2033: C2033 Death's Feast

C2033 Death's Feast

"Mr. Xia, I'll have to trouble you to stay here tonight." Sarah Hei brought Xia Lei into a simple room and asked politely.

Xia Lei said: "You're welcome, this place is pretty good."

"Alright, I won't disturb Mr. Xia's rest then." Sarahir started for the door.

Xia Lei called out to him, "Mr. Saracen, send more people to patrol tonight. I am worried that the terrorists will retaliate."

"Mr. Xia, please be at ease. I have already arranged everything."

"That's good." Xia Lei said.

After Saracen left, he closed the door behind him, and the room immediately fell into darkness. No lights, no sound. The wind whistled through the windowless windows like a woman crying.

Xia Lei stood in front of the window. The wreckage of the vehicles, the buildings that had been bombed beyond recognition, and the refugees huddled in corners to avoid the wind. Darkness enveloped all of this. The elements of sorrow flowed in the air, and the people here could not see the sun nor did they have any hope.

Two tears rolled down from his eyes. Xia Lei had held back his tears at the street square, but at this time, he could no longer control the tears in his heart.

The main reason for this situation was because he had absorbed a large amount of grieving Desire Energy. As his soul evolved, his emotions became more and more sensitive.

Suddenly, a glowing object appeared in the pitch-black night sky, flying towards them while dragging the tail of the fire.

Xia Lei caught sight of it and shouted loudly, "Cannon attack!"

His voice was still echoing in the air when his body knocked open the windowless window and jumped out of the room.

His room was on the third floor. To him, this height was the equivalent of a normal person descending a flight of stairs.

Sala Black had initially arranged a few guards to guard the not very damaged building, but when they heard Xia Lei's warning, before they could come back to their senses, Xia Lei had already descended from the sky and appeared in front of them.

"Mr. Xia?" Before Sala Black could even leave, Xia Lei had already jumped off the building and appeared in front of him.

A large group of guards with broken weapons also looked at Xia Lei in surprise.

"Cannon attack!" Xia Lei roared: What are you still standing here for? Hurry and evacuate the civilians! "

Just as he finished his sentence, a cannonball fell on the back of the building. With a loud boom, the entire building trembled, and the shockwave from the explosion swept over, bringing with it fragments of cement and dust. Several people who were standing at the entrance were immediately knocked onto the ground, wailing in agony.

"Go into the basement! "Let's go to the basement!" Sarahir came back to his senses and hissed.

BOOM! BOOM!

Shells flew out one after another, as buildings collapsed one after another. Those who couldn't hide in time were also blasted into smithereens. Pieces of their corpses were scattered all over the area with a radius of a hundred meters.

Some wailed, some wailed. The entire area where the refugees were gathered sank into a state of fear and chaos.

This was war, the most evil thing humans could do.

Xia Lei sprinted towards the direction of where the cannonball came from at the fastest speed possible, causing a gust of wind to blow in the street he was on, bringing up countless trash.

"No matter who it is, fire at the refugees! I want their lives!" As he sprinted, such a voice came out from Xia Lei's heart.

BOOM!

Bang! A cannonball exploded beside Xia Lei, and shrapnel and fragments of cement directly smashed into his body. His clothes were instantly filled with holes, but his skin was still undamaged, not even a piece of skin was damaged. He had never attempted to withstand the bombardment of bombs. This time, he could be considered to have carried out a test ? right now, his body could not even be torn apart by a cannonball!

Numerous streets and broken buildings were left behind. In a minute, Xia Lei appeared in an area three kilometers away. His line of sight quickly locked onto a parking lot where several tractor-type howitzers stood.

A dozen armed men were operating the howitzers, loading the shells and firing the cannons. They looked very skilled at it. They all had black scarves on their heads and black flags on the howitzer positions. They were clearly accomplices of the terrorists who had attacked the heavy trucks at dusk.

At that time, Xia Lei did not hunt down the terrorist snipers. His goal was to let the terrorists in the city know of his methods, so that they would not dare to attack the people, vehicles and supplies of the Rescue Institute.

Now, the terrorist had given him a response, and that was to open fire on the refugee area that he was assisting!

The howitzer positions were lined with fortifications, some of them sandbagged bulletproof, some of them fortified with shovels. Hundreds of terrorists had gathered in an open space outside of the howitzer position, where dozens of pickup trucks were parked, along with some cheap motorcycles and cars.

