CHRONICLE GODSFALL
3. Mad Dog's
A faint and nauseating smell emanated from the wax paper, striking his nostrils with its scent. It was an intoxicating feeling that would make a man feel as if he was dreaming.
Two pieces of hard black bread, and a bottle of slightly contaminated water. The scavengers had never even seen such high-quality food before, and every scavenger was lost in a state of overwhelming happiness.
Cloudhawk's hands trembled as he slowly opened the wax paper, looking almost like a pious pilgrim who was opening a holy object. Just like that, two pieces of hard bread appeared before his eyes. Their scent grew stronger than before, causing his mouth to immediately water. Breads. This is bread!
He had seen this picture before in the book. He would never have imagined that such a legendary delicacy would appear in his own hands. In the ruins, these two pieces of bread would be worth a human's life. No. gabe. They would be comparable to the lives of ten people!
Cloudhawk carefully broke a small piece of bread, then put it in his mouth. He closed his eyes, carefully enjoying the taste. He first let his saliva slowly soften the hard bread, letting its unique flavor spread to the tip of his tongue. It felt so overwhelming that it seemed almost unreal, and he felt completely drunk. As if this was all a dream.
However, this beautiful dream was cut off violently and suddenly.
A thin but muscular figure was walking towards him, with a machete in hand. The man's face was covered with a terrible knife scar. Who'sisthis? It was the man who led the others to steal the Cloudhawk meat yesterday.
He came to take part in this activity as well!
Cloudhawk took out his short sword, glaring at the scarred-faced man with an unblurred hostility in his eyes. He looked almost like an angry young leopard. Yesterday, he had eaten his fill so he did not need to fight to the death. Today, everything is different. If anyone dared to try and take his bread from him, he would thrust his short sword into the heart of that person, even if it meant dying with him!
“I'm not interested in your food!”
"Then what do you want?"
The scar-faced man had a strange look in his eyes, which flickered with a cold gaze. “See it there? There were only three diggers, but the truck was full of bread and water. We're all armed. Why don't we try it?”
There were only three excavators guarding the truck, and none of the three were armed with firearms. It is likely that the excavators have brought them here to send them to their deaths. Rather than sitting here and waiting to die, why not join forces and kill the three alone? Food, weapons, water.this was the most important thing that the wasteland offered, and they would be able to get all three at once!
When the scavengers thought back to how delicious the bread was, their eyes could not help but blush. Communal greed and the desire to kill began to appear rapidly inside their chests.
Kill them all! Cut them into minced meat!
All the scavengers started to stand up. The scar-faced man glared at the hesitating Cloudhawk. "You coming or not?"
All humans have desires, and the desire for food and life is among the most powerful desires ever. Actually, Cloudhawk wanted to join them, but.the experience he had experienced during his years of living in the ruins made him unable to trust the scar-faced man and the others. An underage and small-sized young man ... Even if they managed to snatch all the bread and water, would the scar-faced man and the others really share it with him?
The answer is pretty clear.
There was no way the scar-faced man would give him as much as one roll of bread. Instead, all the scavengers would join together to eliminate their weak groups.
And... can the scavengers succeed?
This seems like a silly question. Twenty against three? Answer's clear. But, for some reason, Cloudhawk had a bad feeling about what was about to happen!
Cloudhawk glanced at the black man. When he did, he could not help but feel his scalp go numb. It was as if a bucket of ice water had just been poured over his head.
The savage-looking black man was actually staring straight at the scavengers, as if he could hear what they were saying.
They meet in the air.
Cloudhawk felt like he had been struck by lightning. The extremely limited vocabulary he had was not even enough to describe the feelings that those eyes gave him!
That sharp and ferocious gaze contained an indescribable overwhelming power within it. It did not feel like the gaze of a man; instead, it felt like a terrifying mutabeast gaze. There was a naked warning in that gaze: All of you are nothing more than a group of extremely weak prey. You don't even have to worry!
Cloudhawk could feel every muscle in his body becoming tense from fear. It was as if he was a juvenile beast that had just been crippled by terror. Even though he knew he had no chance of survival, his subconscious desire was to fight back!
“Do not go.” Cloudhawk summoned every bravery and strength he had to finally break their gaze, only to find that he had drenched himself in cold sweat. He whispered, "You're all going to die!"
"You useless bastard!" The scar-faced man spat out loudly, then said to the other scavenger, "Let's kill the digger, then go back and handle this trash."
"Good!"
