Being too ferocious because of caution

Chapter 220 Invitation to join the game

The moment the hot blood splashed down, Cheng Kong wanted to scream.

How much he wanted to grab the missionaries by the collar, trample the traitor Liang Tao under their feet, force them to tell the truth about what framed him, make the truth known to the public, and restore his innocence!

But he didn't do that.

Because Cheng Kong kept in mind what Zhao Yi told him.

Don't say a word.

Just kill, don't talk.

At the door of the police station, the massacre was in progress.

Screams and whines broke out.

Those people finally realized that something was wrong and began to flee away in fear!

Members of the church rose up in resistance.

But it's all in vain.

The gap in strength between the two parties is too great!

At this time, the missionary finally came to his senses. He could no longer maintain his previous aloof image!

To save his life, his fig leaf must be torn off!

"If you dare to kill me, the church will drag the entire Guxuan Town to bury me with you!"

"All of you will die!"

The missionary changed his previous attitude of being compassionate and sacrificing himself to save the world, and threatened Cheng Kong with vicious and shameless words!

If you kill me, the entire Guxuan Town will die because of you!

You will become the sinner of the town!

Not long ago, this move was almost a surefire kill for Cheng Kong!

But now, Cheng Kong has been convinced by Zhao Yi.

He knew that if he still stood in the glory of morality, he would never be able to defeat these stinking poisonous rats!

Amidst the screams, the missionary looked at Cheng Kong with resentful eyes, and a sneer appeared on his face.

As if to say: Kill me and you will become the public enemy of the town!

Do you dare?

Cheng Kong stepped in front of the missionary and clenched his fists when he looked at his expression that was extremely looking for a fight.

Zhao Yi said that he wanted this person.

So it cannot be killed.

but……

It’s okay to give it a two-punch of ringgit, right?

Bang!

Cheng Kong punched the preacher's horse's face, which he thought was noble, and his nose suddenly became dented.

Nosebleeds like crazy.

It covered its sunken nose and screamed. Cheng Kong slapped its face twice more, causing it to become swollen and its brain was like a balloon.

Blood oozed from the right ear and he could no longer hear any sounds.

Cheng Kong called the two dead soldiers, tied up the screaming missionary, and turned to look at Liang Tao.

The latter's face turned pale.

Keep retreating.

"No... Cheng Kong... you can't kill me!"

"I didn't commit a crime!"

"With so many people watching, if you kill me, you won't be able to gain a foothold in the town in the future!"

Cheng Kong said nothing and slowly took out a Wolf Fang Glove from his pocket.

Approaching step by step.

The murderous aura in him rushed towards his face, and his eyes were so sharp that they could penetrate people!

Liang Tao was locked by Cheng Kong's murderous intent and wanted to escape but couldn't.

He knew that Cheng Kong was really thinking about killing this time!

"Cheng Kong!"

"You're asking for your own destruction!"

"I...I am a great contributor to the church!"

"Kill me and the church will never let you go!"

Cheng Kong seemed to be looking at a dog, and that look deeply hurt Liang Tao.

Because he knows better than anyone else.

I... am just a dog.

A dog that bites people everywhere for profit.

But he never thought of himself as a dog.

At this moment, the fig leaf was torn off, and there was nothing left on him.

Liang Tao's legs trembled, and he suddenly knelt on the ground, showing a smile that was uglier than crying:

"Brother Cheng...no, Uncle Cheng!"

"Please don't kill me!"

"Me too...I was forced too!"

"Those guys from the church told me that if I don't help them throw dirty water on you, my fate will be exactly the same as those from the Engineering Bureau!"

His words immediately caused an uproar among the civilians watching from a distance.

Liang Tao thought that he had cleared Cheng Kong's name, and with Cheng Kong's usual generosity, he could spare his life no matter what...

But this time, he miscalculated.

Cheng Kong didn't say a word from beginning to end.

He stood in front of Liang Tao and raised his sandbag-sized fist.

Bang!

Bang bang bang!

There was a burst of indiscriminate bombardment, and Liang Tao couldn't even scream.

Because Cheng Kong was too cruel this time!

The first punch hit Liang Tao's head!

This scene was watched by everyone, and an inexplicable panic arose in the hearts of the witnesses.

In the middle of the killing, these people finally realized that something was not right about Cheng Kong's condition...

He doesn't seem to be here for his own innocence and truth.

But... revenge!

This Cheng Kong wouldn't kill everyone in the town who had provoked him, right?

Some residents panicked.

