Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

"What kind of guy are you?"

The young man dressed as a hippie pointed at Fujiang with a shotgun and stepped forward to sternly ask. His movements and expressions all showed his nervousness. It seemed that the other party would pull the trigger with a little hesitation.

The other two pairs of men and women spread out and surrounded Fujiang in an arc. Among them, only the black woman had a pistol in her hand, and she had a holster attached to her thigh. Her careful appearance seemed to be very experienced, probably a policeman. The other three held cold weapons such as knives and axes. Seeing the posture was just doing things. They were not used many times at all.

After making the initial judgment, I was completely calm. Although the number of them is large, the horror is uncertain, and from the point of view of athletic ability, it is not an unexpected thing. The two with guns, one for me and one for Fujiang, and the rest can be slaughtered slowly, which is a good deal.

The only thing that needs attention is the silent priest who is standing aside. He is the only one in this group who keeps calm and has a strong physique. The diamond-shaped mark on my hand only became hot when he noticed us behind the hiding door.

"Hey, don't be nervous, I'm not malicious." Fu Jiang grabbed the two ends of the fire axe with both hands, and raised it to the top of his head, a non-resistance.

"Women?" The hippie heard.

"Yes, woman, I am a woman, don't shoot."

"What are you doing hiding there?" The hippie asked.

"I arrived at this ghost place inexplicably this morning. There were monsters everywhere, and no one could see it. Later I accidentally discovered this bomb shelter, but when I came in, I found myself lost. I did n’t follow you, and all the passages behind me It's stagnant water, it's terrible. "

"Why not come out immediately?"

"You have many people."

Hearing this reason, the five people couldn't help but looked at each other, shoulders were sent down together. Well done, Fujiang. My crossbow aimed at a black woman who kept her muzzle down slightly despite her vigilance. She seems to have a sense of justice. She is the kind of person who works diligently and strictly abides by the rules. If she is a policeman, she is a good policeman who is determined to protect citizens.

I don't know whether she experienced cruel things here, it seems that there is no, the good police's habit will make her bad luck.

"Your dress is good." The hippie drew back his gaze and picked his chin towards Fujiang.

"Be prepared." Fu Jiang turned around in a circle: "Can you take me in? I'm scared. Where is this place?"

"I have to think about it." The hippie's mouth curled up: "Take off the hat and let us see how you look."

Fujiang did not answer, and did not do anything.

"Immediately!" The hippie's tone became severe.

Fujiang put down his hands holding the axe and took off the helmet with his right hand. Everyone's eyes froze for a moment. Fu Jiang is certainly a beauty, but she is still bald. It is rare to see bald beauties, either fashion models or sisters. At this time, Fu Jiang feels both.

The hippy whistled frivolously and put the muzzle down.

"What's your name?"

"Fujiang."

"Welcome to join, if you have any questions, you can contact me. I am the leader here." The hippie said, deliberately leaning over his body, looking around at others with a fault-seeking look.

No one objected and dissatisfied, holding a dead face.

The hippies regarded silence as an approval and a complacent smile. But the next moment, he saw a startled expression on the faces of other people.

"I have something important to find you, boss." The voice pressed quickly, he just felt a huge object rush towards his shoulder.

Fujiang strides a distance of three meters in one step. The hippie was about to turn around and lift the gun, and she opened the muzzle with the side of her axe. Fu Jiang rushed into the hippie's arms, crashing against the wall in front of him like a mad cow.

Those people only felt that a strong wind was blowing around them, they hadn't had time to move, and the two overlapping figures had rushed out.

This is how the black woman reacted, turned around and was about to shoot, and I shot the crossbow with a premeditated plan. A slight sharp windbreak hit her shoulder, and the arrow came out from the front. She screamed. Although she held the pistol tightly instinctively, her arms could no longer be lifted, and she couldn't pull the trigger.

Very good, this gun was abandoned. There was no guilt that hurt others, I just thought of it that way. As a top student in a peaceful age, it is a bit strange that he is not afraid of corpses but can harm others calmly and still smoke.

The unexpected attack made the remaining three people stay for a while, like a frightened rabbit, discarding the black women who knelt and screamed on the ground, spreading apart, fearing that they would kill the pond fish, and there was no intention of going forward to rescue.

The hippie's body bowed like shrimps, hit the wall and fell down, the shotgun slid out of his hand, and almost couldn't get up. Fu Jiang didn't cut off his head, but stomped his hand holding the gun to the ground, and the hippie burst into tears.

"Finger, finger, me, my hand ..."

"This is a meeting ceremony, Boss." Fu Jiang said blindly and twisted his shoes a few times.

The hippie succumbed to her feet completely, curled up and wept bitterly, and when Fu Jiang loosened his feet, his five fingers were shaped like mud, all of them were broken and twisted.

The tragic state of the hippies made everyone stunned, leaving only a look of fear on their faces. The black woman shook her pistol with a hand and raised it towards Fujiang. She seemed to forget that her attack came from behind.

So I reminded her to hold her head with the revolver.

"Don't be nervous, just say hello."

These people have been attracted by Fu Jiang's big movements again and again, and I have come to them without knowing me. From the beginning to the end, I focused most of my attention on the priest who seemed indifferent to his own tragedy. His eyes have been on me since the moment I walked out. It has a sense of scrutiny but no fear.

This is not a good thing.

When the bad guys are not afraid, the good days of the bad guys are over.

So I chose to point at him with a crossbow with a crossbow.

Until Fu Jiang picked up the shotgun dropped by the hippie from the ground, the remaining three were completely calmed down and dared not move.

Fujiang ignored the hippie and came to the black woman to collect her pistol.

"Glock." Fu Jiang chuckled and shook his head: "Achuan, let go of her."

I retracted the left wheel behind my waist. There is no bullet anyway, it ’s just a fake and awe-inspiring, if you do n’t need it, do n’t use it, it ’s not good to be seen through it ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Everyone stood by. "Fu Jiang pointed to the location of the hippies."

Everyone, including the priest, was rushed to the hippie and stood aside. The hippie finally got up from the ground, holding his wrist, his body trembling with pain and fear. In addition to the priest's indifferent expression, the others were terrified.

"No, don't kill me." The burgundy-haired young woman hugged her shoulders and shuddered, her tears falling.

"Don't be afraid, we won't kill people casually." I try to make the language calm.

Black women stared at me with cannibalistic eyes, and I ignored it. Her right shoulder couldn't move for a while, but there was not much bleeding, and I didn't use the arrow that opened the blood trough.

Fujiang stepped forward and leaned his axe on the ground.

"So, let me introduce myself first. My name is Fu Jiang and my student brother is Gao Chuan." Fu Jiang said with a low-pitched voice: "I don't need to know who you are, I just need information on this ghost place. ? "

"Here?" The middle-aged man in a suit asked cautiously.

"All, doomsday illusions, and here." Fu Jiang said word by word.

"Will you let us go after telling you?" Said another casually dressed young man who had never spoken.

"Will consider."

"How long have you been in?" The priest suddenly said.

I looked at Fu Jiang and I nodded. This priest is expected to give people a good impression, I think it should be the truth. The rest is Fu Jiang's judgment. She specializes in psychology and is an adult. She has much more experience in watching people serving food than me.

"one night."

"Then you should ask what is the mark of your left hand, boy."

When priest was talking, his eyes were facing me.