Apocalyptic Dark Age

"Who are you, what organization is behind you, and why are you called evil by the wilderness people..." A series of interrogations came from Gao Feng's mouth, asking the man who was cramping in pain on the ground, but his eyes were Look at the person who was silent from beginning to end.

This man was young, with only downy lips. Although his eyes had the tenacity of a martyr, they hid a flicker of uneasy fear. Gao Feng did not target him from the beginning. Gao Feng knew that sometimes external stimulation is easier to make people feel than personal experience. fear.

"Barbarian, I am worth dying in your hands. I have killed dozens of people on the ground. It is worth my life. Just kill me..."

Feeling the severe pain that was like burning coals, the panting man lying on the ground roared, but Gao Feng's attention was not on him. The saber rotated and stirred, flying up a piece of human skin covered with blood. It landed on the child's face, causing him to shake his head in surprise and try to avoid it.

"Surface people? It's interesting. I am the barbarian. Who are the surface people? Who are you?" Gao Feng's tone has never changed, monotonous and old-fashioned, but the words are extremely clear, and his sharp eyes are staring at the young man's eyes. , a question came out of his mouth.

"Don't even think about it in this life. Your brain capacity is only a little bigger than that of a mouse. If you want to figure out our origins, just dream..."

The severe pain aroused the man's final madness. Instead, he was angered by the peak and cursed wildly.

"Screen, scold, don't think this will anger me. I won't kill you as you wish. Whether you believe it or not, I am more interested in how long you can hold on..."

After finishing speaking, Gao Feng touched the skin on the back of the man's neck with the tip of the knife. He held it empty-handedly with his palm, letting the saber stand upright on the man's skin. He stretched out his five fingers, held the saber with only his palm, and flicked the handle of the saber with his thumb. The saber spun quickly like a drill, tearing away the skin and splattering tiny blood spots, making the man make a muffled nasal sound.

"Aren't you willing to say it yet?" Gao Feng always asked only one person, the young man whose uneasiness in his eyes was gradually increasing. Gao Feng looked at him with only one signal: you are next.

The saber slashed straight across the skin behind the man, and the dark and strong skin was evenly sliced ​​open. The scarlet muscles inside the outlet, and before the blood could seep out, a little bit of white spine was faintly visible among the squirming muscles, which made the boy Green like spinach.

It is easy to kill people, and it is easy to adapt to blood, but seeing a living person being dissected wantonly in front of you is not something that just anyone can bear, especially this prisoner who knows how to take a bath and behaves superior to others.

"Either you know that we are evil. You have fought with me for hundreds of years and suppressed me underground. My ancestors have not been able to see the sky for generations and can only live like a mouse..."

The boy suddenly broke out and screamed, but Gao Feng's brows suddenly jumped. He pulled off the boy's animal skin suddenly, only to hear an even higher pitched scream.

To be honest, this was not the first time that Gao Feng had seen a woman's body. He had seen at least three of his personal entourage, and he had seen a few wives in the Huangren tribe, but this was the first time that he had seen a body that was not so full and overdone. After the boy in front of him was undressed, his true face was revealed.

There was no swirling scenery as imagined. A pair of not-majestic mountain peaks were tightly wrapped in layers of linen cloth, extruding into the shape of a flatbread. The exposed skin and flesh were not tender enough, but had a healthy texture. With a wheat-colored luster, all the determination in the girl's eyes turned into panic. A woman will only be truly frightened when her clothes are pulled off by a stranger, regardless of era.

Gao Feng was not in a mess. Not to mention that there was a layer between him and a woman who had taken off her clothes. He looked at the woman with a figure that matched his aesthetics playfully and said in a conspiratorial tone:

"What a beautiful skin, what a bright color. If you peel it off, it will definitely be an excellent piece of leather..."

"Bastard, come at me if you have anything..." The man on the ground suddenly twisted wildly, the anger in his eyes almost bursting out of his eyes, wanting to burn Gao Feng to death, and the wound on his back was torn apart by his violent twisting. More blood flowed out, accumulating a pool of blood underneath him.

"You say I am a barbarian. You should understand the fate of falling into the hands of barbarians. I will not let you die so easily. Where did the pistol come from..."

