World Traveler

At this moment, the old beggar suddenly changed from lying down to lying on his side, and his face was facing the place where Yanan landed.

Yanan was so frightened that his nerves tensed up. In an instant, his hand reached for the gun, ready to overturn the table at any time.

After a few seconds, the old beggar smacked his lips and started snoring again.

"Whoo~"

This action made Yanan relax a little. He approached the old beggar gently, step by step, and slowly tightened his grip on the dagger in his hand.

Adjust your body, and then...

Sinai!

He suddenly jumped up and launched a powerful attack.

The old beggar woke up from his dream, but it was too late. He only felt a sharp pain and a cold touch in his throat, followed by a gushing out of warm liquid.

He tried to call for help, but the wound in his throat prevented him from making any sound, only a faint sound of air flowing.

The old beggar's eyes were filled with fear and confusion. He tried to struggle and resist, but his strength was rapidly draining away.

Even if he tried to use his remaining strength to make some movement to attract others, he was held down by a hand behind him and could not move.

Although Yanan is only eight or nine years old now, the strength in his body is basically the same as that of an adult.

Looking at the old beggar in front of him who was gradually losing movement and whose arms were hanging down limply, Yanan slowly withdrew his hand that was pressing on the old beggar's back.

Looking at the corpse in front of him, Yanan didn't have much feeling in his heart. This feeling was like...

It was like I went back to my hometown and... killed a chicken.

Hold the chicken down and cut its neck with a knife, letting it struggle desperately, but eventually it will die from powerless blood loss.

In the end, Yanan, the chicken killer, would not have a drop of chicken blood on his clothes or on his body.

It's the same now.

"Yanan, Yanan, it's not even 12 o'clock yet, why are you thinking about the philosophy of life again?"

He shook his head, putting aside his messy thoughts.

"This isn't a peaceful and stable world. I should have been prepared long ago, right?"

Looking at the body of the old beggar in front of him, he was silent for a while.

"Why don't I feel anything at all? Shouldn't I feel nauseous and want to vomit? Why does it feel like I just killed a chicken?"

He picked up the hatchet and wiped it on the old beggar's body. With the help of the moonlight, he looked at his handsome face reflected on the clean hatchet.

This weird beauty made Yanan couldn't help but complain.

"Why, do I still belong to the Innate Demonic Saint Body?"

He picked up his own money on the table and counted it.

Well, it's all here.

Neither the old beggar nor the young beggar spent a penny.

After counting the money, he turned and walked towards the door, ready to leave this place of trouble.

squeak~

Yanan was stunned when he heard the noise coming from the wooden door. A little head stuck in and was also stunned when he looked at Yanan.

The young beggar originally planned to steal some leftover food while the old beggar was asleep, but he didn't expect a stranger to appear in front of him. With the help of the moonlight coming in from the roof, he could clearly see the blood under the old beggar's body.

The little beggar's eyes widened instantly and his face turned pale.

The two of them looked at each other for a while, and then...

"Women."

"Ugh, uh, uh uh."

Seeing the little beggar running out like crazy and shouting as loudly as an air raid alarm, Yanan knew that he was exposed this time.

Alas, there is no way. I originally wanted to experience being a master operator.

But it’s nothing, isn’t it just a failed infiltration?

At this time, Yanan happened to find a set of special operations equipment from under the table.

Well, what a coincidence! This set of equipment is a children's version. It fits Yanan perfectly now, as if it was tailor-made for him.

If it can’t be turned off, is it still considered on?

"What are you yelling about in the middle of the night? Believe it or not, I'll let this old beggar cut off one of your legs. Get the hell out of here now."

"Let's go. I don't know if that old man has any wine left. I went to pick up the kids over there at noon today and got a dog. Hey, Brother Hei, you don't know how good dog meat tastes. It just so happens that you got two more tonight. You'll have a treat later."

"Don't forget what you told us to do. If anything goes wrong, we'll both die."

Listening to the sounds coming from outside the house, Yanan understood that the game had begun. He resolutely organized his equipment and pointed the gun at the door.

"How could I forget? I just realized I'm running out of thread. I'll stew the dog meat later and have those kids clean up, then we can start sewing."

"What's wrong with the old beggar today? He's not snoring anymore? He usually snores so loudly, why is he different today?"

"Who knows."

squeak~

Bang bang bang!

The door of the room was pushed open, and one of the beggars was hit by a bullet before he could see the scene inside the room clearly. Several streams of blood exploded on his body, and he fell straight to the ground.

Boom!

The beggar standing behind felt a sharp pain in his chest before he could recover from the death of the beggar in front of him.

He instinctively reached out to cover the wound, but seeing the blood flowing from his hand and the feeling of powerlessness in his body, he collapsed to the ground involuntarily.

Looking at Yanan, whose face was unclear due to being fully armed, he just opened his mouth and was about to cry for help...

boom!

Yanan didn't even look at him, but fired two more shots at his body and headed towards the place where the loudest movement was happening in the yard.

"Brothers, welcome to the Beggars' Sect! What a coincidence today is! If we don't go crazy now, the gold finger will expire soon!"

Yanan, armed with a submachine gun, went in and out of the beggar gang's hideout seven times. No matter whether they were big beggars or small beggars, they ended their lives without any pain in the face of the 9mm bullets.

Could it be that some of these beggars were killed accidentally?

Maybe, but does it matter?

I have skipped all the dialogues, plots, character introductions, and mission explanations, and you still expect me to show mercy?

Now Yanan has only one thought in his mind, that is, I don’t know who I am, where I am, or what I am going to do. I only know that I am going to start killing people next.

Although it was not known whether there were other exits, Yanan had killed more than twenty beggars while blocking the main entrance, and the bodies of both big and small were lying at the entrance.

Later, Yanan used night vision goggles to search one by one to find them.

The bullets were gone, and I just looked around and found a full magazine of 9mm bullets.

Yanan, who is only eight years old, is not allowed to smoke yet, but in order to show off in the current situation, he took out an Alps lollipop and put it in his mouth.

Looking at the corpses on the ground in front of him, he spoke lightly.

"Brothers, am I crazy?"