Chapter 265 The Origin of the Abnormal Rules
Shapan's left eye and right eye were close to each other, and both eyes were confused in their own way.
This extremely accurate sniper kill directly destroyed all the beliefs held by most of the Heyong Gang members. They finally realized an important issue that they should have realized when Lilith first appeared - this is no longer the one they played. It’s a familiar robbery game that I’ve been playing for a month and a half.
"Boss, he. He."
"It's done, we're done."
"The boss is dead, Fasha won't let any of us live for even one second longer!"
At the same time, Li Cang, who was behind the boulder, received a reminder.
[Kill the initial signer of the contract: "Executor" Shapan]
["Player" Li Cang is promoted to "executor" and will have full authority to take over all contract rights and properties owned by Shapan, including sky islands, destiny coins, creation rights, auxiliary surplus projects, destiny servants and pseudo-bloodline second sons, etc.]
Li Cang's first thought: Damn it!
The so-called executor of the co-author does not refer to the person who kills other players at all, but the person who participated in the initial conclusion of the contract like Shapan?
At first glance, this seems like a sinkhole for newcomers.
But if you think about it carefully, you will find that something is wrong. How can these "executors" still maintain their leadership position here? They are clearly more like the shining old hen at the entrance of the novice village.
Now is obviously not the time to think about this. Without Shapan, the Heshong Gang members seemed to have lost more than just a leader. Almost half of them threw away their guns on the spot, gave up resistance and waited to die.
Another group of people began to run away, but the process was not very smooth.
After all, cats and Brother Corpse are surprisingly consistent on one point, that is, they prefer things that move.
There was another howl of ghosts and wolves.
If Li Cang hadn't stopped them in time, the corpse brothers and sisters would most likely imitate some nasty little animals and kill all the uneaten prey, eating only a little bit delicately, and then abandon the corpses in the wilderness.
The people from the Heyong Gang knelt on the ground like dumplings, listening to the lecture.
Da da da~
The two people on the far side were suddenly hit by a shuttle and fell to the ground with a thud.
"Ah, I'm sorry," Lao Wang apologized without sincerity and continued to play with the greasy old gun in his hand, "By the way, is this the famous Chicago typewriter? It's not professional, and it doesn't even have a violin case. Give me one?"
Li Cang rolled his eyes and said seriously: "As you can see, this crazy guy doesn't mind trying out new toys on you, so who can speak Chinese?"
As the saying goes, villains die by talking too much
Uh. No.
In short, what the Heyong Gang people heard was not the sound of gunshots but the sound of voices. The mental arithmetic that was raised in their throats fell back halfway, and they all turned their heads to one person.
"%￥#"
"!#%%......"
Wen Xiliang's expression was extremely distorted, as sad as his dead father.
But due to helplessness, he could only say tightly: "My name is Wen Xiliang, I can speak Chinese, and I am of Chinese descent."
Li Cang couldn't help but glance at the two corpses next to Wen Xiliang that were sprayed into sieves by the typewriter, and thought that this guy's life was really hard.
"What did that person just now, and the one with the unlucky face, mean?" Li Cang asked.
Wen Xiliang looked at Li Cang in astonishment with his mouth wide open, as if looking at a devil. He had very good reasons to suspect that the young man in front of him knew Vietnamese at all and was just taking the opportunity to test him.
"Beibei bandits, he said you are Beibei bandits."
Ta da da, da da da!
Lao Wang raised his hand and wrote a sentence with gorgeous and beautiful words. The two people were so moved by Wang's eloquent literary talent on the spot that they couldn't help but cry blood.
"Hey, the typewriter is beeping like crazy. I'm afraid this thing is as old as my grandpa. Is it still so useful?"
A group of people lowered their heads, hatred and murderous intent almost overflowing from the corners of their eyes, staring at Wen Xiliang from the corner of their eyes.
Wen Xiliang was glanced at so that his face was pale and black, but he could only grit his teeth and hold on.
"Northern invaders?" Li Cang smacked his lips, "Tsk, it fits the personality of some 'Dragon Son Immortal Grandson'."
