Chapter 63: Song of Killing and Saving [Please read]
The passage to the basement is on the side.
Just as Chen Xuan was about to open the ajar iron door, he heard a whimper.
Under the counter, in the corner next to the boss's chair, there was a frightened and young-looking girl curled up.
Her hands were tied, a thin iron chain was tied to her feet, and the other end was driven into the wall with an expansion screw.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
She seemed to be frightened when she met Chen Xuan's gaze. She
could only scream "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" people.
Just now he was only focused on killing people, and he directly ignored this girl who looked like a puppy.
Looking at the dirty dirt and scars on her body, Chen Xuan walked over with a machete in hand.
Gray magic adhered to the blade. He raised the knife and cut off the iron chain and the rope around his wrist.
Then he pointed to the gate not far away.
He signaled her to run away quickly.
After confirming that the little girl did not pose any threat, he returned to the entrance of the underground passage.
He opened the heavy iron door and walked quickly inside.
The little girl behind me screamed "woo woo" twice, but she turned out to be a mute girl.
She stood up staggeringly, looked at Chen Xuan's back disappearing behind the iron gate, and stumbled towards the outside.
Night was the best cover, and the security in Myawaddy Town was not that tight, and there was even an atmosphere of fatigue, but for her, everything could only be left to fate.
...
The stairway going down was a little cramped, and the emergency lights projected a not-so-bright white light.
The air is filled with the unique smell of humid environments.
The walls are made of rough concrete without any decoration.
It looks like an underground shelter.
In fact, this is indeed the case.
This place can be used to deal with bombings by the Burmese military and police during wartime.
Thick reinforced concrete barriers isolate most sound sources from above the ground.
After walking through the short corridor, Chen Xuan saw seven or eight cells with iron railings as thick as a thumb.
The ground was wet, and there were large areas of dark blood stains on the hard walls.
This is truly a prison of despair for the victims.
Far more terrifying than the legendary little dark room.
Being imprisoned here will not only subject you to torture, but also make the heavens and the earth not work.
This is a picture that no one living in a peaceful country can imagine.
However, there are still billions of people around the world affected by war, terrorist attacks, and anarchy.
According to data from the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations, as of 2019, there are still 690 million people in the world who are hungry, accounting for about 8.9% of the total population.
Compared with the peace of Xia Kingdom, Myawaddy is a real hell on earth.
Sin goes unpunished here.
Armed groups and criminals have sufficient manpower and light and heavy firepower.
This is not something ordinary people can deal with.
From the front of the prison, there was a faint sound of "chirping" voices, and brighter lights were flashing.
The voice sounded faint and ethereal in the deep underground corridor.
After putting away the light stick, Chen Xuan continued to move forward at a tight pace.
Soon I saw an interrogation room at the end.
You can smell the rusty smell of blood and putrid smell when breathing.
"We are willing...willing..."
"We are willing...willing..."
He leaned against the blind spot on the side of the wall and heard two weak female voices.
What he said happened to be Xia Guohua.
"Humph."
"Help the group do things obediently. Not only will you not get beaten, but you will also get paid."
Then came a slightly satisfied male voice.
It's also Xia Guohua, but it has a lame flavor.
Chen Xuan silently released his mental power, and with the magic energy all over his body, he jumped out from behind the wall.
His eyes quickly locked on the target
- those guys who were not tied to the torture rack.
"Bang bang!"
His magic element attached to the bullet could actually make mysterious fine-tuning.
No wonder Naroa's ranger archers can hit with perfect accuracy.
After the gunfire, the torture room suddenly lit up with the flames of the gunfire.
Accompanied by screams and howls, two militiamen wearing unmarked military uniforms were shot dead.
He fell softly to the ground, blood and sewage mixed together.
Angke, who was wearing a suit, was shocked. He never thought that someone would break in.
He raised his hand to take out the weapon from the holster in his arms.
But in the next moment, a ball of blood burst out from his shoulder, his shoulder blade shattered, and his arm lost strength instantly.
