Chapter 33: I deserve it

Guan Cheng is a small employee. He is a small employee who looks weak, honest and ideal but has little ambition but has some ability but is not outstanding enough with IQ and EQ but is a little poor, and can get along well with others but cannot get along well with others.

There are many such people on the streets of the city. They seem to have the same appearance, the same clothing taste, the same taciturn personality and the same life trajectory. They pass by you silently, or appear among friends who are gathering with you, sitting quietly with a little shy and longing to blend in, watching others talk loudly and laughter.

Usually when the party is late at night, he will receive a call from home and say goodbye in a hurry and awkward way. However, on one day, he who is extremely depressed will inexplicably get drunk, and then pat his chest with drunken eyes and brag, talking nonsense, crying or laughing.

And when he wakes up, if he doesn't remember anything, he will still be the shy little clerk. If he unfortunately remembers his ugly appearance when he was drunk, then he will feel embarrassed and disappear from your eyes very quickly. Until a long time later, you are surprised to be called by someone in the vast crowd, turning around, but you don't remember who he is.

Guan Cheng is such a person. At the age of 37, he works in a bank and gets a salary that can barely guarantee his family’s food and clothing.

Although it is already a very proud thing to be able to keep a job in such a chaotic era. However, only Guan Cheng himself knows that this job is not as strong as his wife and children's wishes.

If it weren't for the fact that my boss was not very kind and the department needed someone who worked hard and worked hard like himself, I'm afraid this job wouldn't be my own anymore.

Guan Cheng doesn't smoke, so he doesn't smoke cigarettes in groups on the terrace with sunny side like other colleagues. When he needs to rest and change his mind, he likes to hold a cup of coffee and go to the terrace behind the company building and stay quietly for a while. Although the wind is strong and the scenery is not very good, it is better than quiet.

On this terrace where few people would come, he could have his own five minutes to be excited about the extra bonus this month’s salary, or take the time to consider issues such as immigration, children’s education, and gradually tense family expenses.

But on this day, Guan Cheng walked up to the terrace and looked down with his coffee, but he saw a rough-style military off-road vehicle parked in the familiar alley downstairs where he was staring at dazed countless times. Several people were quietly confronting each other between the piles of waste.

Seven men and one little boy.

The fat man with the little boy was holding a dagger in his hand.

On the other side, there were five strong and capable men who seemed to be full of leopards, surrounded by a man in his fifties wearing a jacket. Each of them was half-sided, raised his right arm, holding a black pistol in his hand, and aimed the gun at the fat man holding a dagger.

Guan Cheng suddenly became stupid.

As he grew up, he felt his heart jumping to his throat, his feet became weak, and his blood seemed to solidify. He squatted down quickly, put his hair on his back on a large cardboard box, and looked down through the gaps in the railing. The coffee cup in his hand was shaking due to the violent trembling of his body.

The bright spring sunshine shines down, and is broken by the scattered tall buildings in the city and the continuous rolling roofs.

The sunlight pouring into the alley is a slanted golden light belt passing through two skyscrapers in the distance. It only shines on one corner of the alley, cutting the entire alley through it, half bright and bright, and half dark and gloomy.

The metal in the waste pile, the glass and the water on the ground reflected light in the sun. The metal frame of the billboard, the eaves, the shadows of the fat man and the little boy were pulled long.

When Guan Cheng saw an armed man holding an automatic rifle poking out of the warehouse window opposite the alley, and saw the two vicious gunmen who were carefully hiding behind the heavy metal trash cans behind the fat man's body, he suddenly felt that this was not a dark alley behind the city building, but a grassland full of steaming heat waves after the rain.

Two antelope, one big and one small, were eating grass in the sun, and from time to time, they carefully pricked up their ears to monitor the surroundings.

Not far from them, several predatory cheetahs have silently passed through the woods that cannot be shined in the sun, surrounding them in the center.

Just a little trouble, a bloody incident will happen!

Guan Cheng tried hard to control his teeth as he fought up and down, and took out his cell phone tremblingly. He wanted to call the police, but was afraid of getting into trouble. After dialing three nines, he couldn't press the launch button.

While hesitating, he glanced at the bottom again. This glance made him suddenly feel that the fat man looked familiar!

"Tell me, bastard, how do you want to die?"

When the fat man standing in front of him spitted this sentence from his mouth, his face was filled with a chilling smile. Hansford's heart suddenly sank down. A handsome man with a flat head beside him immediately winked at the two gunmen beside him with a serious expression. The gunmen turned around quickly and investigated the situation around the alley.

