Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

Chapter 295

Everything has a value, guns have a price, explosives have a price.

The gun shop owner was happy that Lincoln didn't take away the gun, but he felt very sad that he took away the explosives. The prices of the two items were different!

Of course, the gun shop owner did not dare to make the slightest statement about what happened to him.

The reason is simple. Although he is a gun shop, he is only allowed to sell firearms. Bullets and some grenades, such as the explosives that Lincoln took away, are not allowed to be sold in his shop.

He put those things away just in case, but when Lincoln came over, he just ransacked them away.

If he went to call the police, of course the police would come and arrest Lincoln, but he would also be unlucky because those guys wouldn't listen to his explanation that he had a backpack of explosives not for sale but for self-protection.

Lincoln left the gun store and walked down the empty street humming a tune.

He already knows what kind of world he is in - the human eradication plan.

As for determining the timeline. Why should he determine the timeline?

He just needs to know what kind of world this world is. As for determining the timeline, he is invincible. If he still needs to determine the timeline, he can just get started.

The Purge Plan is a genius idea thought up by American politicians in this world.

They have stricter laws at other times to punish criminals, but they also select one day each year as National Killing Day.

On this day, from 7 p.m. to 7 a.m., all public service facilities will be completely out of service. Firefighters, hospitals or police stations. During these twelve hours, everyone in the United States will be able to

Taking to the streets with their own weapons and killing anyone they want.

Whether it's killing each other on the street or rushing into other people's homes to kill, during this period, everything is allowed.

Of course, the remaining sanity of the U.S. government allows them to limit the level of weapons allowed to be used to below level 4, and at the same time, they do not allow attacks on senior officials above level 10. This behavior can ensure that they will not be targeted and eliminated

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But for Lincoln, what ensured that they would not be eliminated was not this rule at all, but the large number of troops conducting protective operations outside their mansions.

With such a terrifying armed force, even if missiles are used to wash the ground, they may not be able to kill them all. Their safety is completely guaranteed. Only the poor and the middle class will be purged in the killing days, and absolutely not

Excluding those who are wealthy.

But when Lincoln came to Washington, everything changed.

A backpack of explosives may seem like a lot, but it's actually not enough to do anything, even if you add a Gatling gun to it.

The armed rioters would not be intimidated by Lincoln's bombs and machine guns. Instead, they would become greedy.

Lincoln sat on the park bench, quietly watching the hands on the dial move, until the hands jumped to the seven o'clock mark, the killing day had arrived!

Bang bang bang!

Almost as soon as the hands finished beating, the roaring gunshots resounded outside the park and quickly approached the park where Lincoln was.

It was obvious that many people were eyeing him.

The large bulging backpack and the cart covered with tarpaulin, which made it difficult to see inside, fully aroused the curiosity and greed in the hearts of the thugs.

Armed with shotguns and rifles, they rushed toward the park where Lincoln was located, and from time to time they would kill something that moved when they encountered it.

For some people, Killing Day means the redistribution of wealth, but for some thugs, all they want to do is really just kill indiscriminately on Killing Day.

"Hey, monkey!" A man wearing a Sam mask on his face walked out of the bushes with a gun and looked at Lincoln on the chair: "Are your legs so scared that you can't stand up?"

"No." Lincoln crossed his hands on his lap and looked at the man in front of him: "No one has used this title in front of me since a long time ago. Do you know why?"

"Hahaha!" Sam laughed wildly, pointed the gun directly at Lincoln's head, and said in an arrogant tone: "What? Do monkeys feel angry too? Monkey, monkey, monkey!"

"I do feel angry." Lincoln raised his eyes slightly, looking at the man in front of him without a trace of emotion, and stood up from the chair: "In return, I will let you experience what extreme pain is."

"Hahaha, look at this monkey, he was so scared." Sam became more and more arrogant, with a ferocious expression: "Extreme pain, indeed someone should feel the extreme pain, but it's not me, it's you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the rifle in his hand and smashed it directly at Lincoln. However, as a red beam of light swept past, with a clang, the rifle in his hand broke and fell to the ground.

And at that moment, the sounds of flesh and blood exploding sounded in my ears one after another.

The sound of popping continued, and hot red blood poured down from the air like dense rain, and the broken internal organs also rained down on his head like offal, turning Sam's whole body red.

In less than a second, all the dozen thugs who gathered around him were killed by Lincoln except Sam. The extremely bloody method made Sam, who had been laughing wildly just a moment ago, feel sincere fear.

Looking at Lincoln with calm eyes, his palms trembled and his body stumbled back: "Monster! Monster!"

"What are you afraid of?" Lincoln stepped forward calmly, grabbed his hair, and whispered like a devil: "Don't worry, I won't kill you, but you will have to endure extreme pain.

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As he spoke, Lincoln reached out and shook out a fine fishing net from his pocket: "Do you know the punishment of Ling Chi? I improved it slightly."

"Ling Chi advocates cutting into pieces without dying. Each piece of flesh will cause extreme pain. I have improved it a little. I will leave some adhesion on every piece of flesh on your body, and use salt and heat.

After processing the oil, you can make a squirrel mandarin fish dish."

"There will be some pain during the process, but you don't have to worry about dying. At least, you will never die before I feed you all this dish!"

Sam couldn't understand what the squirrel mandarin fish Lincoln was talking about was, but he knew about things like Lingchi. Therefore, the expression on his face became more and more frightened, and he struggled crazily.

However, under the suppression of absolute power, all his struggles were in vain.

Lincoln generally would not use cruel and inhumane means to kill people, but these thugs in this world may not deserve to be treated as human beings.

(End of chapter)