The system is the king of the counterattack master

This answer completely exceeded Han Xiaodong's expectations.

All the while thinking he'd hear the name of an al-Qaeda leader, he was wrong, and he was wrong.No matter what, Han Xiaodong never imagined that these militants were not members of the al-Qaeda organization, but subordinates of the Shenbing. They were asking people to clean up their organization.

"You mean, Shenbing asked you to clean up the peripheral personnel here?" When Han Xiaodong asked in surprise, he also roughly figured out the logic in his heart.

The creators have taken all the targets in this city under their command. They even abandoned the prophets, not to mention these peripheral personnel who worked for them.

They were originally doing dirty work. Now that the work is over, of course they have to be cleaned up. For the creators, the used people are like paper with secrets written on them. They must be wiped out to be at ease. Be human.

"Shenbing sent you to clean up these people, so who are you? Base? Or mercenaries?" Han Xiaodong suddenly became interested in the identities of these militants.

Unexpectedly, the things that can be dug up this day are really digging deeper and deeper, which makes Han Xiaodong feel more and more shuddering about the organizational structure of the creator.

These guys are really not human. In their eyes, human beings are only divided into useful and useless, and those who have been used are thrown away like garbage.

In the eyes of the Creator, this is a matter of course, so Han Xiaodong is more concerned about the identity of this guy in front of him. To perform such a task, these people should be the direct line of the Creator, right?

The answer he got surprised him again.

"I was just recruited. I live in Maca Province. The civil war destroyed my home. I just came to make a living. Please don't kill me. I have children. Please, let me go!"

The man who fell on the ground begged bitterly, tears and blood mixed together and streaming down from the corners of his eyes.

Han Xiaodong slowly let go of the foot that was stepping on him. He had heard the same answer just now, but that person should be lying in a corner sleeping at the moment, and it is very likely that he would have escaped because of this. .

"Measure his physiological indicators." Han Xiaodong stared at the man lying on the ground, waiting for K's answer.

"Physiological indicators show that he is telling the truth. They have the same origin as the previous wave of people, and they are all abandoned sons of the creator."

The results of K's test came quickly, and although it was not impossible for a veteran liar to change the physiological indicators, in such a tense situation, the physiological indicators were usually more accurate.

Han Xiaodong bent down and said to the terrified man, "How do you know that the person who sent you is a magic soldier? And you can even call out his name?"

This question makes Han Xiaodong feel a little puzzled. If it is a consumable that is used once and thrown away, these people shouldn't be so clear about the inside story. Even everything their upline told them may be a lie.

"I heard from my superior. My superior is from the same town as me. He once showed off to me that Master Shenbing had met him, and promised to take him out of this ghost place as long as he completed the task. He would not lie to me. of."

The man's answer sounded a little unreliable, but Han Xiaodong didn't see any flaws from his physical indicators. It seemed that the person who went online might really have reported to the Divine Soldier.

"Then do you know who you killed?" Han Xiaodong continued to ask.

"It's the Houthi armed people. They are lurking here to create a bigger riot. They killed our family members. We are just here today to take revenge."

When he mentioned the people they killed, anger flashed in the man's eyes, and it was not difficult to see his resentment towards the Houthis.

Han Xiaodong shook his head lightly, and said to him: "They are all mercenaries recruited through the same channels as you, and what you killed were your colleagues, compatriots, and maybe even your fellow countrymen, and what will you do next? To meet the same fate, this is murder, not revenge.”

After Han Xiaodong finished speaking, he stood up, leaving the stunned man behind, and walked towards the corpses.

More than a dozen people have been beaten into sieves. They are responsible for the night reconnaissance. They have gone out during the day and have not returned yet. Those militants who have gone away are likely to continue to eliminate them.

The dozens of corpses in front of me did not leave any useful clues. Only some daily utensils were found in the apartment. As for money and other things, those intruders had already searched them out. Now these people have even a little bit of value. Nothing left.

In this kind of war-torn area, it is very convenient to create this kind of chaos. Although the large-scale fighting has stopped, no one will care if more than a dozen people die at once in this huge and disorderly city.

If these dead people were burned again, no one would care how they died. This is a city full of murderers, and you have no way of knowing who is good and who is bad.

I would rather be a dog in a prosperous world than a person in a troubled world.

This sentence suddenly flashed in Han Xiaodong's mind.

In this situation, he has a deeper understanding of this sentence. In the past, when fighting and killing, he faced either the enemy or various forces. This was the first time that Han Xiaodong fought with ordinary people in war So close, these people are flesh and blood, real living people.

Similarly, it is they who gave up good and evil, dignity, and order in order to survive.

These people may not be big villains, but when hatred blinds their eyes and life drains hope, regardless of age or gender, they raise their weapons and kill strangers who have never met before.

Human life is not more valuable than a piece of bread in this land. People who are used to killing people in the environment are basically unconscious when killing people.

In the past, they may have been farmers, lawyers, workers, traders, no matter what, at this moment they have only one identity—killer.

More than a dozen corpses were lying on the ground, which gave Han Xiaodong a deeper understanding of how important a good order is to human survival.

Once the order collapses, human beings will become duckweeds in the sea, who can only follow the general trend and no longer have their own will.

"Sometimes I really don't know why I'm fighting." Han Xiaodong rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling powerless.

Even if he kills Dongmenshe, it won't be able to end the large and small wars scattered all over the world. There are always some people who are greedy for profit and launch wars for the sake of power regardless of the life and death of the people.

As an ordinary individual, what can be done in this environment is really limited. From this perspective, there seems to be no essential difference between humans and sheep.

"Peace and happiness have never been so easy. If it were really easy, how would those people with ulterior motives have an opportunity." K felt Han Xiaodong's helplessness, and comforted him intimately.

"When did you become a philosopher?" Han Xiaodong smiled wryly. He understood the truth, but before the blood was all over the ground, the truth was not convincing.

K ignored Han Xiaodong's ridicule, and continued:

"Let's put philosophy aside, you need to understand the geography of the lower moon now. A minute ago, the signal shifted and it was already on the back of the moon."