Gao Feng shouted loudly, and when the two of them were in chaos, he revealed the weapons they used, causing the girl and man's eyes to suddenly look incredulous.

"Ka ka ka..." After a dazzling performance, the pistol in Gao Feng's hand instantly decomposed into more than ten parts. These parts were evenly placed in front of Gao Feng.

Gao Feng, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, put his hands on his knees and looked at the two people with disdain and ridicule, unmoved by the blood spreading under the man.

"Answer my question to you, and you can live. If you don't answer..., hum..."

Gao Feng looked at the girl again, gently picked up the gun with his fingers, and quickly assembled it just by relying on memory.

Gao Feng had never touched this pistol before, and many of the designs were brand new. But the moment he took it apart, the details and information of the gun were perfectly presented in his mind. He didn't need to look at it with his eyes, and it felt like he had played with it a thousand times. Quickly assemble.

Each part fell into Gao Feng's hand like a dance, and merged into the pistol with a crisp sound. In just a few blinks, a pistol reappeared in his hand. At this time, the two so-called evils knew that what was in front of them was Gao Feng was not the barbarian they imagined, but a master proficient in firearms.

"Who are you...?" The man had begun to weaken, and the blood flowing out was almost draining the last drop of his vitality. The girl also forgot her fear and stared blankly at the dancing gun in Gao Feng's hand. It was originally cold and heavy in her hand. The pistol seemed to be alive, blooming with vivid vitality in Gao Feng's hand. She had no doubt that this man could easily fire the bullets.

"0.45 caliber, loaded with 18 rounds, weighing 3,500 kilograms, strong stopping ability, extremely powerful, but poor hit rate, serious ballistic deviation. Without tens of millions of shooting exercises, it is impossible to achieve a first hit, what I said Right?"

Gao Feng originally planned to torture the man to scare the other person and force them to tell them the information they wanted. Unfortunately, he miscalculated that the other person was a woman. Gao Feng was proud and he did not bother to torture a woman. , so he used another way to defeat the opponent's pride and psychological advantage.

Both of them have used pistols, and both have heard the words of the person who passed them the pistol, but none of them match what Gao Feng said. To be precise, this weapon is not as valuable to them as Gao Feng. , just because, as Gao Feng said, this thing is extremely powerful, but it still has to hit someone, and it is usually lucky to get a scratch.

"I don't know who you are. The people who make this kind of gun are obviously not careful enough. Many things are unreasonable, and women are not suitable for using guns of this caliber. With a few changes, the first shot can be increased by at least 30%. Hit, more than 50% performance..."

"We are underground people..." The girl suddenly interrupted Gao Feng's topic. Gao Feng's eyes flashed and he put the pistol on his thigh and looked at the girl.

"Mo Yuan..., don't say any more..." The man screamed with his last strength. The muzzle of the gun in Gao Feng's hand flashed after an afterimage, and suddenly pointed at the man's head, making a deafening sound, the fire flashed, and the man screamed. , suddenly raised his body and shouted,

"You continue, underground people, surface people? I am becoming more and more interested..." The girl's face was spattered with blood, and she looked at the man's bloody ear in horror. The entire ear had been shot by bullets, leaving no trace. Traces, Gao Feng's words brought her back to her senses, and she suddenly hit the ground, as if surrendering, and begged miserably:

"I said nothing, please save Shi Peng, he is about to die..."

"Your name is Mo Yuan? His name is Shi Peng?" Gao Feng murmured as he chewed on these two names that could be regarded as ordinary names in his memory of his previous life, but in this world, they gave him an inexplicable sense of intimacy and he couldn't help but raise his lips. : "It's getting more and more interesting. You can call me Gaofeng..."

For the first time, Gao Feng said his name proudly, and at the same time, drops of crystal clear liquid exuding the fragrance of vegetation fell on the man's wound like raindrops. The hot and painful wound suddenly felt cold, making the man moan involuntarily. But the painful muscle spasms no longer occurred, and the blood gushing from the wound began to solidify.

"You..., are you also an underground person?" Mo Yuan opened her black and white eyes wide and asked in disbelief, and the man did not stop Mo Yuan anymore. He had almost died at the gunpoint just now, and his mood was the same as before. meaningless and different.

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