They carefully picked up their mobile phones and hurriedly deleted the negative comments they left under the news that slandered Cheng Kong for massacre of the Engineering Academy!

Many of these comments are of course apocryphal.

Anyway, online rumors are not illegal.

What's more... they also took money from the church.

This money comes really easily.

It doesn't take much time or effort.

It’s enough to express your talents freely online.

Of course, some residents chose to reject the church because they felt that accepting the money was not good for their conscience.

After all, Cheng Kong did pay a lot for the order of the town.

But most of them chose to compromise.

Because the church gave too much!

And watching others make money is more painful than losing money!

Imagine that you work hard in the factory all day and may only earn two or three hundred.

And others only need to move their fingers and say a few words against their will, and they may earn one or two thousand!

Who can bear this?

But at this time, under the pressure of fear, they still gave up this part of the income from the heart.

I am not afraid of encountering people who fight, but I am afraid of encountering people who fight directly and want to trade with you to the extreme.

What's more, Cheng Kong will not trade with them to the extreme.

The members of the police station watched the killing inside, and no one dared to interfere, for fear of being implicated. Cheng Kong directly led the dead soldiers into the police station!

The church resisted fiercely, but the difference in numbers was too large, and they were soon killed.

The building vacant lot opposite the police station was full of the bodies of teachers.

Like a mess, incomplete.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Kong had only one word in his mind - cool!

It was so fucking satisfying!

He looked at the missionary who was lifted upside down like a pig, counted the number of people, and left the police station without returning.

Long after they left, the police station's ghosts slowly came out and began to clean up the mess.

The atmosphere was very dull.

No one spoke.

The Cheng Kong they saw just now and the Cheng Kong they knew before... were too different!

Is this unscrupulous and completely undisguised massacre really the original principled sheriff?

When the most law-abiding ghost in Guxuan Town abandons the law, what will this town become in the end?

Fear... slowly grew from this moment.

…

Ghost Hotel.

The missionary was thrown in front of Zhao Yi like a dog by the dead soldiers.

The injuries on its face have basically recovered.

But the inner damage caused by the big mouth has obviously not recovered.

It said arrogantly to the thin young man in front of it, who seemed to be the boss:

"Lowly fool!"

"You'd better let me go quickly!"

"Otherwise, when the adults of the church arrive, it will be your death!"

Zhao Yi was not angry because of its provocation, but just smiled:

"You don't seem to know your situation."

"But it doesn't matter. It doesn't take too long for you to realize your situation."

"I have prepared the most complete surgical tools."

"Next, you will experience the best surgical service in the world."

After Zhao Yi finished speaking, several dead men immediately pushed over an iron bed that couldn't be any simpler, and put the missionary directly on the bed.

"What are you doing?"

"What are you going to do?!"

"I tell you, I represent the face of the church. If you dare to touch me, you are slapping the church in the face!"

"Do you know how serious the consequences are? Ah!"

The missionary has very white skin.

His face is as white as his buttocks.

He has a thick golden beard.

The nose bridge is straight and the pupils are green like sapphires.

It roared at Zhao Yi and the death warriors around it like a mad dog.

But no one paid attention to it.

Soon, it was pushed into a room.

The death warriors went out and locked the door.

The room was empty, with white walls on all sides. Zhao Yi stood beside a wooden table, picked up a rusty scalpel blade, put it on the handle, roasted it with fire, and came to the missionary.

With a smile on his face.

"How many people from the church came to Guxuan Town this time?"

The missionary glared and sneered, and said arrogantly:

"What kind of person are you?"

"You are worthy of knowing the news of the church... Ah ah ah ah!"

Before it could finish its harsh words, Zhao Yi's scalpel easily pierced into the nail gap of its right index finger!

Gently lifted it!

Blood light and strange sounds rang out, and the missionary screamed in advance before he even felt the pain.

His whole arm was shaking.

A white face was flushed.

Under his horrified gaze, Zhao Yi pinched his upturned fingernails with two fingers and kept flipping them on the bloody fingers. Every time he flipped them, he brought the missionary pain that almost made him collapse!

"The church advocates suffering and has always regarded physical pain as a practice."

"Although you are outsiders, you must need a lot of practice to enter the inner world... But from your appearance, it is obvious that you have not yet practiced enough to accept pain."

"Today is a good opportunity. As an old friend of the church, I can help you practice... Please, don't shed tears, it's a waste of beautiful pain!"

Zhao Yi took out his old friend from the table - strong pepper water.

Not too much.

Just a drop.

It fell on the blurred flesh under the missionary's opened fingernails.