"No need to go," the fat man said lightly: "No one else, we are the only two."

Two Hansford had a strange expression on his face, and his subordinates were also stunned.

The atmosphere seemed to solidify. No one moved, no sound, and no wind. The deep alleys emitted a damp and moldy smell. The surrounding buildings stood quietly, and the golden sunshine shone down, like a waterfall fixed in time.

"General, no one!" A gunman who went to investigate ran back and reported to Hansford. The other gunman who followed him, and the three people who had just walked out of the warehouse door, blocked the fat man's back.

"How did you find me?" Hansford raised his head and looked at the fat man.

He looked a little haggard, his voice was hoarse, and his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. He looked like a hungry old wolf.

"It happened," the fat man said frankly: "When I drove past here, I accidentally discovered you."

"Do you think I would believe such a low-level lie?" Hansford narrowed his eyes slightly. "This alley is not open to traffic, and there is no second road except through the parking lot dedicated to the front. However, that parking lot has been abandoned for a long time. If you didn't know that I was here, how could you take this road?"

'Besides,' Hansford's triangular eyes looked at the expression on the fat man's face, with a hint of suspicion of sniffing danger, and tried his best to capture the signal that confirmed the speculation: "After we heard the sound of the flying car, we hid immediately. You would never see us, and you would not stop, and just walk over with fearlessness..."

Hansford stopped, a little disappointed and angry. In front of him, there was only a look on the fat man's face - impatient.

"So many analyses, do you think you are a detective?" The fat man looked contemptuous and sarcastic. How hateful it was: "If you tell me there is no, there is nothing! To be honest, it's just a coincidence. You think of a few more people chasing you, but how much we have to do all day long, who has so much leisure to deal with a betrayal dog?"

"Do you know how many guns are pointing at your head now?"

Perhaps he was hurt by the fat man's words, or perhaps he felt relieved when he knew there were no large number of military policemen around him. Hansford sneered, and his hunched body suddenly became straight. The unique aura of the superior person burst out at this moment, like a tiger trying to pounce.

"Then you know," the fat man said coldly, "How many unjust souls are waiting for you on the road to the underworld?"

Hansford looked at the fat man with gloomy eyes flashed. After a long time, he slowly said: "Are you talking about the people I executed?"

The fat man raised his eyebrows gently.

"Hahahaha!" Hansford suddenly laughed: "It's just a success and a defeat. If I had to say something, I can only say that they deserved it!"

"I deserve it?" The fat man's eyes flashed.

"Of course I deserve it! Hamilton deserves it!" Hansford grinned and said, "Do you think that if the winner of the war is ultimately Siege, Hamilton's tombstone will not be spit on it? I tell you, he will be scolded, hated, and left a bad reputation for thousands of years! Because he led this meaningless war!"

"You mean, we should be invaded?" the fat man asked patiently.

"It's just a different kind of rule. What's the difference for those of us who have worked hard to get to the present?" Hansford's voice exuded a kind of resentment: "If I can find a reason to be unwilling to be ruled by a mad emperor in such a small country, then why do we still fight when the army of the West Jordan is approaching?"

"In private, we have contacted Sieves a long time ago, and they have agreed to many of our conditions," Hansford said. "What they want is nothing more than the Lere Channel. Most government and military leaders can retain it. Although the power is not as great as before, it is much better than a Lere Channel that is broken into pieces!"

"But they don't do it!" Hansford laughed again and said sarcastically: "They think this is ***. Since they oppose me, block the way, and want to kill themselves, I will fulfill them! People should not be punished for themselves, and they deserve it! It's only hateful that Brody's idiot didn't listen to me, kill Mihailovich first, otherwise, can you regain power so easily?"

"For this selfish reason, you start a cleansing, wave a butcher knife at your compatriots, and kill thousands of unarmed civilians?" The fat man looked at Hansford coldly.

"Self-self?" Hansford laughed wildly again: "I didn't expect General Tian to be the number one in the Lelei army and is still so naive."

He wiped his laughter and tears, shifted his eyes from the fat man's face to the little brat holding the corner of the fat man's clothes. He asked kindly: "Do you think I look like a big bad guy?"

Hansford did not know the little brat. The existence of the little brat was an absolute secret in the Lerei Federation that only a few people, such as Hamilton and Bernardot, knew. Of course, Hansford, who was in the *** Military Region, did not need to know this. Moreover, Hamilton was already wary of him at that time.

Therefore, at this moment, he only thought that the little brat was an ordinary little boy.

The little brat dodged his eyes with some fear, then bit his lip and nodded hard, his childish face turned red: "You are bad guys, we want to destroy you!"

