I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 178: An unscientific super electromagnetic gun

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Lying on her husband ’s body that was losing temperature, the woman desperately tried to use his body temperature to warm him and save his dying life.

"I love you."

"No, no, I won't let you go." Bean big tears slipped from the woman's cheeks and dripped onto the cotton jacket soaked in blood.

"Sorry ..."

“I do n’t want you to apologize! I don’t—!” The heartbreaking cry failed to keep the body temperature that was getting colder.

Looking away from the two, Locke looked at his colleagues in confusion, not understanding what he meant.

"It's too boring to kill directly, man, you haven't realized the essence of abuse." Wang Ping patted his shoulder arrogantly, grinning.

"Oh?" Locke raised his eyebrows and thrust the gun into his arms. "Come on."

Wang Ping took the gun and grinned, ignoring the woman who looked at him angrily and timidly and turned to the crowd.

"The pigs, listen to me. Now, whoever comes up, QJ has her, I will give him freedom."

The crowd is upset, but no one has stepped forward.

Loke looked at his colleagues puzzledly. He didn't understand the meaning of watching the mating of two humans.

Yes, it is "two". In the eyes of mutants, humans are just domestic animals. Except for the sporadic remnants of the memory, they will not eat human flesh like the cannibals, they will not skimp on all cruelty, just to get pleasure from howling humans.

"Is there no one? If I remember correctly, this woman looks pretty good in your aesthetic." Wang Ping said slowly, carrying a rifle.

"Does this make any sense?" Locke puzzled.

"Of course. Man, learn a little. In addition to killing, there are many ways to dig out their inner despair."

Wang Ping smiled grimly, licking his dry lips, looking at the woman who was looking back at him in horror.

"Lying on her husband ’s unfrozen corpse, under the eyes of his son, he was humiliated by countless people. How desperate the expression would be, but it was exciting to think about it. Civilization exists Is n’t the meaning of the moment to bloom under the brutal rubbing? Ha ha ha ha! "

The wanton laughter was deafening, and even shattered the pine and snow on the branches, spreading for miles away.

Loke stared blankly at the sick smile on his colleague's face, and an excited expression appeared on his face.

"Shit, you are a genius, oh no, demon! You must have been an artist before you died."

"Who knows?" Smiling, Wang Ping pointed the gun at the man closest to him, "You, go to her."

The man swallowed, gritted his teeth, and said with a scalp.

"I can't do it."

Bang—!

The man fell to the ground like a piece of paper. The man ’s face maintained an expression of resistance during his lifetime, and there was an unbelievable amount of time that could not be changed.

"Next." Wang Ping smiled and pointed the gun at the middle-aged man who was covering his bleeding arm behind the man.

Shivering, the middle-aged man took two steps forward, but eventually fell to his knees on the ground.

"I-"

Bang—!

Wang Ping did not give him the opportunity to plead for nonsense, and shot his brain directly.

Red and white splashed all over the ground, even spilling on the person behind him.

Wang Pingyang raised his chin and aimed at the next person.

Perhaps stimulated by the misfortune of the predecessors, the third person just hesitated, striding tremblingly, and ran to the woman with his head buried.

"Sorry, please forgive me." His eyes reflected, and the man dared not look at the expression on the woman's face, and stretched his hand toward her collar.

"No, don't." The woman's eyes widened in despair.

However, the man ignored her desperate struggle, completely abandoned the reservedness and dignity that civilization should have, and pressed her on the corpse that gradually lost its temperature.

He comforted himself desperately in his heart, and if he did n’t, he would die. It was not his intention to do so.

Wang Ping looked at the man ’s actions with satisfaction, the joy of crushing civilization by hand, which made him tremble with excitement. Locke, who was studying on the side, also had his eyes widened, and he had just become a mutant for less than two years. It was the first time he saw this way of obtaining pleasure in addition to violence.

Wang Ping raised his muzzle and pointed to the next person. He was about to speak, but he heard a cry from the sentry.

"What's that ?!" The mutant with the rifle raised his head and reached for the black spot in the sky.

Wrinkled his brows, Wang Ping looked up to the sky: "What east-"

Boom--!

Smoke is mixed with the smoke, and the snow is rolled up like an avalanche on the ground and splashed towards the crowd.

Because of the ups and downs, the people stumbled and dropped the cement bags and steel bars in their hands, or fled to the nearby bunker, or fell to the ground.

Variants armed with rifles have not stopped because their condition is also not very optimistic.

"Damn, what is that!"

Climbing from the ground, Wang Ping looked at the thick smoke ten meters away in horror, and looked to the sky.

The bloodthirsty pupils contracted, and a rare expression of fear appeared.

......

"Direct hit."

A report from the ground sniper came in my ear. Because of the establishment of the crew, Jiang Chen is naturally a communication channel that can share the crew.

"It's beautiful!" Jiang Chen grinned and gave a thumbs up to the gunner.

The wind rushed through the cabin door, and the orange chemical protective clothing grumbled in the cold wind. The gunner wearing a radiation shield turned his head and nodded his thanks to Jiang Chen's praise. Then he kept carrying a 10kg quality bomb from the side and sent it into the magazine, the coil began to charge can.

At the moment, Jiang Chen is holding a tablet, and the flashing picture on the tablet is the entire battlefield. The camera located at the bottom of the helicopter completely showed the commander in front of him in a bird's eye view.

The green dots lurking three kilometers away from the town are the light infantry at the fish bone base. The five hunting tigers lay sideways behind the bunker of the building, revealing only the carriage carrying the fifty-type electromagnetic gun. The car is covered with a white tarpaulin, so that the car and the snow scene behind are integrated, leaving only the black hole of the barrel.

Red dots in the distance are naturally enemy units marked by snipers, and gray dots are civilians.

And the billowing smoke was the truck that was just destroyed by the cannon. The four-unit anti-aircraft machine gun mounted on the truck had to be vented in the future, and was bombarded into iron **** by a pre-emptive blow.

The mutant who lost his air defense fled.

And Jiang Chen looked down on all this.

It's like playing a game.

By the way, this command system bundled with the camera at the bottom of the helicopter is Yao Yao ’s masterpiece.

"Is n’t civilization meant to sanction barbarism?"

As if responding to the clamor, Jiang Chen murmured to himself.

Since the **** of death has arrived on the battlefield, please invite you scum to die.

Looking down coldly at the frightened figure on the screen, his finger poked at the red dot on the screen.

Om!

The triangular barrel flashes a faintly blue electric light, slowly receding with the harsh buzzing sound.

The orange-red arc blasted towards the ground, and the blast of the shell that penetrated the sound barrier almost overshadowed the roaring north wind. (To be continued.)