An Arab man in his early fifties came out of a doorway. He was wearing a suit instead of the traditional Arab outfit. There was no turban on his head, and his hair was gray and not very long. He also didn't have an Arab beard, and his chin was shaved clean with a razor. No one would suspect that such a person was a terrorist. He looked like an ordinary white-collar worker with a decent job and no worries.

Xia Lei's line of sight had already locked onto him. He had killed too many people like this on the Star of Hope. He could tell with one look what kind of people were good people and what kind of people were bad people.

"Smash that place flat!" The gray-haired Arab man walked to the edge of the howitzer position and shouted at the terrorists who operated the howitzers.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Another few shells flew into the sky, heading towards the area where the refugees were gathered.

"Do the sinners think they are waiting for a savior? They are wrong, only by joining us will they be able to survive. " The white haired Arab man said in a stern voice, "Since they chose that Grand China brat, then we don't need to give them any more time. After the bombing, we will kill our way into the white pearl and exterminate them all! "

"Kill them all!" A voice echoed in response.

Xia Lei's gaze moved to a abandoned shop beside him, and landed on a solid iron rod. He stretched out his hand, and the iron rod that was as tall as his body flew into his hand with a whoosh. It felt heavy, at least fifty pounds.

Xia Lei walked towards the car park with the iron rod in hand.

"Who?" Someone noticed Xia Lei and asked loudly.

Xia Lei did not answer and sped up his footsteps.

"Damn, he's not one of us!" Someone shouted, "Kill him!"

A searchlight that was installed on top of a forklift suddenly lit up, and the bright light shone onto Xia Lei's body.

The clothes on Xia Lei's body were riddled with holes and had long since rotted to pieces. His face, however, was clean and clear in the light. Sixteen or seventeen years old with a still youthful face, black hair, and yellow skin. All of these fit the characteristics of a single person, and that was ?. Miraculous boy!

"It's him!" "Kill that tough bearded brat!" someone shouted in horror.

The one who spoke was Xia Lei's sniper!

Bang

The sound of gunfire suddenly rang out. It wasn't just two sounds, but a large wave of gunfire. In that moment, at least two hundred spears were firing in Xia Lei's direction. A bullet that was fired in a second or two would be at least twice Xia Lei's weight in total!

However, none of the bullets hit Xia Lei, and all stopped in midair.

"Go to hell!" Xia Lei roared explosively, and sprinted forward two steps. He then leaped up, and in a flash, flew above the heads of the tens of terrorists who were blocking the entrance of the car park. At the same time, he swung the iron rod in his hand.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of a blunt weapon striking flesh rang out as the terrorists were sent flying. Some of them had their heads smashed by a stick, some had their necks cut in half, while others had their chests stuck to their backs!

With a swing of the staff, a path of blood appeared.

However, Xia Lei did not stop there. While his corpse was flying everywhere, he had already arrived beside the terrorists who operated howitzers in the entire world. The large iron rod in his hand moved once again, swinging out an afterimage that looked like a two-stop electric fan.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

One by one, the howitzers were launched into the air. This time, all the heads were blown off, and none of the heads were intact.

The reason why Xia Lei killed the terrorists who operated howitzers was very simple. If these people lived for one more second, they might be able to fire one more shell, which would cause some refugees to bleed or even die from their injuries.

In just two or three seconds, the entire howitzer position was emptied.0

Xia Lei turned around to face the hundreds of terrorists as well as the thousands of floating warheads.

Under the searchlights, some of the warheads were still red, while others were still emitting light, shining like gold.

For some reason, the gunshots suddenly stopped.

Xia Lei held his bloodied iron rod and walked towards the few hundred terrorists. His footsteps, the sound made by the iron rod, brought fear to the life in this space.

How was he some mysterious youth?

He was simply the death god of a cosplay teenager!

A terrorist covered in tattoos suddenly threw the gun in his hand away. He knelt down on the ground and muttered, "Devil, devil ?" Doomsday really has arrived. Doomsday, doomsday has arrived ? "

Xia Lei suddenly accelerated, raising the 50 jin iron rod, he lashed it forward like a whip.

Boom! *

A row of terrorists' heads exploded as their brains, blood, and bone fragments flew all over the place.

"The devil!" The terrorists crumbled, one by one turning to flee.

The leader fled amid a group of terrorists. He did not know why, but he turned around to take a look.

At that instant ? ?

"Whiz!"

The large iron rod suddenly flew across the air and stabbed into his eye with a 'kacha' sound. Then, it shot out from the back of his head.

The leader of this terrorist group was killed, but this was not the end of the killing, but the beginning.

The energy generated by the fear permeated the entire space, becoming extremely intense.

This was the feast of death.

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