Ye Zhao used a rope to string up the three troublemakers, "Let's go, take me to see your boss."
"Do you want to join us?"
Ye Zhao glanced at him, "Don't ask questions that shouldn't be asked, lead the way."
The three of them were honest now, and they really did not dare to confront Ye Zhao head-on. They winked at each other, suddenly felt at ease, and took Ye Zhao downstairs in the elevator.
There are so many of them, Ye Zhao, just see how arrogant a woman can be once she gets to their territory!
They call their organization "New Progress Association". Several people are responsible for one building each. Regardless of lobbying or coercion, they must try their best to lead everyone into the new century.
"The truth is always in the hands of a few."
"For New World! For all mankind!"
This is their slogan of action.
Ye Zhao took the infusion needle from the water, fearing that it would affect her fight, and followed the group of people to the express station in the community. Not only did the express station open a canteen, but it also had a mahjong parlor next to it. It was like a one-stop shop for eating, drinking, and having fun. It was like heaven.
The mahjong parlor is very lively, the lights are bright, the mahjong players are drinking and punching, and their cheers and noises can be heard from a distance Ye Zhao.
Similarly, she could also hear the painful cries for mercy coming from the express station.
The man who was strung in front said, "Sister, Brother Zhou is at the mahjong parlor. Do you think you should untie the rope first? Otherwise Brother Zhou will misunderstand that you are here to cause trouble, and it will be bad if there is a conflict."
Ye Zhao:"Do I look like a good person?"
Three people:... Didn't you just say that you are different from murderers like us?
Ye Zhao skipped the mahjong parlor and went to the courier station next to it. The three of them originally wanted to call for help, but when they thought that the brothers at the courier station were more difficult to mess with, they held back.
At this moment, there were two men standing at the door of the express delivery station smoking. When they saw their companion being stringed back, they suddenly became angry and yelled, "Damn it, where did you come from, bitch, let him go quickly, or I will make you look good!"
As the man spoke, he put the cigarette in his mouth, picked up the wooden stick leaning against the wall, and rushed towards Ye Zhao angrily.
This was exactly what Ye Zhao wanted. When the other party approached, he kicked him with both feet. The two men were immediately kicked several meters away and fell to the ground. They were knocked unconscious for a long time without being able to find the north.
The three people who were strung together shuddered when they saw this scene. It was too strong. Isn't the girl in black in front of them really a pervert?
Ye Zhao looked at the two people struggling on the ground and moved his ears. Hearing the movement inside, he walked over and chopped each person to death with a watermelon knife. He then looked back at the three people behind him. They seemed to be of no use anymore. Even standing still seemed like an inconvenience.
The three of them shuddered together, and before they could finish calling their sister to beg for mercy, their throats were cut with a watermelon knife. A strange grunting sound came out of their mouths, and they soon became silent.
Ye Zhao wiped his hands and walked into the inn. The food on the shelves had been taken away. The shelves were against the wall and now turned into an infusion stand with several blood packs hanging on them. Several men were sitting under the shelves fighting for the landlord. The smell of tobacco and alcohol mixed with blood filled the air, making people sick.
These people were obviously drunk, their cheeks were flushed, and they didn't even hear the movement at the door.
No one paid any attention to Ye Zhao's sudden appearance. It wasn't until she walked behind them that anyone reacted, looked up at her and asked, "Beauty, who are you looking for?"
After several blows, several people fell to the ground and died with their eyes open.
In the room, a man in black clothes held an iron rod in his hand and beat the people on the ground wildly, while another man smoked against the wall and said, "Be gentle, two of them have been killed. Their blood is still useful!"
"Haha, we are all going to die anyway, why don't we all die together!"
"Don't fart. If you want to die, you will die on your own. I will definitely be able to evolve superpowers!" The man smoked a cigarette and chuckled, "I will definitely be able to evolve superpowers like Brother Zhou and stand out in this New World!"
"I really envy Brother Zhou, how come he is the only one who has activated the superpower?"
The man on the ground begged for mercy in a low voice, "Please, let us go..."
"Let you go? Stop dreaming. It's not that I didn't give you a chance, it's because you don't want it!" The man in black looked ruthless, "You asked for it all!"
He hit him with a few more vicious sticks. The man on the ground held his head in pain and gritted his teeth to prevent himself from screaming.
The three of them were hiding at home, but these people classified them as different because they did not join their New Progress Association, and forcefully broke open the door of his house, and his parents were also beaten to death by them in the fight.
