Crossing the book to escape famine, poor little guy does not become cannon fodder reference group

There was gunfire everywhere and countless corpses were hung on the wall.

Song Pan'er saw Song Zhi and Qian Fengjiao at a glance.

So, even if she did it again, she would still be one step late.

Is everything destined?

She stared blankly at the two blood-soaked corpses, her teeth chattering.

He doesn't have any golden fingers and his body is only six years old.

What should she do? How should she do it?

Countless complicated thoughts flooded her mind. She picked up a fruit knife that someone had left on the ground and walked step by step towards the wall where corpses were hanging.

A masked man ran over quickly, holding a gun in his hand, pointing the muzzle at Song Paner's chest.

Song Pan'er raised her eyes, murderous intent flashing in them.

Just as the man was about to pull the trigger, the fruit knife in Song Paner's hand slipped out of her hand.

She has always had good aim, but now she didn't have enough strength, so she aimed at the man's eyes.

Blood splattered, Song Pan'er rolled on the ground to avoid the bullet attack, then quickly stepped forward and snatched the gun from the man's hand.

The machine gun was very heavy, and with her current strength, she couldn't hold it steady.

But it doesn’t matter. Not being able to hold it steady doesn’t affect her shooting.

The recoil almost knocked her to the ground. She dropped the gun and looked at the man with a blind eye who was shot into a sieve. She stepped forward and kicked him twice, picked up the blood-stained fruit knife, held it in her hand, and continued to walk towards the Song couple.

Having experienced it once, she knew that Nik and his group were watching her from a distance.

We also know that this riot was led by Nik.

She decided that as long as Nik followed the trajectory and brought her back to the training camp, she would definitely kill him!

Just as she was about to reach the wall, Nik's men arrived.

The man in the white robe abducted her without any explanation. She did not struggle or resist. She was looking forward to meeting Nik.

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A pale little hand forcefully opened the window a crack.

The wind filled with the smell of the sea blew in Song Paner's face, making her sneeze.

Several children in the cabin glared at her in dissatisfaction, but she pretended not to see anything and instead observed the situation outside through the crack.

The organization's headquarters is on an uninhabited island, and the training camp is also on that island.

She silently calculated the distance in her mind and estimated that it would take about three days to arrive.

Song Pan'er knew very well that she could not destroy the entire island, so her goal was very clear, which was to kill Nik.

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Just like in the previous life, as soon as they arrived on the island, Song Pan'er and dozens of other children were taken to a training camp.

Her yellow skin stood out among dozens of white and black skins. Some children looked at her curiously, but Song Pan'er lowered her eyes and looked at her hands without even glancing at them.

At this time, a tall boy came over in a nonchalant manner.

Song Pan'er raised her eyes and met a pair of deep blue eyes.

Then she punched him without saying a word.

The person she hit was none other than Qin Zheng, oh no, his real name was Anthony.

Anthony didn't understand either. He just wanted to see what this lowly yellow-skinned girl looked like, but the other party attacked him without saying a word.

With a black eye from being punched, Anthony raised his fist and fought back.

Unfortunately, he was no match for Song Pan'er and was pinned to the ground and beaten until his nose was bleeding.

"Help! Help!"

Song Pan'er slapped him in the face. She had been doing this since she was old enough to do it in her previous life.

After fighting for a while, Anthony couldn't even shout "Help" before someone came and separated them.

Looking at Ryan who was wearing a nun's uniform, Song Pan'er shook her bloody hands.

This is also an old acquaintance, Nik's most loyal dog.

Ryan grabbed Song Paner's collar and dragged her out of the cramped room, through the long corridor, to where Nik was.

Nik wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and looked gentle and refined, like a doctor.

He can speak fluent Mandarin, and when Song Pan'er arrived, he was performing surgery on someone.

It is said to be an operation, but in fact it is "lingchi".

The middle-aged man was tied to the operating table and his mouth was blocked with a towel.

Nik took a thin scalpel and cut off the flesh of the middle-aged man one by one.

After making dozens of cuts, he put the scalpel on the tray and turned around to look at Song Paner.

Song Pan'er looked him in the eye without fear, and was already thinking about how to kill this man.

"Hello, little friend." Nik said with a smile, looking at Song Pan'er with an extremely loving gaze, as if he was looking at a rough jade that was about to be carved by him.

"My name is Nik, and I'll be your teacher from now on. How's that? Are you happy?"

Song Pan'er twitched the corner of her mouth coldly, "Perhaps, you can teach me how to kill you."

Nik raised an eyebrow in interest when he heard this. "You want to kill me? Why?"

He felt that he didn't have any deep hatred with this kid?

"You killed my parents and my uncle, so it's only natural for me to kill you, isn't it?" Song Pan'er raised her head, with a hint of innocent cruelty on her face.

She knew Nik was most obsessed with her expression like this.

Sure enough, Nik clapped his hands and laughed out loud.

"Yes, I killed your parents and your uncle, so it's only natural for you to kill me, hahahaha."

Ryan glanced at Song Pan'er and spoke in disapproval. She used her native language, but she didn't know that Song Pan'er could still understand her.

"Sir, since she is such a person, it would be better to kill her directly to avoid any future troubles."

Nik looked at Song Pan'er and spoke in his native language, obviously to Ryan.

"Ryan, don't you think this is interesting? I personally taught a student who can kill me, how fun it is."

Ryan frowned, "Sir, I don't think this is funny at all. Please don't make such jokes. To us... you are the greatest true God."

Song Pan'er pretended not to understand their conversation and began to explore the room filled with countless torture instruments like a real six-year-old child.

"Ryan, don't make a fuss. She's just a child. Do you think she looks like a jasmine flower? How do you say jasmine flower in Chinese?"

"Ah, Jasmine, I remember now. From now on, her name will be Moli. Ryan, what do you think? Does it sound good?"

Song Pan'er walked to the operating bed while listening to the two people's whispered conversation.

This time, she finally saw clearly the person lying on the operating table.

This man looked very similar to the soldier who picked her up from the embassy.

But she had forgotten the soldier's name.

But it did not affect her pulling out the towel stuffed in the middle-aged man's mouth.

"Uncle, are you okay?"

The middle-aged man opened his eyes in a daze, saw Song Paner, pulled a bitter smile at the corner of his lips, and slowly shook his head.