Damn it! Let's smash the darkness together! - Chapter 252 - Eliminate the Roots to Prevent Future Troubles (First Update, Seeking Monthly Votes)

Chapter 252 - Eliminate the Roots to Prevent Future Troubles (First Update, Seeking Monthly Votes)

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Chapter 252: Chapter 45: Eliminate the Roots to Prevent Future Troubles (First Update, Seeking Monthly Votes)Xu Shu couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh, these Black Emperor’s sons really came prepared.

From some of their words, he could also guess that the reason these Black Emperor’s sons hadn’t been put on the Astronomy Association’s most-wanted list was simply because they were playing a game of "skirting the law."

These 10th to 12th floors weren’t fully occupied, and because they were cheap, only the poorest batch of Scavengers would live here.

They specifically targeted such people, these victims were all poor, barely surviving on the Wasteland, and even if they died, not to mention whether or not they had family, it was undetermined; and even if the police were alerted, the Patrol Team would most likely just perfunctorily brush it off.

The Wasteland was inherently dangerous; the Patrol Team themselves worked with their lives on the line, the death of a few Scavengers was all too common, who knows if some lurking monster had bitten you to death.

This vast Wasteland was a lawless land, a grey area!

Hence, as long as they were a bit careful, nobody would ever know what they did.

The White Emperor’s son set traps to deceive people into Esoteric Buddhism, the Black Emperor’s son secretly made sacrifices to create marks.

Even so, the Salvation Army actually had a great reputation in other regions of the Wasteland, hailed as "the light upon the Wasteland."

"What a ’Savior’ Army, I’ll eventually strip away the human skin you’re wearing!"

After being ambushed by the Salvation Army twice, Xu Shu secretly noted this grudge in his notebook.

A gentleman’s revenge is not too late, even after ten years.

Boom—he kicked aside the obstacles, descended the stairs, and arrived at the supply point building’s first-floor hall.

It was just before ten o’clock now, but today wasn’t as bustling as yesterday, with very few people, desolately quiet.

People on the Wasteland were always busy; during the day, of course, they would search through the ruins, mainly for "Gold grains" that grew in the ruins and some remnants of the previous civilization.

Occasionally, they could also ’pick up corpses,’ and if they happened to find resources left behind by Patrol Team defeated by Wasteland beasts, that would be quite a windfall.

Therefore, the front desk was very empty today, with only a few male and female staff members of the hostel resting there; there were also some people packing up to leave—accommodations on the Wasteland didn’t require real-name registration, you just paid money to stay.

Oddly enough, next to the casino, there were notably fewer people than yesterday, but there were still some people playing, about a dozen of them, looking idle.

Xu Shu glanced at the group playing billiards, looked at the hostel owner, rolled his eyes, and suddenly panicked, saying to the stocky man, "Brook, something big happened! Upstairs, there’s been a murder!"

"Ah?" Brook’s expression changed, and he urgently asked, "What did you see?"

"I didn’t see much, I went downstairs early last night to use the bathroom, and I saw someone blocking the staircase to the 10th floor, starting to grab people! We need to tell the next batch of Patrol Soldiers coming! There’s been a homicide upstairs, on the 10th floor, I saw it with my own eyes, lots of blood!" Xu Shu said, his expression panicked.

When Brook heard about this, he too panicked: "But the last supply Patrol Team had just come by, it would be nearly a month before they come again."

The sudden proclamation drew everyone’s attention.

People gathered around, asking curiously what had happened.

But Xu Shu looked extremely anxious, "There’s no time to talk, I need to go find nearby Patrol Soldiers to report this, you guys protect the scene, it’s too horrible, too horrible."

While muttering, he quickly scuttled to the doorway, heading to the parking lot outside—no one knew he had actually walked here.

Yet at this moment, Xu Shu’s back was completely exposed to everyone in the hall.

The next second, a few "bang bang bang" shots rang out.

Xu Shu immediately swooshed like a broken kite, flying outwards, face down on the ground motionless.

"Ah!"

The sudden gunfire caused screams in the hall, as everyone ducked under tables.

There were eight gunmen, the very group playing billiards earlier, and a few others who had been playing with them were shot on the spot.

They fired a few shots into the air, sent people to check Xu Shu’s body, and intimidated those hiding under the tables, the leader shouting, "We have a vendetta, this is personal, nobody poke their head out!"

One brother stood next to Xu Shu, nudging his body with a gun, puzzled, "Boss, it looks like this guy is wearing a bulletproof vest, why isn’t he bleeding?"

As he spoke, he also fired a few more shots at Xu Shu.

Ting ting ting—the bullets ricocheted, his expression suddenly froze, a look of bewilderment transitioning to terror on his entire face.

"What do you mean not bleeding?"

The leader walked towards the outside.

Just then, the "dead man" Xu Shu lying on the ground spoke up, "Looks like it’s just you guys left, huh."

No sooner had his voice dropped than he rose up, stretched out a hand with incredible swiftness, pressing down on the head of a man nearby.

The latter immediately understood and dropped the gun hesitantly, raising his hands to surrender, trembling, "Sir, please give me a cha—"

Snap—one sound.

Xu Shu casually squeezed and burst his brain open, grinning, "Wishful thinking."

Right after, several henchmen of the Salvation Army started firing swathes of bullets in from the doorway.

Xu Shu rooted his feet and didn’t budge, absorbing shots with his Jingwei, turning himself into a target, sparks flew off him, and at the same time, he picked up several stones from the ground, hurling them fiercely.

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