He hated it, but the phone number to the police station couldn't get through, no one could come to save them, and he couldn't carry it on his shoulders or lift it, so he couldn't resist at all. He just hoped that he could live longer, and he would definitely find an opportunity to take revenge.
But can he really survive to the end?
Pain, whether physical or mental, almost took over all of him.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, there was just a clang sound, and the door was kicked open. The man with the iron rod looked back and saw a girl in black. A blue mask covered most of her face, but the eyes she exposed were cold and bright, and her slightly frowned brow made her appear more violent.
The few people on the ground who had been beaten to death looked at the door with hope. When they saw that the visitor was just a helpless girl, they looked away in despair.
The smoking man raised his eyebrows. "Hey, where did this little beauty come from?"
Ye Zhao leaned against the door eaves and took out a gun from his pocket. When they saw the gun, they were stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "Beauty, toy guns are not fun, let my brother play with you!"
Ye Zhao also smiled, raised his hand, aimed at the iron rod man's heart, and shot through his shoulder.
The silencer-equipped pistol didn't make much noise at all.
Blood splatters.
"Ah!" The iron rod man let out a painful cry and fell to the ground. The iron rod in his hand hit the ground with a clang. The smoking man stood up straight and opened his mouth to shout. Ye Zhao raised his hand and shot him. The smoking man covered his stomach and fell to his knees.
His forehead was swollen with veins, and he yelled with all his strength, "Come quickly! Someone has broken in--"
"Killing is illegal!"
Ye Zhao:?
"Do you want to listen to what you are saying?" Ye Zhao raised his gun and pointed at the cold body in the corner and said, "Are you qualified to educate me?"
Smoking man:...
"Let's make a deal. I am Brother Zhou's confidant. I will take you to see Brother Zhou. He can tell you how to evolve into a superpower!"
He said, "Don't you want to become an evolver, become famous in New World and become the overlord of one party?"
"Hurry up and die." Ye Zhao was impatient and shot him in the head. The iron rod man on the side opened his eyes in horror and was speechless. He could only step back desperately, opened his mouth wide and said two words: "Help!!!"
But just as he shouted, the men on the ground who had been beaten and bruised finally came to their senses, rushed forward, and covered his mouth with all their strength. The man with the iron rod kicked his legs wildly. After a while, his legs hung down weakly, and he was actually covered to death.
Ye Zhao glanced at them, turned around and went to another room. When he was going out, he happened to encounter a man appearing in the corridor. When he saw her, he screamed in horror. Ye Zhao raised his hand and shot her. The man's head exploded and he fell to the ground, dying with his eyes open.
She pushed open another door and saw a man in a white coat drawing blood. Bags of blood bags were marked with blood types and neatly numbered in the box.
There were still a few people lying on the ground, but they were already pale and unconscious due to excessive blood loss, and they were taking in less air than out.
"You draw so much blood? You are killing people. Are you worthy of your white coat?" The sudden voice behind him made the white coat startled. He turned around and saw a girl in black. His nervous expression changed instantly. He covered his face with a mask and said dissatisfied, "Who are you? Who asked you to come? Didn't I tell you that no one is allowed to disturb me when I am working? Old Zhao, Old Zhao--"
Ye Zhao said, "Oh, I came here as a righteous man. Although I don't know who the Old Zhao you called is, but if it is one of those people outside, then he should have died due to retribution."
The white coat was stunned for a moment and shouted, "What do you mean? Someone is coming..."
Ye Zhao raised his hand and fired a shot. He covered his heart with his white coat. His eyes widened in disbelief and he fell straight down.
Ye Zhao turned around and left. Several men who had been beaten in the room came out with iron bars. Their eyes looked at Ye Zhao with fear and admiration, as if they were looking at the savior. One of the men looked panicked, "Excuse me, have you seen a little boy? He looks like eight or nine years old, wearing a green plaid shirt!"
"I didn't see it." Ye Zhao shook his head and looked at the last room. The man rushed over and opened the door. The room was filled with the smell of alcohol. A man with a big belly slept like a child, and a little boy covered in bruises lay at the foot of the bed. Even though there was a distance, Ye Zhao could clearly feel that the little boy was not breathing and had been dead for who knows how long.
Ye Zhao sighed, turned and left.
She was going to see what kind of thing Brother Zhou was that had superpowers, so he could raise so many unconscionable things.
Not long after Ye Zhao left, several rescued men came out with weapons. They saw the new entrants lying on the ground, and their faces full of pain and confusion suddenly showed excitement. They all walked over, and soon, there was a bang bang banging sound from the inn...