Worldly People

Link's movements were swift. Because these people's attention was focused on the yacht, they didn't notice anything until Link had finished all his actions.

Carefully laying the person down, Link climbed out of the back of the pickup truck, then opened the car door and stood beside the driver who was looking over there.

Feeling someone approach, the person subconsciously turned his head and said, "George, you..."

Link swung a fist at his face, knocking him directly back into the driver's seat. Then he grabbed his neck, slammed the back of his head against the car, and finally stuffed him into the driver's seat.

At this point, Link still had two cars and seven people in front of him. Link released the safety on his handgun. Considering his accuracy, it was impossible to eliminate all seven people with one shot after firing, so he didn't shoot immediately.

Link had some guesses about the identities of these people. Those who could play like this without being discovered until now were likely people with some status. Link couldn't let them live.

Otherwise, even if these people were sent to prison, what awaited him and his family would be a thunderous retaliation. Therefore, it was best if all these people died, and no one knew he did it, rather than trying to escape and call the police.

There was no village or shop nearby, not even a phone or cell phone signal, and it wasn't covered by surveillance. As long as he did it cleanly, no one would even know he had passed through this road, making it very difficult to track him down.

If these people died, their families might investigate frantically, or they might not spend a lot of effort investigating and let it go. Even if they did investigate, the chance of them finding him was extremely small.

But if he let them live, he would definitely face retaliation. In that case, how to make a choice was very simple, wasn't it?

Carefully approaching the back of the group, Link put the gun back in its holster. He grabbed the heads of two people with both hands and slammed them together. With a muffled thud, the two people fell limply to the ground, leaving only the last five.

Next, Link thought for a moment, then suddenly rushed over.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

All five people were instantly knocked to the ground.

After doing this, Link searched for other handguns, crossbows, kukris, night vision goggles, and walkie-talkies, taking what he needed with him.

Then Link twisted the necks of the people he had knocked out earlier, one by one, and dragged them to the side. He found spare gasoline in these cars.

Because the surroundings were open wilderness, the cars naturally had spare gasoline. Link found this gasoline and opened the fuel tanks of the cars, planning to pour the gasoline over the bodies and cars, leaving only one car for himself to drive.

Just as Link took out the spare gasoline, he heard gunshots in the distance. It was clear that the family's situation was not good.

Sighing in his heart, Link was about to continue, but then he noticed headlights. A car was coming towards him. Link's heart stirred. He put down the gasoline and drove the car he had left behind to meet it.

Seeing Link's car approaching, the other car slowed down. The person in the back of the pickup truck waved and signaled, "Hey, how are things over there?"

Link held the steering wheel with his left hand and took out his handgun from the holster with his right. As his face was side-by-side with the driver of the other car, he shot the driver in the head. Then, in the astonished eyes of the person in the back of the pickup truck, he slightly raised the muzzle and shot him in the head again.

The distance between them was close enough, and coupled with his slightly accomplished marksmanship, it ensured Link's accuracy.

The evaluation of "slightly accomplished" might seem low, but it was already a very high standard. According to Robert's evaluation, with some professional training, Link could be called a sharpshooter.

After dealing with these enemies this time, Link suddenly abandoned the idea of setting a fire now.

After all, it was the first time he had faced such a situation, and his thinking was inevitably not thorough. Link suddenly thought that if he set a fire now, it might attract the attention of others and draw everyone over, which would definitely not be a good thing. It would be better to deal with everyone first and then handle them all at once.

Driving closer to the lake, Link encountered another group of people chasing the family. There were two cars and four people in total. The one being chased was Bobby, a teenager about Link's age.

At this moment, he had several arrows stuck in him, but none were in vital areas, causing him to scream and struggle to escape.

This group of people were clearly twisted individuals. They shot at areas that wouldn't cause rapid death, such as the arms and abdomen, just to enjoy the killing. However, with Bobby's injuries, he would likely slowly bleed to death before long.

Seeing this, Link turned the steering wheel and approached a car from the side.

The person in the back of the pickup truck, holding a bow and arrow, called out in dissatisfaction, "Hey, you need to ask for our permission to join... Hmm?"

Just as the other party noticed something was wrong, Link was level with the vehicle. He raised his right hand and shot the driver in the head, then slammed on the brakes and shot the person on the dump truck in the head as well.

Just then, the walkie-talkie crackled, "Hey, who's shooting? Didn't we agree no guns for hunting?"

Link sneered inwardly. He quickly pulled up to another vehicle and dealt with those two people in the same way. He didn't bother with Bobby, who was still struggling on the brink of death, and instead headed in another direction.

Since the initial idea of setting a fire directly wasn't quite right and could easily raise their vigilance, he decided to eliminate these people first and then concentrate on destroying the bodies and evidence together. Link prepared to act quickly to avoid dragging it out and being discovered by others.

After a search, Link found another group of people near the woods.

These people were gathered together, and in the center was Ethel, the police officer's wife. She was pleading and crying out, but several people were holding her back.

Link stopped the car a little further away, circled around, and approached the group from a distance.

The woods weren't very dense, and Link's movements weren't particularly standard, but when he appeared near the group, no one seemed to notice.

Clearly, their attention was focused on the struggling detective's wife, and coupled with the psychological belief that this was a playground, they naturally wouldn't pay attention.

Link recognized a few familiar accents from their voices. They were likely the people responsible for the transport earlier, a total of three vehicles and six people.

Perhaps to vent, most of these people had taken off their clothes. When men are doing certain things, their focus is very concentrated, so their reaction to the outside world is very slow. For Link, they posed no threat at all.

Without hesitation, Link pulled out his gun and called out names one by one. Soon, all six people were dead.

Next, Link looked at the detective's wife, who hadn't recovered and was still shouting. He stood there and hesitated for a while.

If he let her live, it would likely be easily known to the outside world that he did it. Bobby, if left alone, would probably die on his own, but this person was different; she had no serious external injuries.

Link considered this for a long time. Finally, he raised his handgun, aimed at her head, gritted his teeth, and pulled the trigger.

After doing this, looking at the people who had lost their breath, Link felt as if he had lost something. At the same time, he mocked himself:

"I just want to survive. If you don't die, you might bring me extremely brutal revenge in the future. Perhaps in the future, I will have enough ability not to worry about revenge, and at that time, I will choose to save people.

But now I haven't grown to the point where I can ignore these revenges, and I can't bear these revenges, so I can only say sorry. After all, I am just a common person."

Getting back into the car, Link calculated. So far, he had killed twenty-four people and destroyed eleven vehicles. He should have eliminated more than half. He didn't know if the remaining people had noticed anything wrong.