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The missionary suddenly kicked his legs, bloodshot eyes almost burst, and the whole person turned into a red duck in an instant!

He tensed up and opened his mouth wide, trying to suck in some cold air in an attempt to relieve his pain.

But the already spasmed muscles didn't allow him to do this at all.

A few seconds later, he finally let out a hysterical scream. His whole body seemed like a fish about to suffocate, and he hit the bed board crazily, with tears streaming down his face.

Then, with a puff, a stench began to fill the room.

He squirted.

It just sprays shit.

Zhao was prepared early in the morning. He had encountered this kind of situation more than once. With rich experience, he took out a plastic pipe that had been prepared in advance from the cabinet, connected it to the faucet, then turned on the warm water and pointed it at the missionary. Shi phase rushes!

Crash--

"Cold water will relieve your pain to a certain extent... so I specially opened hot water."

Zhao Yi showed an angelic smile.

The missionary gasped and trembled:

"Don't... please, I'll say it, I'll say anything..."

Zhao Yi was surprised, glanced at him sideways, and said regretfully:

"I thought you could last longer."

"I didn't expect you to be so spineless."

He put down the water pipe in his hand, lit a cigarette for himself, sat next to the missionary, and patted him on the shoulder like an old friend:

"Don't lie to me."

"I can see that."

"You lie once, and I will do the same to you... three times."

When he heard this, where could the missionary still be as proud as before?

The whole person was huddled up like a soft-footed shrimp.

"I, I know..."

Zhao Yi asked:

"How many people came to the church this time?"

The missionary was in a daze for a while, then came back to his senses and said tremblingly:

"The exact number of people is unclear, maybe several hundred..."

"But this time, here comes the man with red gloves and black boots."

"There are a total of four B-class members who are near the level of evil."

four.

Zhao Yi's eyes narrowed slightly.

The problem...is more serious than I thought.

Originally, he expected that there would be no more than three quasi-criminals coming to Guxuan Town.

He had personally experienced the horror of the quasi-terrible... The last time he fought against the mountain god, he relied more on the mountain god's underestimation of the enemy and his fatal weakness.

But this time it's different.

There is no fatal weakness among those in the church.

And there are four quasi-ferocious existences!

If these guys really join forces to take action, all the forces in Guxuan Town will be reduced to ashes in an instant!

As for the guild station... it's just a place for beginners to protect themselves.

Not long ago, Zhao Yi had already inquired about the system.

The protection limit of the guild station is a full blow from a peak quasi-criminal!

Beyond that limit, the protection mechanism of the guild station will directly collapse!

By that time, General Zhao Yi will have no way out...

"Where are they now?"

"Why haven't you come to Guxuan Town yet?"

The missionary gasped and replied:

"The adults are currently in the process of ruining the city and discussing business with some other forces... After all, the church is planning to develop forces to establish a permanent presence in this area."

Zhao Yi frowned when he heard this, and soon relaxed his eyebrows.

The abandoned city is a gathering place for players.

There are many players rooted there. The administrator of the Tianwang Guild was looking for me before. He must have interacted with the church personnel in the abandoned city...

"I've answered all the questions you want to know, can you let me go?"

Seeing Zhao Yi who was deep in thought, the catechist asked tentatively.

It believed that Zhao Yi would be wary after revealing the whereabouts of the church adults.

After all, if Zhao Yi kills it, then when the church adults come here, they will definitely kill Zhao Yi!

As for the pain Zhao Yi has inflicted on it now...it will definitely repay it twice as much when it gets the chance!

The current compromise is nothing more than a stopgap measure!

However, not long after the catechist said this, he regretted it.

Because it found that something was wrong with Zhao Yi's eyes.

"Can you relate to those 'adults' you talk about?"

The missionary was silent for a while, then gritted his teeth and said:

"able……"

Zhao Yi took out a sharper scalpel and picked his nails, saying:

"I want to talk to them."

"when?"

"Now."

The missionary said to Zhao Yi:

"There is a communicator in my clothes that can contact the B-class member of the Red Gloves, Lord Drax!"

Zhao Yi indeed took out a communicator from his body.

The church's unique logo is also engraved on the back.

Found Drax's name inside, Zhao Yi dialed it.

After a short wait.

A lazy but murderous voice came from the other end:

"Wendy, did I ever tell you not to call me on my break?"

Zhao Yi smiled and replied:

"He doesn't want to call you either."

"But this is the last time he speaks to you."

"Come, Wendy, say good night to Lord Drax."