"Hetui," Lao Wang spat on the ground, "with a shameful face, he insisted on painting his body with gold paint, without asking himself what kind of precious "historical documents" there are big words on them. What can they do? Do you recognize the basket? Master Li, what do you think?"
"Hmm, Saigon Iron Fist? Ten years of military training? Buildings with a floor height of 1 meter are no more than 50 years old and are all newly rebuilt? A playground for big boys? YouTube Wuchang? Daily experience of time-travel novels for babies?"
Good guy, all educated people have dirty minds. I, Wang, am willing to be the loser when it comes to sarcasm.
Lao Wang glanced sideways at Wen Xiliang, "Fuck with monkeys? What do you think? Even if you vote for a Gallic rooster, I can at least make up a reason to praise you, at least you are not completely blind!"
Wen Xiliang: "."
Wen Xiliang said that the Fa Shark Gang happened to be the sworn enemy of the Hechong Gang. It was not said that he did not say it, but he could only thank the miraculous craftsmanship of nature.
But Shapan was dead, so there was no point in hiding it, so he just told everything he knew like pouring beans into a bamboo tube.
"The Fa Shark Gang?" Li Cang found this title very interesting. "Tell me more, what is going on in this place?"
Wen Xiliang glanced at the former masters around him and steeled himself.
"This place was originally part of Khanh Hoa Province in Vietnam, with an area of about a few square kilometers. But because it is an urban area, there are very, very many people, and there are no small debris around. Hundreds of thousands of people gnawed away the grass roots and bark and ate up all the debris. After animals with legs, they have different skin colors and different nationalities.”
"After finally getting through that period, there were only eight to nine thousand people left but less than ten thousand. It was then that the Heyong Gang and the contract rules began to take shape."
"Then I don't know what happened, but one day I suddenly came across three clusters of empty islands that were no less big than here. There were mainly French people there. They had more people and occupied a larger area. People from both sides had been fighting each other since the beginning. They kept fighting, and then they discovered the loopholes in the contract, and someone else became the executor to temporarily feel better."
"It can be said that every step of the direction of this plot is beyond my expectation," Li Cang said, "So, the strange contract here is maintained by the Hechong Gang and the Fasha Gang, just to rob the survivors in the past?"
"This was indeed the case at the beginning, but then more and more people came here. Heshong Gang and Fasha were unable to complete the cleanup within 15 days, and were even counterattacked, so there was an additional camp set up by victims on the island. Then, the Southeast Asian fragments came, the Burmese fragments came, and finally Maozi came.”
"Maozi requested to cancel the contract directly, but both the Heyong Gang and Fasha didn't agree."
Li Cang was stunned when he heard this was true and laughed directly.
"Pfft~! If I have to say you are brave, you guys are brave! Is the Iron Tower You working with the rebels of the Celestial Dynasty to open the door? Winter has come? The toad said that the frog is an ugly flower!"
Wen Xiliang coughed, "Then the Heyong Gang and Fasha became what they are now. Only some of the remnants of the Heyong Gang and Fasha are still adhering to the rules of the contract. Most of the rest live in several resettlement areas led by Maozi. Compared with the original camp, although I still have the right to speak with big fists, at least I don't have to. I actually always wanted to escape to the camp."
"My old boss is not dead yet, so this is the remnant?" Lao Wang raised his eyebrows.
Wen Xiliang was stared at by Lao Wang until his spine went cold.
"I, I. I can't help it. I want to live. I."
Seeing that Lao Wang's gun had been raised, Wen Xiliang decisively gave up the already drafted argument that Xiao Zhi should not kill his fellow countrymen because of emotion and reason.
He yelled, "I have the Marauder's Map, it's very useful, I can transfer it to you, don't kill me!"
"Huh? The Marauder's Map?"
"Yes! I'm a bookseller! I do pirated printing and translation! I've read the Harry Potter series!" Wen Xiliang spoke quickly, "I prayed for the Marauder's Map at a great cost, and it can let you Master the movements of unknown enemies on the island, including the walking dead. If you kill me, the Marauder's Map will not fall into your hands even if you are already the executor!"
