Chapter 210 Pi Er Er (please ask for monthly votes for more updates)
After some introduction and conversation, the other party temporarily accepted Gilan.
Among these five people, only the mustached writer was not very familiar to him.
It turned out that this man’s name was Moses Rosen. According to his own words, he came to Peel City this time mainly to relax and collect information, but he did not expect that he encountered such a strange and terrifying thing.
“Let’s go down and have a look.”
Writer Moses and Gillan chatted briefly, then pointed to the entrance to the bunker in the tent.
Everyone nodded.
Kulin and Junior turned to look at Gillan, their expressions and eyes seemed to say, let him go ahead.
Jilan smiled lightly and said nothing.
Under the signal from his eyes, Weiwei flew to the entrance of the bunker, quickly returned, and whispered to him about safety.
Only then did Gilan take a step forward, get directly into the entrance of the air defense bunker, and climb down the metal horizontal bars stairs.
With him leading the way, the other five followed one after another.
The stairs are very long, at least ten meters.
When reaching the bottom, Gillan stepped on a metal grid-like ground. Through the gaps, you can still see some pipes below.
Small lamps are installed every one meter on the baseboards of the surrounding walls, emitting a faint yellow light that barely illuminates the aisle.
After everyone landed smoothly and looked at each other, Gilan continued to clear the way ahead.
But not far along the corridor, everyone found some corpses lying on the ground or sitting against the walls.
These corpses were wearing blue and black military uniforms with an "M" on their chests, representing the "Munich Empire" badge. But the head of the corpse was missing. Judging from the uneven scars on the neck, it must have been sawed off artificially.
Everyone looked stern when they saw this.
No one spoke, they just silently walked past the headless corpse and continued walking forward.
Guillen pretended to inspect, stooping down to touch a corpse. His fingers suddenly emitted a colorful light, and the corpse quickly decayed, collapsed, and finally turned into dust.
The color number "0" in the corner of his sight jumped and turned into "1".
'It can be corrupted...'
Jilan secretly thought.
However, his behavior and the disappearance of the body did not attract the attention of these plot characters. There seemed to be some invisible corrective force that everyone subconsciously ignored.
Gillan put all the corpses along the way to decay.
The mysterious point came to "8".
The crowd was marching along, and soon, there was some faint movement in front of them. It was the roar of an old male voice, which seemed to be angry and confused.
"My head! Where have the eight heads gone?!"
Passing the corner, an old man in ragged clothes was kneeling on the ground, roaring hysterically.
He was holding a blood-stained hacksaw in his right hand, and in front of him was a corpse that looked like it had just been killed. The head was held in his left hand. A bloody and torn sack lay open beside him, but it was empty.
Jilan recognized this man, it was the old beggar who collected heads.
Judging from the other party's reaction, it was probably his act of corrupting the corpse along the way that caused the head that was originally part of the body to disappear.
“Have you seen those heads?”
The old beggar turned to look at the crowd with a ferocious expression.
"The heads I finally collected! They are gone! Did you steal them?!"
He stood up, scaring everyone to step back.
Kulin pointed the gun at the old beggar and shouted with a cold expression:
"Who are you? What are you doing here?!"
"I worked hard to collect The heads that have arrived... are just a little bit away, just a little bit away, and I can arrange a ceremony to protect my village from the moonlight!”
The old beggar roared angrily.
“It’s all your fault!”
“And you! Do you think I can’t tell that you are a lackey of the empire without wearing a military uniform? You damn guys, The villagers of Oldrav Village rushed to the old Pil concentration camp to do some inhumane secret research!"
"Go to hell!"
The old beggar suddenly raised his hand.
At the same time, veteran Kulin instinctively pulled the trigger. Bang!
A dazzling spark burst out from the old beggar’s feet.
Astonishingly, it was Kulin's gun-holding hands that were inexplicably pushed down by an invisible force, causing them to miss their position!
Crack.
The old beggar pinched his fingers and clenched his fist.
Kulin screamed, his hands and feet seemed to be locked by invisible shackles, they came together instantly, and then fell to his knees.
He seemed to be suffering some kind of painful torture, letting out a blood-curdling scream and rolling on the ground.
The two women exclaimed.
The blond boxer Junior said nothing and rushed straight towards the old beggar, punching him on the head.
The old beggar snorted coldly, and his eyes instantly turned into unconscious confusion, as if he had entered some special state.
Soon, he raised his skinny arm and easily received the punch from the burly boxer.
Bang! !
The wind is blowing.
The old beggar gave Junior a backhand punch, hitting Junior's lower abdomen quickly, making a muffled sound.
"Ugh!" Junior, who was strong and sturdy, bowed his body and vomited out stomach water, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.
He had no idea that this frail old man would be even more powerful than the top boxers he had ever encountered.
Gilan saw it clearly.
I don’t know what the old beggar did, but he suddenly gained master-level physical fitness.
With a cold face, he drew his gun and pulled the trigger on the old beggar. At the same time, he flicked the hammer with his left hand.
Bang bang!
Two gunshots were fired.
Six bullets were fired at the old beggar.
Dingle bell!
I saw that the old beggar seemed to have predicted the trajectory of the ballistics in advance. He turned to one side and dodged with his head tilted, and sparks shot out from the railings at his feet and behind him. However, even so, there were two blood flowers blooming on his chest and right leg.
The old beggar was shot, but he didn't say a word, his blank expression remained.
He punched out quickly with both arms, and with a few puffs, he hit the blond man in front of him continuously, causing him to fall to the ground seriously injured.
Soon, he raised his hand towards Jilan again and clenched his fists with his five fingers.
Buzz!
Jilan suddenly rushed towards the old beggar.
Almost at the same time, he felt that he was enveloped by a mysterious force, and his hands and feet seemed to be bound by invisible shackles and were forced together.
Cang!
Gilan lost his balance and fell forward. Immediately afterwards, a heartbreaking pain came from the inside out and penetrated Tianling.
His expression changed and his facial muscles twitched.
However, due to the beatings day and night by the "Twelve Thorns" of the "Iron Thorn Meditation Method", Gilan's tolerance for pain was quite high. He gritted his teeth without making a sound and remained awake.
It was a completely different reaction from the veteran Kulin who was roaring and writhing in pain.
Gilan even grinned and said hoarsely:
“This can’t trap me!”
The kingdom’s mark deep in his heart, the cross sword bonfire rose with difficulty A fire started.
The muscles in both hands tightened and they pulled out hard.
Buzz! !
The invisible shackles seemed to be forcibly broken away. Jilan shook his hand, and a ferocious ax appeared, and he held it upside down in his palm.
Dang!
Jilan stood up, walked over to the old beggar, raised his ax and dropped it!
The afterimage flashed and there was a click.
A head with a wrinkled face and a still blank expression rolled down with a line of blood!
(End of this chapter)