lcionline Chapter 117 The Tragedy of the Final Station (6)
Chapter 117 The Tragedy of the Final Station (6)
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Gray ultimately failed to escape, as many bandits remained patrolling outside, specifically targeting those who managed to slip through the net.
The moment he showed his face, several guns were pointed at his head, forcing him to surrender.
At this point, the bandits seemed to have had enough killing. Instead of killing Gray immediately, they escorted him towards the courtyard.
"Go..."
The bandit slammed the butt of his rifle into the man in front of him, urging him impatiently.
"..."
He was struck hard in the back and nearly fell. Although he was filled with grief and anger, he had no choice but to suppress his rage and hatred because of the circumstances.
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As he passed the spot where Old Brown was sunbathing, he saw the old man's body lying quietly in his wheelchair, blood still flowing from the bullet holes in his body. The old man's head was drooping, and it was unclear whether he had died with his eyes open.
The kind old man who greeted him warmly this morning is now a cold corpse.
Many others suffered the same fate as Old Brown; corpses littered the community. Gray's spirits plummeted; their losses were devastating...
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When he arrived in the courtyard, a large crowd had already gathered. He saw familiar faces: Mary, Alex, Martin, Kelly, Chuck, Greg, Mike, Albert...
Gray understood that these people, like him, had narrowly escaped the earlier carnage and were dragged from their hideout by the bandits and brought here...
Faced with this unexpected turn of events, everyone fell silent, some filled with fear, others with grief, and still others with anger...
But faced with the cold muzzle of a gun, they had no choice but to submit, separated by gender and herded into a corner by the bandits like sheep.
Suddenly, Grey saw that Jessica had also been brought over.
Her face and body were splattered with blood, and she looked dazed and lifeless, being shoved along by the bandits like a lifeless puppet...
"..."
Gray frowned, his first thought being that Jessica had been assaulted by thugs, and he felt both worried and angry.
But seeing that Jessica's clothes were intact and not what he had expected, Gray suddenly realized something and abruptly turned his head to look around...
They discovered that only able-bodied adults had been driven into the yard; there were no elderly people or children...
[......devil!!!]
[...Those damned devils!!!]
Gary roared inwardly, his hands clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his flesh as if he didn't feel it, his heart burning with rage.
Da da da......
At that moment, one of the bandits fired a burst of bullets into the air and then shouted at the prisoners, "Kneel down!"
"Everyone, kneel down!"
"..."
A burst of gunfire extinguished the fury in Gray's heart like a bucket of cold water. He quickly calmed down; now was not the time for their impotent rage.
"Your Majesty!"
The bandits were still shouting loudly.
Faced with the bandits' orders, the timid immediately knelt down in fear, but some were unwilling to kneel before their enemies in such a humiliating manner.
Seeing that someone dared not cooperate, the violent bandits immediately stepped forward and began punching and kicking him.
"..."
Martin did just that; he endured several heavy blows, but he remained upright and refused to kneel.
"Don't eat pickled radishes!"
Seeing that Martin refused to submit, the bandits became enraged and immediately pressed the muzzle of their gun against Martin's head, preparing to kill him as a warning to others.
"..."
A commotion suddenly arose in the crowd, with some hot-blooded individuals eager to seize the opportunity to fight back. Seeing this, the bandits immediately pointed their guns at the crowd...
"Don't fire! We will follow your orders..."
Gray was extremely anxious. He shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to calm both sides: "Everyone, calm down! Don't act rashly!"
"Martin! Kneel down!"
Gray strode over to Martin, forcefully pulled him to his knees, and seeing that he was still resisting, immediately reprimanded him sternly:
"Do you want to see everyone die here meaninglessly?"
"..."
Martin's expression changed several times, but in the end, he slowly knelt down beside Gray, feeling resentful.
"..."
Seeing that Martin had finally given in, Gray turned to those who remained standing and shouted, "Everyone, cooperate with their orders! We can't afford to lose any more people!"
Seeing this, the others immediately lost their will to resist and knelt down one after another...
Not far away, the War Witch witnessed the whole scene, and the young man aroused his interest.
He finally left his car and slowly walked toward the kneeling prisoners.
"..."
The war shaman slowly walked up to Gray and stopped. His one-eyed eye looked him up and down before asking, "Are you their leader?"
"Our community is all equal..."
Upon hearing this, Gray shook his head.
Although he has considerable influence in the community, he is far from being a true leader, as community affairs are decided through democratic voting by all members.
"Then you have no right to speak to me."
The war shaman's expression turned indifferent, as if he had lost interest in talking to him.
Gray grew anxious. He realized that the imposing man before him was likely the leader of the gang, and fearing he would miss this opportunity to speak, he quickly said:
"Whatever your demands, I can persuade everyone..."
"So you're saying they'll all listen to you..."
"......Yes."
After hesitating for a moment, Gray nodded and accepted the role of leader, as he needed the power to negotiate.
"Do you know how we deal with captured leaders?"
The war shaman's lips curled slightly as he asked with interest.
"..."
Gray shook his head; he had a guess in his mind…
“We’ll slowly sever their leader’s head in front of everyone. Are you scared?”
The war shaman's one eye was fixed on Gray's changing expression, and he spoke deliberately.
"..."
Gray swallowed hard, feeling a pang of fear, but he tried his best to keep his voice calm and said with difficulty:
"You can have all the supplies in the community, please stop killing..."
"..."
Upon hearing this, the War Witch shook his head, then said in a mocking tone, "The supplies here, including all of you, are my spoils of war. You're trying to negotiate with me using my spoils?"
"Hahaha......"
The bandits burst into unrestrained laughter, as if they had heard the funniest joke.
"..."
Gray was speechless for a moment; it seemed they truly had no leverage in the negotiation…
His mind raced, trying to think of what they could offer in exchange for their lives.
"There's something I'm curious about..."
Before he could answer, the war shaman continued.
"what?"
Why did you put up those signs outside?
"..."
Grey was taken aback by what he heard.
It turns out it was because of those signs.
"Ha ha……"
The war shaman's one eye swept over the crowd, and seeing the long-awaited expression on their faces, he felt extremely pleased. He continued with his piercing words: "Those wooden plaques have been a great help to us..."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The bandits burst into laughter; this was the most foolish camp they had ever encountered, bar none.
"..."
The bandits' mocking laughter pierced the hearts of all the prisoners like sharp blades. They finally understood why they had suffered such a calamity—it was because of their momentary act of kindness…
Regret, like a venomous snake, relentlessly gnaws at the heart of everyone.
"Woooooooo..."
Those whose defenses crumbled couldn't help but break down and cry.
If they could turn back time, they would never have erected those signs again...
At this moment, a bandit dragged someone over, shouting loudly:
"Boss, look who we found here..."
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