Chapter 57: Under the Flame, All Beings Are Equal!

"Louis, don't believe them. Their children caught Olivier and the others and wanted to kill us. They"

"Shut up!"

The man roared viciously, his body quickly leaning towards the restroom.

Guns don't have eyes, and bullets are even more powerful, but these two women inside know this kid; as long as they are controlled in their hands, there will be room for operation.

However.

Bang!

The bullet shot accurately into his body, and blood splattered.

Ah ah ah!!!

The screams ignited the whole house, and a dozen people began to counterattack frantically.

However, Louis didn't shoot again, but touched his wrist. The next second.

The two adult strong men who rushed over actually knelt on the ground in pain, spitting blood, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, as if enduring great pain, but before they could make a wail.

They fell directly to the ground and died.

It instantly shocked everyone, who looked at Louis in front of them with suspicion.

"Dad! Dad!"

Two of the evil teenagers ran over full of sorrow, holding the corpses and crying bitterly.

This abrupt and strange scene scared everyone into silence for a while, and the heavy breathing in the quiet space sounded very noisy.

Looking at this group of people, Louis was thinking about what to do.

Let them go?

Impossible; there was no such option.

Although he didn't have much feeling for Angela, she was an acquaintance after all, and David's sister; he had to give David some face if not anyone else.

But just kill them all?

Huh? It seems it's not impossible.

Anyway, the police haven't come yet, and the investigation methods of this era aren't very good.

Thinking of this, Louis's expression changed slightly.

At this time, in the field, Brett finally reacted, pouncing to his father's side, his eyes full of tears. "Dad, Dad."

The man wasn't dead yet. His gaze looked at Louis. "Please... let the child go..."

"Dad! No need to beg him, I want to kill him! I want to kill him!"

Brett roared angrily.

His father stared, seeming to want to say something, but in his anxiety, a large amount of blood gushed from the wound, and his head tilted and he died in the blink of an eye.

Bang!

The gunshot rang out again.

Brett, who was still yelling just now, screamed in pain, clutching his leg with a painful expression.

Louis blew the non-existent gunpowder smoke from the muzzle. "Pretend I don't exist? Still want to kill me? Who do you think you are?"

At this time, the adults in the field stood up and said, "Child, don't be impulsive. The gunshots here are so loud, others in the town will come over when they hear it, and you won't be able to run by then."

"We all have guns here; it's still not too late to leave now."

In fact, many people had guns, but they couldn't get them now.

"No need, let them come; there are plenty of bullets."

Louis shook the pistol, not showing any fear.

"Give you this, the golden arm. Do you know how much this is worth? As long as you leave, we guarantee we won't call the police."

The threat didn't work, so they switched to bribery.

Someone showed the golden arm placed on the table. Louis didn't answer, but walked straight in with disdain. People around avoided him like tigers or wolves, and a few times they wanted to move, but that pitch-black muzzle made people's hearts tremble.

A few men recognized this kind of pistol; its power was not small, otherwise it couldn't kill an adult with one shot. They couldn't take the risk.

Besides, he killed the culprit; he shouldn't be attacking them anymore, right?

After all, he was just a child; his heart shouldn't be that... ruthless?

Finally, he successfully let Louis bring Angela and the other woman out smoothly.

"You go back first; David is coming too."

At this time, the two were lost, and they nodded instinctively and walked towards the back.

In fact, Louis ran over quickly with Golden after getting off the car, while David's physical fitness...

So he arrived first, and David hadn't caught up yet. The reason he got off the car and ran was because this place was a corner of the town, and due to road reasons, it was difficult for the car to drive in.

Dismissing the two, Louis turned his head to look over.

Now, he could deal with this group of scum.

Glancing at the woman who was sneaking to the stairs, wanting to go upstairs, Golden immediately flew over, bit her thigh, and dragged her down.

Then it ran to Louis's side, watching the people inside with tiger-like eyes.

Next, Louis ignored the various threats, inducements, and arguments about the stakes presented by this group of people. He simply exhaled, and a ball of flame appeared out of thin air, rapidly growing in size.

In the terrified eyes of everyone, the fire ignited the curtains, tables, cabinets, etc., spreading rapidly, and the fire grew fiercely.

A strong wind struck.

A few white strong men couldn't take it anymore and rushed towards the door.

However, Louis blocked the door, and without any movement, everyone who rushed over knelt on the ground and died spitting blood, their sturdy bodies just blocking the door, replicating the previous scene.

Thick smoke rolled, and Louis also began to retreat backwards.

Being choked to death by thick smoke in the fire, burned to death by the fire, scalded to death by high temperatures—Louis felt these people should quite like it.

Don't like it?

Then you tell me; if you don't tell me, how would I know? If I don't know, how can I change it!

Oh right, they would probably seek life from windows or other places. When they come down, I'll appear in front of them again.

Let them also feel the despair after hope.

Interesting, hehe.

Wait, why does it feel a bit cold?

A chill came from behind, Louis's hair stood on end, and Golden also began to bark wildly backwards, crashing into Louis fiercely.

Looking back.

An axe flew over, magnifying rapidly in front of his eyes.

Damn it!!!

The Kitchen God statue amulet on his chest felt slightly hot.

The next second.

Bang!

The axe brushed past and smashed straight into the house.

Ah ah ah!!!

It seemed to have hit someone, but Louis didn't pay attention to this, just took a deep breath, suppressed his crazy heartbeat, and stared tightly at that figure.

Only to see a corpse, dressed in rags, half-rotten, and only vaguely able to see a woman's image, walking towards this side. That rotten chin was still constantly opening and closing, and the sound came from that rotten vocal cord.

"Golden arm... my golden arm..."

"Give it back to me... give it back to me..."

Immediately after, she actually ignored Louis and walked into the house burning with raging flames.

Puchi!

Puchi!

"Ah ah ah! Help! Help!"

"Brett! It's all your fault. Didn't you say she only kills Claire who cut off her arm? Why did she chase over!"

"You blame me? You didn't object when the decision was made!"

"Don't! Don't, it's Brett, it's Brett who wanted your arm. Don't kill me, don't, ah!"

"Brett, go die! It's all your fault, it's all your fault. If it weren't for you insisting on tossing, we wouldn't have become like this."

"Brett! Fuck you! Do you hear me? Fuck you!"

Brett seemed to have been deserted by his relatives and friends, which was also normal. His father was the leader of their father's generation's small group, and because Brett loved to play, knew how to play, and was vicious, following him could show off, so they listened to him. And now, in the face of danger, all the accumulated grievances erupted.

The rotten corpse woman inside seemed to still be fighting!

Or rather, the people inside still hadn't given up on the golden arm.

Powerful human greed.

And Louis didn't interfere.

Anyway, they were all his enemies who were being killed.

Listening to the sound of the axe cutting bone, he only felt it was very wonderful; it was different from cutting trees, etc., it was a very special sound, difficult to describe.

The only thing that could be determined was that it was very painful.

After all, it was hard to kill with one blow unless it was a fatal blow from top to bottom.

The noise, the wailing, the sound of the axe cutting bone, the crackling sound of the fire burning—at this moment, it seemed to form some kind of symphony, grand and unique.

However, this woman had been chanting about the golden arm just now; why did it feel a bit familiar?

Rotten corpse... looking for a golden arm...

Hiss!

Wasn't this one of the stories told by one of the people when I was telling stories with that group of kids at David's wedding?

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 58 =====