Twenty excavators began to move in unison, their eyes filled with a silent gloom. Everyone living inside the abandoned land knew exactly what that gloomy appearance meant. The scavengers had turned into a pack of wolves.or, rather, they had become a pack of hungry wolves lurking for their prey.
Mad Dog was neither nervous nor impatient. He continued to smoke his cigarette as if the pack of hungry human wolves in front of him did not even exist.
He did glance at the skinny young man who was quietly crouching beside the wall, chewing on a piece of bread. That particular scav is rather interesting. He's pretty smart and sharp. The boy's gaze was almost like an animal, filled with a certain stubborn wildness. He actually managed to exchange stares with Mad Dog for some time without breaking down.
Most importantly of all, the child had a good instinct for danger. Was that the reason why he chose not to join the others in their suicide? What an interesting boy!
“What are you doing?! You want to die ?! ”
“You overestimated yourself, you cockroaches. You all need to support!"
Now, the other two mercenaries also noticed that the scavengers started moving. They took out their weapons, threatening expressions on their faces as they cursed furiously. Scavengers, however, do not respond to them at all as they continue to approach and approach.
“Ehehe. Come, guys. Why do you have to be like this?” The Mad Dog let out a deep hoarse laugh that sounded like the chirping of an owl. When he smiled, the terrible scar on his face started to twist and spin like many ugly centipedes. He casually threw his cigarette on the ground, then used the tip of his boots to grind it into the mud. “You know, I feel so bored. Move, beginner. ”
"Crazy Dog, boss, don't ..."
The two mercenaries exchanged glances with Mad Dog, then immediately shut their mouths. They quietly stepped aside, looking sympathy on their faces as they glanced at the stupid scavenger.
Mad Dog started to grin viciously as he slowly took out his two glittering machetes. Parangs are shaped somewhat like kukri, except the 'back' of the machete is flat while the blade is curved. The blade is very wide and very heavy and will require tremendous wrist strength to use properly. What was surprising was, after Mad Dog pulled them out, he then casually threw them on the ground, clenching his fists as he walked towards the scavenger.
Why did he throw away his gun?
Why could he face more than twenty men without looking the slightest bit nervous?
Why was he walking straight towards a large group of armed scavengers all alone?
The scavengers have lost all rationality by now. Their faces looked bloodthirsty, and they were filled with a desire to commit murder. There was nothing plausible about what the Mad Dog did, but all such considerations had long since disappeared from their minds. The scar-faced man let out a loud roar: "Kill!" And just like that, dozens of scavengers swarmed forward like a pack of starving seals.
The scar-faced man raised his machete high, attacking the front of his backpack. To his right was a scavenger holding a metal rod, while to his left was a scavenger holding an axe. These were the three strongest and most agile scavengers in this group, which was why they led the front row in this task!
Separate their heads! Cut off their arms! Take everything that belongs to them!
Mad Dog stretched out his right hand as fast as lightning, his five fingers closing his opponent's wrist. The crack! The wrist was twisted in the opposite direction, twisted so hard that its bones could be seen poking out of the skin as blood came out of the puncture wound.
Next, Mad Dog followed up with a sweeping kick from his right leg. This kick landed on the foot of the scar-faced man with the power of a steel whip, and the scar-faced man was suddenly 'shortened' as his legs suddenly bent to a very unnatural level. The bones inside his leg had been neatly broken in several places.
Finally, there was a blow!
The scar-faced man's chest was completely shattered by this blow. His eight ribs were smashed to pieces, and he was sent flying backwards like a sandbag, instantly knocking down the few scavengers that were behind him.
Right at this moment, the metal rod slammed towards the Mad Dog.
Mad Dog makes it look as easy as picking flowers; pulls, pulls, throws. He first grabbed the metal rod, pulled it away from the man forcefully, and then sent it back to him with a hard punch by slamming the stick straight into the man's mouth. This powerful entry first crushed the man's teeth into small pieces, and then. A clear voice rang out as a metal rod exited through the back of the man's skull. A huge hole had appeared in his head!
“Ahhhh! The giant!"
The scavenger who was using an ax was so frightened by this sight that he immediately turned around and began to flee.
But Mad Dog won't let him go. He leaped into the air, leaping nearly two meters high as he raised his right leg past the man's head, then used it to deliver a smashing downward blow towards the man's skull.
KEENNESS.
Cervical vertebrae cut clean!
As for the head itself, it had actually collapsed onto the man's chest by the terrifying might of the Mad Dog's attack. The unimaginable power of this attack actually drilled the scavenger's feet into the ground, almost like a nail being hammered into the earth. He stood there, unable to fall .. and of course, he was more dead than dead!
