My Planeswar

Chapter 150 True Lies 2
The blade tore through the muscles and internal organs, blood spurted from the wound in the abdomen, and the wound sent a deadly cold.

Just like the experience of being cut in half in another world, after a short period of cold or scorching heat, there is overwhelming pain.

Zhang Cheng himself was surprised that he was so calm, he put his hand into his arms, and clasped a "heal serious injury" card.The spell took effect instantly, and he clearly felt the coldness fade away, replaced by a numb itching.The time was too short, and the blood didn't flow out a lot, it just wet the inner clothes, and even the coat had no color.

Charlie was there holding up the bloody knife in his hand to receive the cheers of his companions and subordinates.For them, killing someone is undoubtedly a very adventurous and courageous act. Killing a person so simply and quickly, even if it is a yellow-skinned monkey from the East, is also an act worth boasting and showing manliness.

As for Zhang Cheng...he just didn't pay attention to him.Because everyone can see how big the knife is, and if it goes down, it is basically hopeless. Within 3 minutes, the victim may be able to struggle and call for help, within 5 minutes he will be incapacitated due to pain and blood loss, and after half an hour, even the best ambulance and the best medical staff cannot save him him.

Therefore, no one saw Zhang Cheng sit up and take out a Herstal P90 submachine gun from his clothes in one hand.

After the first shot, the whole crowd ran around like chickens without their heads.

The location is too good to be empty without any hiding place.Zhang Cheng pulled the trigger and knocked down these guys one by one.He was well positioned to block their escape with bullets.The few guys who tried to escape the clearing were the first to be knocked down.The others with weapons tried to resist, but two or three seconds had passed by the time they came to their senses.Two or three seconds was enough for Zhang Cheng to point his gun at them.As for the hit rate... Well, it can only be said that Zhang Cheng's moving target training is indeed not in vain, and the feel is still familiar.

12 men, 50-round magazine.After a contest between the two, it proved that the large number still prevailed.Zhang Cheng changed the bullets, and then began to refill the guns one by one.Everyone, moving or not, was guaranteed to get two bullets in the head, the white one and the red one coming out.This is what Thomas told him in a small talk - there are many wounded on the battlefield who have survived incredible injuries, but none of these injuries include the head.Because I have never seen an example of surviving after a headshot.

Not everyone who was knocked down was dying, and a few were clearly not fatally wounded.At the fifth time, the black man actually got up and struggled forward with his hands.After climbing a few steps, he turned his head sharply and looked at the black muzzle of the gun in front of him.

"No, no!" the black man exclaimed in horror. "Please, I'm not...I'm not..." he yelled, looking around for help.But unfortunately, everything happened too fast, and there were no pedestrians around, because sensible people had already avoided it.There is no one here, only death.

Don't look at when they have the advantage of violence, they can be happy to watch their victims be killed, but they are not so happy when the situation is reversed.Death is such a thing, no matter how brave you usually think you are, when you face it, you will find that your courage is not as much as you imagined.

Zhang Cheng pulled the trigger.About a minute before and after, he looked around for a while, retracted the submachine gun to the card, and then continued in the direction just now.

After 10 minutes, a police car pulled up.A policeman got out of the car and took a look at the bloody slaughterhouse.

"How?" When he got back to the police car, his companion in the car asked. "A lot of people died?"

"Well, a dozen or so, all of them have been shot." This sentence means that there is no need for medical staff to bother. "It is probably the result of the gang war."

Recently, the whole small town is in panic, because the cactus country gang and the black gang have launched an all-out war.Fully ten times as many people die "accidentally" every day from shootings.Last time, the cactus people also hired professional killers to cross the border, causing a policeman to be seriously injured.And the FBI seems to have kept this state because of the black magic.They obviously don't care about the chaos in the small town, and they want to understand what is going on with black magic.

In short, the death of some people who were obviously killed by bullets can no longer touch the police or the FBI.

Go back to two hours ago.

Mary carried her schoolbag all the way home, and as she entered she noticed a pair of shoes missing from the doormat.Her mother was waiting for her on the sofa in the living room, and a certain subtle atmosphere made the open windows carefully stop swinging in the wind.

"Mom dear, isn't Jennifer here?"

"She went shopping in the supermarket. Our daily necessities need to be replenished," the aunt looked at her little daughter. "Exactly, I have something to tell you. Your teacher called me and said that you have been playing with your new computer in class all day today."

"Yes, but what's the matter?"

"Can't you be like a normal kid and do things like draw or play with dolls?"

"Oh, of course not. I tried, but those were really too childish for me."

"You are still a child."

"A child who received a huge bill. My dear mother, this bill was sent two or three days ago, twenty thousand dollars, and it was sent by a casino in Las Vegas." The little girl quickly took out the bill from her schoolbag. Take out a piece of paper and give it to mom.

The face of a mother quickly becomes ugly.

"At that time...at that time..." she stammered.

"You did have dollars in your bank account at that time, even if you didn't have it, it wouldn't be much difference, right?" the little girl replied. "But it's gone now, because when your sister was injured, you actually ran to the church and donated all the money in the account." "It was for your sister!" She finally replied like this.

"Ah, God, the old man has lived up to your donation, so I let my sister come back intact." The little girl didn't care at all. "But what are you going to do with these bills? Don't tell your sister this, she will probably be furious immediately when she sees this."

The poor mother was still poring over the bill, but the daughter had already grabbed it and tore it to pieces.

"what have you done……"

"The bill that has been paid is just a piece of waste paper, and at most it is just a proof." The little girl replied. "So, dear mother, it makes sense that I'm not interested in things like painting or playing with dolls. Because I have to deal with the pile of bills my mother left me and, by the way, my sister who is a policeman. know about it."

