Chapter 1079 Suicide Attack
I don’t know how much time has passed, time seems to have stopped in this endless sin.
This group of cruel thugs finally had enough fun.
With laziness and numbness after being sated, they looked at the family of three who had been tortured to death, and the charred corpse that was almost unrecognizable as a human.
At this moment, a trace of boredom flashed in their eyes, as if everything they had just done was just a boring game.
The leading thug panted heavily, carelessly fastened his belt, and said impatiently to the people beside him in a hoarse and fierce voice:
"Deal with them all, leave no traces!"
After saying that, he dragged his heavy feet, his body swaying, and his steps unsteadily walked towards the grocery store, intending to have a good rest.
The mother and daughter struggled hard just now, but it made him very tired.
The other four thugs perked up instantly, as if they had received an order that could not be disobeyed.
I saw a thug with strength-related abilities and a body as strong as an ox, who roughly picked up a heavy shovel standing on the courtyard wall with his big hands.
The shovel hit the ground, making a sharp "clang" sound, which was particularly harsh in the silent night.
Then he chose a corner spot away from the road and started digging the soil.
Every time the shovel was swung, large amounts of dirt were splashed up, and dust flew everywhere, fogging the air around.
The other three thugs walked slowly with cruel smiles on their faces and came to the tortured and dying family of three of the shop owner.
At this time, the shop owner was completely unrecognizable and had a bruised face and nose.
The face that had been handsome before was now swollen like fermented dough, his eye sockets were black and blue, the corners of his mouth were cracked, and blood mixed with saliva flowed down.
His body seemed to have all the bones pulled out, and he collapsed to the ground limply like a lifeless dead dog.
Every breath seemed extremely difficult, and it seemed as if the flame of life would be completely extinguished in the next second.
The condition of the mother and daughter was even more horrible.
They were half-naked, and their once fair skin was now covered with large bruises, as if they had been rudely graffitied by a demon.
My mother's beautiful face was now covered with bruises. Her tall nose was broken and blood was gushing out, staining half of her face red.
The daughter's delicate face was not spared either. Her cheeks were swollen and her eyes were full of despair.
Blood kept oozing out of their mouths and noses, dripping onto the ground, and their lower bodies were covered in blood. The shocking red color seemed to be telling of endless pain.
Although the three of them were in a dying state, their eyes were filled with deep hatred for the thugs and a deep reluctance to part with their family members.
Faced with such a tragic situation, the three thugs' faces not only showed no sympathy, but were instead filled with disgusting mockery.
One of the thugs tilted his head, with an evil smile on his face, and asked the owner in a sarcastic tone:
"How was it? Did you enjoy watching the action movie just now?"
His eyes were full of provocation and mockery, as if enjoying the owner's pain was his greatest pleasure.
These murderous words were like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into the heart of the shop owner who had collapsed on the ground like mud, making him furious, his blood rushing up, and a fishy-sweet taste rising in his throat.
He used all his remaining strength to turn his neck with difficulty, and finally looked at his wife and daughter not far away with deep affection and pain.
At that moment, his heart was like a raging storm, and guilt and reluctance were like countless ants gnawing at his soul.
His thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the good old days.
He recalled his wife's shy and sweet smile when he first met her, like a flower blooming in spring.
I remember them walking side by side on the path on a breezy night, with the moonlight shining on her face, it was so beautiful and dreamy.
He thought of his wife busy in the kitchen, preparing loving dishes for him.
He also remembered his daughter's wrinkled little face when she was just born, so adorable and pink.
He recalled the joy his daughter felt when she first learned to walk and staggered into his arms.
And his old father always gives silently and uses his broad shoulders to support the family.
Even when the end of the world came and the world fell into chaos and despair, their family survived tenaciously through hard work and rare luck.
In the shelter, they opened a small grocery store to make ends meet. Although their lives were hard, they were also full of hope.
The family supported each other and overcame one difficulty after another together.
However, now all this beauty has been ruthlessly destroyed by this group of inhuman thugs. The warm picture has been shattered, leaving only endless pain and hatred.
The shop owner's eyes were instantly bloodshot as he glared at the three thugs standing in front of him. His chest heaved violently and a wild beast-like roar came from his throat.
He gathered the last of his supernatural power, and it surged wildly within his body, as if trying to break free from the restraints of his body.
In the next second, his body changed at a speed visible to the naked eye and withered instantly.
The once vibrant skin seemed to be drained of life and quickly shriveled up. The skin cracked and had bloody marks on it, and the muscles atrophied beyond recognition.
Then, his entire body turned into tough branches with sharp thorns, as if they were the embodiment of his endless anger, and they attacked the three people in front of him with overwhelming force.
However, the three people on the opposite side were indeed extremely vicious criminals with rich combat experience, and they took countermeasures at the first moment.
Their figures retreated rapidly like ghosts, easily avoiding the shop owner's desperate suicidal attack.
After they steadied themselves, they stood not far away, watching the shop owner's futile struggle with cold eyes, with an extremely contemptuous sneer on their faces.
That expression was as if he was watching an insignificant ant making its last futile resistance.
"Hmph, you're only capable of this and you still want to resist?" One of them sneered with disdain on his face, tilting his mouth.
His eyes were full of contempt, as if the owner's resistance was just a ridiculous joke in his eyes.
"You overestimate your own abilities and think you can hurt us like this?" Another person folded his hands over his chest and followed suit with a mockery.
His tone was sarcastic, and every word was like a sharp blade, stabbing the shop owner's heart.
As soon as the words fell, the three of them activated their special powers without any hesitation.
In an instant, various supernatural attacks intertwined together, forming a gorgeous yet terrifying scene.