“Ahahah!” The savage face of Mad Dog was filled with raging excitement and an absolute drunken expression. It was as if he had already lost complete control of his mind. “Ayo, maintain! I haven't had enough fun!”
The two mercenaries groaned mentally when they saw this. The boss had entered one of his berserk conditions, which was extremely dangerous. Here's the reason
why his nickname was 'Crazy Dog'!
None of the two novice mercenaries dared to move too close to him!
The scar-faced man was lying on the ground, somehow still alive and struggling to catch his breath. The Mad Dog stepped straight into his face, completely giving up and causing white brain matter to burst out from his face, it was almost as if he was fed up of being in the man's skull and couldn't wait to move elsewhere. Crazy Dog had smashed the man's skull as easily as stepping on a chicken egg.
The whole process took less than five seconds. Mad Dog, using an extremely brutal and bloody method, had instantly defeated and killed the three strongest scavengers. His attacks were so clean and measurable that he had clearly refined them during countless 'workout' sessions. His strength was completely inhuman, and it was truly terrifying!
He's not a man. He really is a devil!
The scavengers are all frightened, with the more cowardly ones peeing themselves on the spot. Cloudhawk stared at all of this with wide-eyed eyes. If he did not see everything happening directly, there was no way he would believe that there was anyone who could be this strong!
The Mad Dog charged forward towards the other scavenger, taking the machete from the lifeless hand of the scar-faced man. Just when he was about to start slaughtering the others …
The explosion! Rumbling sounds could be heard as the hedgehog-shaped vehicle flew through the sand-swept air, flying from the edge of one of the sand dunes outside.
Fat man, cigar in mouth, sitting in a shaky vehicle. His left hand controls the steering wheel while his right hand pulls the gun out of the scabbard. Both the vehicle and the fat man himself were in the air as the fat man was in action. He pulled out his weapon, then shot Mad Dog without aiming at him at all.
A bullet tore through the air, moving tens of meters in a split second.
Clangs!
The machete in Mad Dog's hand was struck straight away and broke into two pieces.
Cloudhawk was stunned once again. The fat man seemed to have no skills at all, but he was actually a very skilled marksman. His unimaginable accuracy was as inhuman as the power of the Mad Dog!
Vehicles drove straight to the base while they.
"Crazy Dog, what are you really doing?" The fat man stared at the three corpses that were obliterated on the ground. "Playing around and killing one or two of them is one thing, but are you planning to exterminate all of these bastards?"
"I lost control for a moment." The Mad Dog shook his head violently, seemingly regaining control of himself again. “They're alive, right? Not a big deal."
The fat man knew about the Crazy Dog matter. Every time the man killed someone, he would often enter a berserk state. Thank goodness he made it back just in time.
"Slyfox, what's the point of you bringing these trashy things with you?" Mad Dog is now very irritable and impatient. "From the way I see it, all you do is waste our time!"
“How can you catch fish without bait? All right, stop blabbering.” The fat man patted the Crazy Dog on the shoulder. “Our employer for this mission is amazing, and the mission reward is amazing!”
Crazy Dog didn't say anything else.
The fat man turned his head to glance at the remaining scavengers. "Enough. Now we're all here ... listen, you dirty scavenger! I'll give you half an hour to get ready!”
"I'm not going anywhere!" A frightened looking scavenger suddenly shouted.
This is in contrast to the work usually done by scavengers by excavators. These excavators are all weird. If they were to follow this excavator, they would all definitely die.
Bang out!
No one saw the fat man pull the trigger.
The fat man had personally modified his weapon, and his bullets were also custom-made. The snail's great power actually caused the protesting scavenger's head to completely shatter apart. Moments later, the protester slumped to the ground, white brain matter streaming out from his shattered skull to the ground. His entire body twitched involuntarily.
The other scavengers all felt a chill break through their spines.
As for Cloudhawk, he continued to sit there beside the wall, watching as he slowly stuffed the last piece of bread into his mouth. He then finished his last mouthful of water.
The words of the old man echoed in his mind. A man can be a chess player or a chess piece. Chess players can choose how they want to play.
Everyone has the opportunity to become a chess player, but they have to be very careful with every choice they make. Once they became chess pieces, their lives were no longer under their own control. Anger, terror, resignation. Once you become a chess piece, if you overestimate yourself and still think of yourself as a player who has the power to choose his own destiny, Goal understands, the result is that you will end up like a scar-faced man and the others.
This was why Cloudhawk had already decided what he was going to do. He would be a good little chess piece and wait for the right moment to jump off this board and become a player once again.
