NOVEL NEXT Chapter 70 Life-seeking Shura
The people around watching the excitement gasped.
They have been here for a while. These bullies have always bullied ordinary people, and they were bullied today. It was so refreshing!
But they didn't dare to put their cheering in the open, and they all clenched their fists, eager to rush forward and give him a kick.
After all, they had neither food nor protection, so they could not bear the consequences of causing trouble at the base.
However, it attracted more onlookers to watch these officials make a fool of themselves.
Including the uncle who had just received a pack of Oreo biscuits from Mu Jiu, he also came over.
He originally thought that Mu Jiu was the wealthy lady from next door who was looking for trouble for Dr. Li Li.
But who knew they were here to eliminate violence and bring peace to the good! What a relief!
He thought that when the little sister finished the fight later, he would return the biscuit to her and thank her for her righteousness and eliminating harm to the people!
When the other three uniformed men saw this, they couldn't save their face. If they don't capture this woman today, what will happen to them?
They all rushed towards Mu Jiu, trying to hold down this arrogant woman...
But Mu Jiu's figure was particularly flexible, and she was the first to grab the man who moved a little faster, use him as a humanoid weapon, and swing it at the man next to him.
Due to the disparity in strength, the two men had no room to fight back against Mu Jiu's monkey-like movements and could only let her rub them.
Just like playing tennis, Mu Jiu threw the ball and racket away into the distance.
The crowd of onlookers quickly gave up their seats, allowing the strong body to fly farther!
As for the remaining man without eyes, Mu Jiu sent him out with a flying kick, allowing him to reunite with his brother.
In the end, the three strong men smashed against the wall of the opposite building together, and all the bones in their bodies were shattered.
How is this different from being hit by a car at a large car accident... The three people passed out on the spot.
Mu Jiu's eyes returned to Brother Broken Finger, who was pounding the ground in pain, and Brother Pidun, who hit his tailbone and couldn't get up.
The two of them suddenly shivered and lost their previous arrogance. Only then did they realize what kind of role the young lady in front of them was.
"Let, let, let us go, sister, sister! We will never dare to mess around again!"
"Yes, yes, sister, I will never dare to point at people randomly again! I will definitely change my ways..."
Before the man finished speaking, Mu Jiu grabbed the front of his shirt and asked sternly:
"Where did you do that woman in the traditional Chinese medicine store?"
The man was obviously taller than Mu Jiu, but at this moment he was violently pulled up, and his whole body was shaking violently.
"Get it, get it over there..."
Even though the broken finger hurt to the point of numbness, it couldn't compare to the fear he felt for the woman in front of him at this moment.
He originally wanted to show Mu Jiu a way with his hand, but thinking of what he had just said, he quickly retracted his half-stretched fingers, for fear that she would break another one.
Seeing him whining, Mu Jiu pulled him away and said, "Take me to find it yourself. If you can't find it, I'll blow your head off."
Before leaving, she glanced at the old man in the crowd who had gotten a pack of biscuits and whom she had met once before.
"Uncle, please send sister and brother Li back to the store. I will come back later to thank you!"
When the uncle was called upon in public and he readily agreed, Mu Jiu dragged Brother Broken Zhi away.
The third-level resettlement area is very large and almost implements closed management.
Coupled with the fact that the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, these small leaders who have no reputation have become kings.
All the refugees here have experienced the apocalypse outside, and they have great tolerance for the hard life.
Everyone knows that even if this place is not good enough, it is far better than the snow and ice in the sky outside the base.
According to their personal abilities, without official support, there is no chance of survival.
Brother Broken Zhi took Mu Jiu forward for a long way, going around and around, and there were many strange looking people along the way.
After all, Brother Broken Finger was wearing the uniform of the base patrol, and Mu Jiu seemed out of place in this place of suffering.
The two walked for nearly ten minutes and finally turned into a deserted alley. Mu Jiu felt something was wrong and grabbed his neck, "Are you kidding me?"
Brother Broken Finger was having trouble breathing. This time he couldn't help but stretched out his right hand with the broken finger and pointed at the small building at the end of the alley with his fist.
"In, in there..."
Good guy, if you hide deep enough, you can see a small plaque hanging at the door from a distance, which reads: Patrol Brigade Accommodation Building.
This time, Mu Jiu grabbed Brother Broken Zhi by the collar and rushed forward.
Brother Broken Zhi's legs and feet failed to catch up for a moment, and he knelt on the ground, being dragged forward by Mu Jiu.
The cotton-covered uniform pants had two big holes ripped through them, and the cotton flew away all the way.
Finally, he arrived at the small building before his long johns were worn out.
The door was not closed tightly, and Mu Jiu heard a woman's wailing and crying from inside the first floor...
This might be Sister Li. The entire patrol brigade is made up of men, so where are the women in their accommodation building?
Mu Jiu glanced sideways at Brother Duanzhi, then reached out and gave him a knife on his neck.
After knocking the person unconscious at the gate, Mu Jiu walked directly into the dormitory building.
The heating in the building was sufficient. When we walked into the first large dormitory room, there was a group of more than a dozen men having a party.
There was a man holding a pink Polaroid, recording the carnival process...
And the woman inside who was being abused and abused was none other than Sister Li.
Her hands were tied to the railing of a bare bed, and the scars on her body were shocking.
Mu Jiu felt an extreme anger in her heart, an emotion she had never felt since her rebirth.
She instantly had two scimitars in her hand and broke into the lively room.
Everyone here is a disheveled exhibitionist.
Mu Jiu was like an indifferent killing machine, not shy or timid at all about the chaotic scene in the house.
At this moment, there was only one thought in her scarlet eyes: she wanted them to die.
Mu Jiu had two knives. The first knife castrated the lower body, causing these men extreme pain. The second knife wiped the neck and bled, making these men escape into hell.
Mu Jiu's hand speed was extremely fast, and the overwhelming power gave these idiots no time to react.
Within a minute, blood was flowing throughout the dormitory room.
Sister Li, who witnessed the whole process, was also frightened.
When Mu Jiu slowly walked towards her, she even closed her eyes with trembling and whispered: "No, don't kill me... don't!"
Mu Jiu felt extremely distressed. The Sister Li in front of her was completely different from the woman with a bright smile in her memory.
But this situation is the norm in the last days.
Mu Jiu walked over quietly and cut the rope tied around Sister Li's wrist with a knife.
The moment the rope was loosened, Sister Li was in a daze. It turned out that he was not trying to kill her, but she was so naked that she hugged her body tightly and was ashamed to talk to Mu Jiu.
Mu Jiu took off his backpack from his body, reached into it and took out a complete set of clothes from the space, including underwear, sweaters, coats, pants, socks, shoes, etc., and placed them next to Sister Li.
He comforted her softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you. Put on your clothes and I'll take you out of here."
As Mu Jiu spoke, he stepped on the corpses on the ground and rummaged around the room.
Finally, I found a large pile of Polaroid photos arranged neatly in a large drawer.
There were hundreds of pictures, and the male protagonists in them were exactly the large group at his feet, while the heroines were hundreds of innocent women.