The muzzle velocity of the 56.5 bullet reached 735 meters/second, which exceeded the speed of sound under standard conditions.
Therefore, the bullet hit first before the sound came.
"Bang!"
When the gunfire echoed, Angke was already covering his shoulders and wailing.
Gun Zi'er is not so easy to bear.
Chen Xuan stepped forward. With his magic skills close to the bronze level, he could easily lift Ang Ke up with one arm.
He took away a Beretta pistol in the holster under his arm and the magazine and knife hanging from the back of his belt.
There was no trace of ink, and Chen Xuan was about to leave in a flash while carrying him.
No matter how fast you pursue the troops, they are still not as fast as someone Chen's flash.
"Ahhh..." "
?"
(Whose subordinate are you?)
"!"
(Why are you attacking me!)
Chen Xuan's disguise confused him.
Angke regarded him as a militiaman for other leaders.
I didn't take this nonsense to heart.
He was about to pull Angke away in a flash, when he suddenly saw the five people on the torture rack.
Three men and two women, the three men all have Siamese faces, and the two women are full-fledged Xia people.
They were disheveled, their short-sleeved shirts were in tatters, and they were staring at themselves with wide eyes.
"That's it!"
Chen Xuan lamented in his heart.
After all, we cannot sit back and watch our compatriots fall into a devil's nest.
He took out the short knife and attached it with magic element to cut the rope of the torture frame.
When he turned around, he inserted the knife into Angke's other shoulder.
This guy's screams sounded again.
Chen Xuan grabbed their hands.
He directly activated [Same Domain Flash] and appeared at the street intersection a few hundred meters away. He did not speak and maintained his disguised identity as a Burmese "militiaman".
The militiamen stationed here were rushing to the KK Hotel, but the street became extremely empty.
The local accident did not affect other parts of the town at all.
Night was the time for these desperadoes to vent their anger, and everyone's attention was very relaxed.
There was an abandoned walkie-talkie placed on the folding table next to it. The electronic noise was chattering. It was obvious that the militiamen here had reported the situation.
Chen Xuan's target was nothing else but the pickup truck parked on the street.
The keys to the military vehicles here are all inserted into the vehicle and can be started at any time.
The two women had never experienced anything like this before, and they looked extremely panicked.
Chen Xuan opened the car door without saying a word and motioned for them to get in the car immediately.
The opportunity has been given to them, and everything depends on fate.
After he was done, he flashed back to the basement of the KK Hotel.
The injured Angke was walking tremblingly in the passage.
Chen Xuan quickly caught up with him and suddenly grabbed his collar.
At this time, militiamen arriving at the end of the aisle appeared.
Angke stretched out his hand to call for help, but before the sound was completely heard, only the echo remained.
The place was empty.
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[Back row reminder: The right to interpret this chapter belongs to the individual chapters after Chapter 65] A little
popular science knowledge: The United States does not allow fully automatic guns to enter the civilian population. What can be purchased in gun stores are semi-automatic self-defense weapons.
Of course, it goes without saying that there are various illegal modifications, which are only based on local laws.
Regardless of illegality or hidden dangers, there are simply too many methods.
The suspects in several of the shootings were armed with multiple weapons.
In addition, in the 1980s and 1990s, the six top gangs in the United States (the parts that can be found in the report) were all involved in the arms smuggling business. They were the mules of the government and could even acquire nuclear weapons.
It was only later that the situation changed and things changed.
The largest batch of smuggled arms could even determine the regime change of 92% of the world's sovereign countries at that time.
Nowadays, there are still constant scandals about arms.
In 2022, news broke that three active US military personnel were reselling heavy firearms to Chicago gangs.
For example, Mexico mainly uses fine art.
It's more complicated in Southeast Asia. Due to some historical reasons that everyone knows, the old Rabbit family's ordnance is more common here than the fine art weapons.
As for the Middle East, it is simply a hodgepodge, and arms from all countries can be found.
(End of chapter)