Anyone can see who the winner of this mother-daughter debate is.The so-called economic base determines the superstructure.

"Well, this is actually just a small matter." The mother quickly changed the subject to another bigger and more serious matter. "There are more important things than this, Zhang Cheng!" She emphasized. "I have asked your sister carefully. He was just a tourist who lost his passport, and your sister just took him in temporarily! The two of them have nothing to do with each other."

"I can tell by looking at it." The little girl replied. "If he was her boyfriend, he wouldn't be sleeping in the living room."

"We don't know anything about his origins. He may be a villain, or he may be a stowaway who is lying. Of course, it is more likely that he will return to the country in two weeks and has not been heard from since."

"Maybe." The little girl answered uninterestedly.She began to lower her head and take out her laptop from her schoolbag.The price of this computer is high enough, but it is really worth the money, the performance is not to say, and it is light and strong.

"I don't know what he said to you, but it's clear..."

"He proposed to me." The little girl replied.

"To you?" It took the mother a few seconds to confirm that she was not hallucinating.Of course, it's not her fault. In fact, if Zhang Cheng was here, he would definitely feel that he was hallucinating.

"That's right." The little girl replied.

"My God! But you are a child! Do you know what marriage is?"

"Yes, so the wedding can be postponed until after I come of age...five years later, that's what he said."

"That gangster! Scoundrel! Scoundrel! Pedophile! I'll get him out of my house immediately! No... I'm going to call the police immediately, arrest that gangster, and put him in prison for ten years! I'll..."

"Dear mom, look at this." The little girl turned on the computer, started a certain software, and turned the computer around to show to her mother.

"what is this?"

"A bill for financial product futures trading," said the little girl. "The kind of financial derivatives. This is my operation today."

"Whose futures trade?"

"Mine. As for why I have an account... that's because I borrowed my sister's identity. By the way, I didn't hide this from her. This is the profit I made from buying and selling today... okay , is a floating loss. Look at this number."

"The number is... $85! God," said the poor mother, holding her chest, convinced that if she had a heart attack, it must have had one by now.In fact, although she has always been in good health, she is really only a thin line away from a heart attack at this moment. "You lost more than 80 dollars?" She started to operate the computer tremblingly, wanting to confirm whether this thing is true or not.But unfortunately, it doesn't matter which angle you use (she herself occasionally operates stocks and the like).A daughter does not lie, let alone deceive others.

This loss means she is completely finished.Even if the family house is sold, it is impossible to fill this level of deficit.

"Where did you get so much money?" She finally looked at the total amount in that account.

"Zhang Cheng gave it. 3000 million knives," the little girl turned around and said. "In order to prove my sincerity in proposing to me. Well, that is to say, if we call the police or drive him out now, then... we are very likely to have to pay the shortfall."

"This is impossible... this..." Mother replied tremblingly, her heart was beating wildly, and she was at a loss. More than 80 knives is simply astronomical. "Also, how did you lose so much? What are you going to do?"

"I made some money a few days ago, but I used it to pay your bills. My dear mother," said the little girl. "Oriental people have a different concept from ours. As long as I don't explicitly reject him, especially tell him to get out or call the police and send him to jail, then even if I spend all my money—it may not work, but I spend some of it— — it shouldn't be anything."

"So I think," continued the little girl. "It's better for us to stabilize him for the time being. Anyway, he has to leave when his visa expires! I've confirmed that it's a tourist visa for half a year. As long as you wait until then, nothing will happen."

The mother immediately understood that this was not a bad thing.As long as she can take good care of her daughter, Zhang Cheng will be responsible for any losses in the past six months, and any profits will be theirs.If this is a speculation, then it is obviously a good business with profits but not losses.And she doesn't need to be ashamed at all of taking advantage of this pedophile.

"Also, if I don't have a better choice after five years, I think it's good to marry him. Not every man can casually spend tens of millions of dollars." The little girl said in a very mature tone.This time even the mother had to agree with her daughter.

In fact, in capitalist countries, money is the measure.Even though he despises and loathes Zhang Cheng as a pedophile, he has to admit that he is indeed qualified to marry his daughter.Because Zhang Cheng has enough money.Tens of millions of dollars, that's already a rich man, and it's obviously not all of Zhang Cheng's property.Even if the final divorce is worth it!

"By the way, dear mother, what's for dinner?"

"Scrambled eggs with ham!" Mother immediately gave an answer. "I also made rice pudding."

But today Zhang Cheng didn't come back after dark for some reason.It was a long time after the family of three finished dinner that he returned from outside.And as soon as I got back, I was in a hurry to take a shower.

In the bathroom, Zhang Cheng carefully observed his wound.This is the strongest healing spell Zhang Cheng has ever used on himself. The effect of "healing serious injuries" is obvious. At the place where the knife was stabbed in the abdomen, the wound is no longer visible, and there is even a tender red inconspicuous mark - it can only be called a "mark", not even a scar.

According to the understanding in the game, "treating serious injuries" can restore about to points of health, but in reality it can restore the fatal injury that hurts the internal organs within a few seconds.Because Zhang Cheng knew very well that without the healing spell, he would be dead.

As a planeswalker, he was killed by a gangster when he didn't use his abilities at all.So the planeswalker is really too fragile.It is conceivable that if he had not been stabbed in the abdomen this time, but had been shot in the head... then he would have died inexplicably.And this is not a fantasy.

There was no special feeling before, but now Zhang Cheng felt that he should think of something.At least it can't happen that such a full-level tuba is killed by a mob on the side of the road with a critical hit.

(End of this chapter)