DC New Krypton

"No, please let us live."

"Me too, please let me live."

"I was forced to catch children. It's all the fault of President Dong Du and Urahua."

"me too."

"I can lead you to them. Please let me live."

"me too."

"I still have a beautiful wife and a lovely daughter that I snatched away. I can't die yet."

"Me too, wuwuwuwuwu..."

When the two remaining uninjured gangsters heard that Haile was going to kill them, they were so frightened that they knelt down and cried bitterly, with pleading words constantly coming out of their mouths.

The others, except for the one whose hamstring was broken, covered his hamstring and turned pale; the two people whose stomachs and intestines were leaking out lay on the ground with bloodless faces. They were already breathing more and less, their eyes were half-open He squinted and moaned feebly, but he would naturally bleed to death after a while.

The only ones in the audience who had broken their hamstrings were Wei Ming and the two uninjured gangsters. They couldn't imagine the tragic fate that would follow. They cried bitterly and began to regret entering the Puhua Club.

This is different from what the boss said. They follow the boss Urahua, and they should be running rampant here, burning, looting, killing, and doing whatever they want. No one would want to fight against an organization with the god of death behind it.

It's only been a few days, and even a child can kill them. Why is this happening? It's unreasonable.

No one cares about their psychology. Now it is Haier who controls their life and death.

When Ichimaru Gin saw Haile's broad and flat profile, his eyes narrowed and the corners of his mouth curved wider.

He put down the persimmon cake in his hand, walked over to the little gangster who was covering his hamstrings, his face turned pale, and kept moving back in fear, and picked up a handful of ribs. The smiling man with a fox-like face raised his hand. He asked, "Can you please close your eyes?"

"No!

"

The little bastard with a broken hamstring turned around and crawled on the ground crazily on his hands and knees to escape. Ichimaru Gin stepped after him, lifted his ribs, and inserted it into his back at the heart.

Blood splattered onto Ichimaru Gin's fox-like pale face, giving him a bit of cruelty.

Ichimaru Gin even twisted his ribs thoughtfully to help the little gangster die quickly. Seeing that the man under him was dead, he pulled out his ribs and stood up, his smiling face unchanged.

Hale glanced at him.

I feel like I’m worrying too much.

In a poor place like Rukongai, even children must have the courage and cruelty to kill others in order to survive.

Otherwise, he will be captured by these gangsters like other children, with unpredictable consequences.

"it's your turn."

Ichimaru Gin threw the bloody ribs in front of Rangiku and said.

Rangiku looked at Gin Ichimaru, who was pale and smiling, and then turned to look at Haile, seeing the two bastards kneeling down and begging for mercy, looking miserable and in pain.

She looked at the scarlet blood and frowned, her face unbearable, "It's too bloody to use ribs. I might be killed by these two crying guys. Why don't I pick up a stone and smash those two in the stomach?" The guy with intestinal bleeding shows that I'm not that fragile."

The two people with runny stomachs obviously had their last breath left and were moaning feebly. When Fang Ran heard Rang Ju's words, he was so shocked that his eyes bulged out and stared at Rang Ju with bloodshot eyes.

I didn't expect that you, a girl, could be such a cruel child. We are all going to die and will not let us go until the last breath.

With their eyes wide open in shock, they held back their last breath of displeasure, furious to death by Rang Ju's words.

Obviously, even Rangiku, a girl, has the determination to know exactly what she should do, without indiscriminate kindness or intolerance towards her enemies.

If the people from Urahana Club hadn't been catching the children, Rangiku wouldn't have had to flee the village.

Life in the village is harder, but at least you can survive and occasionally have enough to eat.

Since the people from Urahana Society came to the village, Rangiku had no choice but to escape from the village and look for food next to the village. Until she had no other choice, she stayed away from the village and prepared to die.

After this experience, if she could forgive two gangsters after seeing them crying, it would be the mortal saint, not her, Rangiku.

But Rangiku really felt that if he got close to these two guys, he would be killed, so he suggested helplessly.

Haile just wanted to see the reaction of the two people, but now he saw it, it was much better than he expected. He thought Rangiku would not be able to bear it, and was trembling and afraid to kill, but now he heard her words.

You don't dare to kill. This is a very rational analysis of the environment at the scene and your own abilities.

Very nice, careful thoughts.

Seeing this, there was no need to demand that Rangiku must kill her. She could make her own judgment. Haile carried Sakura on his shoulders and walked towards the two gangsters who were crying and regretting.

"Turn your head, it'll be okay, it'll be quick." Haile waved his hand, indicating for them to turn their heads, and show the last bit of kindness to such evil people who were unable to resist, so that they would die faster.

"No!"

The two howled loudly, holding on to everything and shivering.

A 'clang' sound.

Haile's right hand seemed to be weak in pulling out Yingluo. The scabbard was thrown up by him, and it kept spinning like a fan behind his back. The blade of the blade formed a stream of light in the sun, and it easily passed through the two gangsters. The neck was accurately cut at the neck joints, and the two heads flew up effortlessly, blood spraying three meters high.

Yingluo inserted it back from the shoulder, just in time to insert it into the rotating scabbard. The sword was put into the sheath, lowered, and then placed on his shoulder. Haer avoided the spurting blood and headed towards Urahua in the village. Go to the headquarters.

Rangiku behind him had already begun to move rocks, trying to hit these two guys with runny stomachs to show that he was as determined to kill as Ichimaru Gin.

But she was weak, and the persimmon cakes she ate were almost digested, and she couldn't move the nearby rocks at all. Her stomach growled again, so she had to let go of the two corpses while panting, and asked Ichimaru Ginzai Grab a piece of persimmon cake to eat, and follow Haile into the village's headquarters of Puhua Club.

The people in the village obviously saw this violent incident happening, and some villagers kept looking out from the cracks in the windows, looking at them with complex and worried eyes.

"It's really stupid to kill the vice-president of Puhua Club and escape quickly. The boss of Puhua Club is much stronger than Dongdu."

Some people in the room spoke to themselves a little loudly, essentially reminding them that it was best to run away quickly. The boss of Puhua Club was very powerful.

As for how powerful it is, they don't know, they only know that they can't resist.

Haier glanced at the sounds in the room and walked towards the headquarters of Puhua Society with a dull expression.

The headquarters of Puhua Society is very simple, that is, it is a little larger than the nearby wooden buildings. It looks like a turtle among the turtles, with a plaque with the three characters of Puhua Society hanging on it.

There was also a gangster with a dull face at the door, looking at Haile coming, with a scornful smile on his lips.

Haier didn't know why and casually pulled out Yingluo.

The little gangster's head fell to the ground, and his shocked face was full of confusion. He didn't understand until his death. Why was he killed so casually? He is just the gatekeeper.

Inside the house, Urakajiro heard a sound outside the door. His hand that was wiping his sword was a little sore and he moved more slowly and seriously, feeling relieved.

He's finally here.

Urakajiro wiped the blade of his sword carefully and slowly. Hearing footsteps entering the room, he raised his eyes as if casually and said indifferently:

"You came."

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