Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“Run!”

Brother shouted, "Run, run! ”

The white deer pounced towards the window, but the ankle was still stuck by the snake grandfather. The big owner of Sirius Gambling House was still alive. The cloudy red eyes stared at the boy, and the mouth of the mouth mixed with blood saliva. The deep throat finally made a "howling” sound. I didn't know whether it was a laugh or a cry.

“Ah!”

Fearing to the extreme, the white deer flashed his anger and, not knowing where to start, bent over to take Snake's pistol, shoved it into Snake's mouth and pulled the trigger.

The boy shot out all the bullets in the magazine in one breath and his fingers were still twitching.

“Enough, Deer, enough! ”

Brother shouted, "He's dead. Run! ”

Grandpa Snake finally let go of his sarcoma head and completely disappeared into the burning smoke.

“Grandpa Snake! Fuck, Snake! ”

The door slammed harder and harder, and the door frame shouted.

The white deer took off Grandpa Snake's coat and covered his brother's eyes. That's when he jumped into the window, shaking the fence hard, naturally tearing it apart and twisting it.

“I'll do it!”

My brother sank his voice.

“No, you've activated it twice in a row, then use 'ability’, you'll die! ”

The white deer cried and screamed.

“I'm gonna die anyway, get out of the way, Deer. ”

Brother said.

And then the third “start.”

This time, even the nerve end of the white deer clearly perceived his brother's extreme pain.

Then I want to dig my brother's brain out of his chest and send it to the fryer.

But my brother endured severe pain, twisting and tearing two iron bars with “ability” inches by inches, pulling out a small hole.

When the white deer squeezed out, the door was smashed open.

Sirius Casino's stadiums are full of tiger-backed bears, and no one can drill out of such a small cave like a white deer.

“Grandpa Snake! ”

“Boss! ”

“Don't let that boy get away! ”

“Boom! Boom! Boom, boom, boom! ”

The white deer rolled into the poor alley behind the Wolf Gambling House and fell into a bluish-face swelling, the surrounding skeleton hidden pain, but did not stop for a moment, pulled his legs and ran.

The bullet whistled through him, even rubbing a very painful mark on his shoulder and cheek.

He even rolled up and took the road, but in the end, he was weak. He had just been smoked three whips by the Snake Master, and his brother started three more times. He consumed too much energy and spirit. He gradually felt his legs like lead, his chest like a burning air box, and his eyes gradually blurred.

“There's the little bastard! ”

“Don't run! ”

“Grab him, what are you looking at? Grab him! The Wolf Gambling House is rewarded! ”

“Five hundred chips, no, a thousand, grab this kid, give him a thousand chips! ”

Behind me came a growl.

The lively people in front of them suddenly turned into glaring beasts, hungry zombies.

The white deer panicked and ran further and further, crashing into the medicine pot of the witch doctor, crashing into the old groceries set on the side of the road, lifting off the cowhides and scorpion shells that were drying, spinning around, walking without a path, and turning back to the vicinity of the meat market.

“Boom!”

A stun bomb exploded near his temple, and he suddenly struck his head like an iron hammer and could no longer hold on, his feet softened and he fell out.

Then he hit a tower, bounced back, and was stepped under it.

His face can clearly feel the curved pattern beneath the boots.

But even with steel-plated leather boots, the strong smell of the tower's feet could not resist penetrating into his nostrils.

This guy who stepped on him stinks!

The white deer heard a breath, as if “Snake Grandpa” had appeared a while ago, no, ten times scarier than that.

Then there was a "da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da"

Some scream, others are torn to pieces before even screaming, and many others do not even have the courage and strength to scream.

The white deer looked up and saw an incredible scene —— twenty or thirty Sirius Gambling House stadiums chasing him, caught in a bullet storm, wearing nothing but ordinary vests, and they were instantly torn apart and blended into a muddy bloodpath, just like more people chasing him for a thousand chips.

“Who's so fierce? ”

The white deer stared, “The massacre! ”

Intense gunfire lasted for at least 10 seconds before it gradually stopped, with at least hundreds of people tragically dying in a bullet storm, killing people like grass mustard, but such “harvests” were rare in gravestone towns.

“The Golden Tooth is talking...”

The white deer heard a voice dissatisfied, "Who made you run around screaming like this? ”

Killing first, questioning later, listening to that complaint, still seems to be wrong with the limbs and corpses lying on the ground.

“Boss Goldtooth! ”

The name provoked the horror of the white deer's heart.

There are a lot of gangsters, chairmen and bosses in the bloody wasteland.

But there's only one boss among the bosses, and that's Goldtooth Barrett from the Citigroup!

Powers like Wolf Gambling House, Nigger Gang, Abandoned Iron Gang, or even "Tombstone Town” or “Iron Flower City," compared to Goldtooth boss Barrett's "Citigroup," like a double-headed cow and three mutant giant lizards —— nothing like sneezing the latter and shooting the former in the face, like this.