Missionary Wendy looked at Zhao Yidi's approaching communicator and screamed miserably:

"Lord Drax...save me!"

Drax on the other end of the phone was wearing a bright red robe, lying by the fireplace and reading the Code of Suffering. Suddenly, he heard the cry for help and couldn't help frowning.

"I don't like being disturbed by noise when I'm reading."

"Please help him quiet down."

Wendy, who was frantically calling for help, didn't seem to expect Drax to be so indifferent, and was stunned for a moment.

She is a member of the church!

She has been dedicated to the church and devoted herself to the church... Why?

Why is it like this?

Zhao Yi smiled at the silent missionary Wendy:

"A dog that licks you again is still just a dog after all."

"And people don't need a reason to kill dogs."

"Such a simple truth, why don't you understand it?"

The missionary turned his head and wanted to say something to Zhao Yi, but what came to him was a coldness that was enough to freeze his soul.

When the sharp blade cut its throat, Wendy even felt a sense of relief.

Compared to dripping pepper water on his fingernails, this kind of pain can be called enjoyment.

Before his consciousness faded, Wendy had only one thought in his mind.

In the next life... I won't be a dog anymore.

Looking at Wendy motionless on the iron bed, Zhao Yi smiled at the communicator:

"Okay, it won't bother you anymore."

"Now, you owe me a favor."

Drax's fingertips slid across the title page of the book, and he no longer had the heart to read.

"Who are you?"

"X-0."

The answer on the other end of the phone made Drax's heart jump suddenly.

It turned out to be him!

I didn't go to him, but he actually found me instead!

"What should I say?"

"Reminiscing with you like an old friend?"

"Maybe this will make our conversation this time seem more ceremonial?"

Drax's tone was teasing and mocking.

Zhao Yi:

"To make a long story short, I want to play a game with you."

Drax laughed out loud:

"Game?"

"You deserve it?"

Zhao Yi came to the window of the room, opened the window, lit a cigarette, and smiled:

"I guess you have been looking for the body of the crazy inventor for a while."

"But you don't seem to have found anything."

The smile on Drax's face slowly faded.

"It seems that the clown guy has indeed apostatized."

Zhao Yi said without comment:

"If you agree to play this game with me and win the game, I will tell you the location of the inventor's body; if you lose, the church will have to leave here forever!"

"This is your only chance to get the location of the inventor's body."

Drax rubbed his teeth lightly against each other, and his face showed no sadness or joy.

Zhao Yi was right.

They joined forces with many player forces in the abandoned city to search for the body of the old inventor, but they found nothing.

The previous tracking signal did show that the body of the old inventor was brought to the vicinity of the abandoned city by the mechanical rabbit.

But then, the location of the body suddenly disappeared.

They tried various methods, using the church's black technology, to locate the old inventor's body again, but all failed.

It seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

Drax closed the codex in his hand with his eyes downcast.

The smile on his face became fainter and fainter, and he said lightly:

"What game do you want to play with me?"

Zhao Yi looked at the scenery outside the window and the stars:

"Use Guxuan Town as a chessboard, let's play a game of chess."

Hearing about playing chess, Drax's face gradually showed interest:

"How to play?"

Zhao Yi pondered for a moment.

"I will open Guxuan Town's permission to the church. You can build three churches in Guxuan Town. I will select 100 people at that time. You can preach to these 100 people. During this period, missionaries are allowed to use spiritual means to seduce them, but they cannot cause physical harm to these people."

"You only have ten days... After ten days, if more than half of these 100 people become believers of the church, then you win."

"How?"

Drax thought for a while and replied:

"Okay."

"I will send someone tomorrow."

"Remember your words."

After hanging up the communicator, Zhao Yi slowly closed his eyes.

Of course he would not believe Drax.

Zhao Yi knew very well what kind of despicable thing the church was.

Even if he won, Drax would never leave here.

The reason for proposing such a condition is just to make his fake game more real.

Use a false purpose to cover up his real purpose.

On the surface, Drax would think that Zhao Yi wanted to expel the church from the abandoned city area through this stupid method.

But in fact... Zhao Yi just wanted to delay for ten days.

This time is already quite limited.

If it is longer... Drax will probably get suspicious.

Next, what Zhao Yi has to do is to try to pretend that he is really serious about playing this game with them... and, with the help of this game, he must constantly control and prolong the other party's patience...

PS: This chapter is more than 6,000, I will write another chapter, 8,500 if I say it will be 8,500,

This bastard will either die in front of the computer tonight, or go to sleep after finishing writing!

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