, Xiao Ming suddenly felt a little bored.
He felt that he should pursue higher-level goals instead of continuing to play badly here.
After all, Xiao Chen now has both fame and fortune, but he is still relying on cheap hype to attract attention?
Whenever Xiao Ming thought of this, he felt inexplicably irritated.
Seeing these men and women still fighting desperately in front of him, he stood up and roared, "Get out, everyone get out."
The music in the room suddenly stopped at this moment, and everyone stood up and walked out tactfully.
Xiao Chen picked up a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.
At this time, Brother Li came over and sat next to Xiao Ming: "What's wrong, Mingming? Are you in a bad mood?"
"Brother Li, days like this are really boring." Xiao Ming stood up.
"How's the PR going? When can I come back?"
"How can it be that fast?" Brother Li sighed. "The best way to do PR is to suppress the trending searches."
"Then give everyone some time to calm down."
"After all, time is the best way to forget some things, but how much time has passed? The market's enthusiasm hasn't completely cooled down yet."
"If you come forward now, it will be like a fuse, and the public opinion that has just calmed down will immediately rise again."
"I don't want to hear this." Xiao Ming stared at Brother Li: "I think this kind of life is too boring."
"I love my career, so you have to find a way to get me back as quickly as possible."
"Mingming, this matter may be a little difficult to handle." Brother Li frowned.
"Is it difficult? Why do I support such a large group of you?"
Xiao Ming was instantly furious. He roared, "If you can't even meet these basic requirements, how can you have the nerve to call yourself a gold medal agent?"
Brother Li's face looked a little ugly. He has been in the industry for more than ten years.
There are also many superstars who came from his hands.
He has never seen anyone more difficult to support than Xiao Ming.
Talking about this guy's qualifications is generally praising him.
Because it's so bad, I can't sing and my dancing is stiff.
The acting was stiff and awkward.
We got him on a certain variety show, and he kept acting aggrieved and pitiful, making it impossible to continue recording the show.
To be honest, if these resources were given to someone with some qualifications, they would have become famous long ago.
But this guy is still lukewarm. During this period, he even tried to provoke Xiao Chen, and was criticized by the entire Internet.
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