Hansford had just wiped the corners of his eyes and burst into tears. He looked at the fat man, shook his head, and asked, "Whose child is a pity to die."

"He?" The fat man looked at the little brat and said lightly: "He can't die even if you die a thousand times."

"I don't understand," Hansford stopped and smiled, and said to the fat man seriously: "You only have a knife in your hand and a child. And with just one order, at least ten guns will fire at you at the same time. No matter how you look at it, you will be the one who dies. Why are you still so arrogant? It seems that you will definitely eat me."

"Because we represent ***!" The little brat's crisp voice sounded in the alley.

This time, even the gunmen on the side couldn't help looking at each other, with a funny look on their faces.

"This kid is so cute." Hansford smiled and said to the fat man: "You don't think so too, do you?"

"If you do evil, you will die!" The fat man raised his chest and spoke righteously.

For a moment, the expressions on everyone's faces became extremely strange. They were both shocked and funny. The sarcasm in the eyes of the fat man could not be blocked.

"To be honest, I really doubt whether you are an idiot." Hansford sighed, "Now I finally understand why when Bernardote pushed you out as a hero, he was so hesitant."

He turned his head and looked at the flat-headed man beside him: "Is it safe all around you?"

The flat-headed man nodded affirmatively and said, "I'm sure there is no one here except us!"

"What should they do?" Hansford frowned slightly: "This is the city center. If you use a gun, it is easy to startle the police and cause unnecessary trouble."

"General Tian is a hero of the Lerei Federation. He is a special force. He has many legends in the special forces." The flat-headed man looked straight at the fat man's face with a sharp look: "I have seen the battlefield recorder of General Ai Tian's fighting through internal channels. To be honest, if you have bare hands and empty-handed, I'm afraid that the twelve of us will not be his opponents together."

"Well," Hansford smiled slightly: "Maybe General Tian made this idea."

He turned his head and stared at the fat man's eyes, saying word by word: "If we shoot him, the entire Galipalan will be caught by Flavio and Mihailovich, and we can't escape. A living general is more meaningful to an escapee like us, so he has a chance to kill us all with a saber."

"So?" asked the flat-headed man, "General, do you mean?"

"Sauber is already under the brink of the army, and they can't jump for long. As long as we escape this time, we have a chance to turn over!" Hansford said with a grim smile: "You can't kill him, but we can break his hands and feet with a gun first. As long as you can catch this federal hero, it doesn't matter if you cause some trouble. Besides, the police will have to come here for a few minutes!"

"I understand!" The flat-headed man led by the gunman pointed the gun in his hand at the fat man's knee, and said emotionally: "General Tian, ​​sorry."

"You want to hit me in the leg?" The fat man looked silly and looked left and right with some strange look.

"We are not your opponent in fighting with bare hands," the flat-headed man showed a cunning smile on his face: "I have to make this a bad decision. You are more than twenty meters away from me, which is the safest distance. Moreover, I will not give you any chance to get close to us..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the flat-headed man pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!" As the pistol's energy burster sounded, Guan Cheng, a small clerk on the terrace, suddenly covered his mouth and used all his strength to not scream.

He had already recognized who the fat young man was. At the same time, he also saw that while the flat-headed man shot, the blond little boy actually stood in front of the fat man.

Looking at the little boy covering his chest and looking at the dazed little boy, Guan Cheng was almost crazy. He had already called the police station and put it in his ear, but he couldn't say a word.

"Fat! I'm going to die!" The little brat lay in the fat man's arms and looked at the fat man in pain.

"You kill him, you kill him!" The fat man looked at the flat-headed man with a sad face, and howled with his neck tilted.

"Ah!" The little brat began an aria: "What a beautiful world, but my short life is about to end."

"*** Little bastard, you have lived for four thousand years!" The fat man said angrily, "Your life is called short, what's the hell of me!"

Seeing the performance of two fat guys big and small, and listening to the incredible dialogue, everyone present was stunned.

The smile on Hansford's face froze, and the flat-headed man looked at the gun in his hand in disbelief. Only he knew the power of the modified Porta pistol. With one shot, he could blow away half of the fat man's legs. However, when it hit the little boy, it had no bloody effect at all.

Just when everyone was stunned, suddenly, the disgusting lines stopped. In front of them, two white and fat fat men raised their heads at the same time.

A ferocious smile appeared on the corner of the fat man's mouth. The fat man looked more like a little demon with horns on his head. Moreover, a sizzling mechanical sound came from his body.
To be continued...