In the midst of the turmoil, guns are said to be the Grasshead King, the Citigroup is said to occupy a well-equipped military base, not to mention ordinary light and heavy firearms, even heavy armoured vehicles and helicopter gunships. Huang Chengcheng's bullets are filled with potholes, and naturally become the dominion of the bloody wasteland.

Perhaps there was a slight movement of the big ankle boots stepping on the face and moving them to the boy's chest, the white deer finally could turn their heads, and they did see an empty space in the middle of the meat market, parked a powerful armored car, the wheels were stained with spotted blood, about when they just rushed in, pressed some bad luck.

The bullet storm was fired from the armoured car, spraying white smoke from the mouth, mixed with dust, like a lost blood mist.

Next to the armored car, are two rows of cold-blooded, murderous, strong men.

Clear monochrome prick resistant army boots, knee and wrist pads, discolored camouflage clothes, third-degree armor plus bulletproof vests, smart helmets, tactical goggles and wrist-style microcomputer combat systems, famous "flag” logos on the chest and arms, intermediate, a hundred times stronger than the bandits in Tombstone Town, at first glance, it really looks like a regular army from the underground.

The only difference with the Regular Army is that their helmets do not bear the symbol "Alliance” or “Covenant”, but instead have four uppercase English letters correctly drawn on the greasy tip:

MAGA!

This is their roar of war and their vows, so the Citigroup is also called the "MAGA Gang” or “Maga Gang". Whenever the "MAGA” sounds floating in the savage wasteland, the most heartbroken bandits are inevitable to shake Cesar.

“What's the Citigroup doing in Tombstone Town? ”

The white deer thought softly, "They have a military base, very rich, and they don't need to loot such a barren place as Tombstone Town. ”

“Boss, the mosquitoes are dead, and the people of Tombstone are gathering here, waiting for your order! ”

The white deer saw that the man who had just spoken nodded his waist against his tower and held a loudspeaker in his hands.

Did you accidentally bump into someone like "The Hopper” and “Reaper” in the bloody wilderness, Goldtooth boss Barrett?

The white deer felt like they were dying.

But he didn't want to die so vaguely, he didn't know where to build the courage to look up.

Through the gloomy sunshine, the white deer first saw a large pair of cold glittering gold teeth, then a sword-drawn beard, then a pit depression on top, the incomplete face, all the remaining areas were filled with aluminum alloy materials and even rivets, both eyes were replaced by red thermal sensory sense eyes, both sides of the temple, even two very exaggerated metal horn branches were pristine, full of irrational explosive forces.

Between the horns, above the aluminum alloy skull, with a dirty little red hat, embroidered in gold thread with four capital letters, naturally “MAGA”!

“Turns out he's 'Barrett the Golden Tooth’. ”

The white deer thought, "It stinks. He stinks! ”

Boss Goldtooth perceived the white deer's eyes, looked down at him, his eyes kept making a "squeak” sound, but didn't mean to move the leather boots a little bit, like treating the white deer as a very comfortable pedal stone.

“The underground took everything from us! ”

The Goldtooth boss took over the amplifier and yelled at the entire tombstone town, "The underground launched a thermonuclear war, taking away the blue sky clouds, forests and wilderness, bustling cities and quiet villages, fresh air and clean water, taking away all the good days of the past!

“They took everything from us, hid themselves in a comfortable, luxurious, clean underground city, hidden in a paradise shelter, where everything was, fresh air and clean water, delicious steaks and cakes, wine banquets! The prom and the women! Beautiful woman, clean woman, normal woman, woman with two mouths! Smells like a spray of incense, not like a woman with a double head of cow shit! Anything!

“What about us? Brothers in the Bleeding Wilderness, tell me, what do we have? Do we have fresh oxygen, clean water from radiation, cake, steak, wine and dancing, like a woman? Is there a basic dignity as a human being? Tell me!

“No, no! We don't have a fucking thing! In the eyes of those who are responsible for waging war, we are not even human beings, just strange shapes, extinct humans, disgusting animals, zombies, beasts, garbage, ‘demons’, even nothing, a ‘zero’, a nasty natural phenomenon, rats and cockroaches that cannot be extinct but must be extinct!

“Haven't you had enough of this life, wanting to spend your whole life eating stones, enduring radiation and rotting like a dead pig, and then rotting with her?

“If you are no longer willing to live like this, let alone give you a chance, there is now a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, an unprotected underground city waiting for us, wine, delicacies, clean air, water and women, even medical classes for radiation, all waiting for us there to tell me, do you have the courage to rob with the Golden Tooth to take back what is ours? ”

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Oops, it was supposed to be a chapter every day, and there was time left to work out a new book.

But how come there's no interference from the old devil Li, and you don't have to beat up chicken blood to write those very just, very bloody, very mouth-watering paragraphs, so addictive, so powerful, so smooth? It's not that. It's slippery. Chapter three is out!

What are we going to do?