I am a god in script killing

Chapter 62 The Siren's Hymn (36)

"Get up old man!"

Meng Ming wanted to push away Old Man Sun who was in the way, but the mayor raised his gun and said, "Get out of the way of Old Man, or you will be killed together. This is related to the lives of the whole town!"

"Poseidon will still be angry if you kill her!" Old Man Sun shouted, but was pushed away by the young man: "What do you know, the mayor can just slap her legs!"

"Can not be done!"

The old man couldn't believe it. If the sea god asked for it, he might still be alive, but if he was shot through the heart, he would really die.

"I'll kill you first!" The mayor impatiently shot at the old man, angrily about to shoot——

"boom--!!"

As soon as he heard it, the gunshot with great recoil exploded in the direction of the altar, and the bullet broke through the wind, hitting the mayor's raised right hand accurately and ruthlessly.

Blood splattered!

The townspeople screamed, and Bo Jun who fired the gun slowly put down the gun, his right hand was numb from the shock.

It was the right choice to find ammunition on the old ship, but the recoil of this broken gun is too fucking heavy.

Seeing this scene, Meng Ming immediately picked up the gun dropped by the mayor, raised his hand in anger and fired: "You really want to die!"

Bo Jun raised his eyebrows, only to hear a louder "bang" than before, and the shriek with a different tone was ear-piercing——

The pistol couldn't bear the force of the shooting due to the damage of the barrel, and the barrel exploded directly, breaking Meng Ming's arm.

"If you don't play with guns often, don't shoot randomly," Bo Jun sneered, "Why didn't you check it before bringing it out?"

069: "Your method of destroying the core of the gun will not be noticed by people who often touch the gun."

"Yes." Bo Juan smiled.

The straps on the body were broken, and the magnet was sucked into the sea with the straps attached.

"Xiaoqi! What are you doing?!"

"Do you want the whole town to be buried with you?!"

The townspeople who had just dared not move forward roared angrily and stared at a 14-year-old girl with resentful eyes.

Ask her why she doesn't want to die for the whole town who tormented her since she was a child.

Ask her what's wrong with her.

"Why don't you cooperate! What can our town do to you?!"

"Just a little bastard!"

"Bane!"

Bo Jun slightly raised his eyebrows amidst the accusations from everyone, as if joking: "Brother Nine, do you still think they shouldn't be killed?"

"Bo Jun, calm down!" 069 is calmer than her, he can see the player's emotional data, "This is not your world, don't indulge in the game's emotions, if you really kill their script, the characters will collapse directly!"

"That's right," Bo Juan smiled, "This is not my world, it's Su Qi's..."

【ding dong——】

The game system prompt sounded.

[The completion of the script is qualified, it is detected that the player holds the "key", the script is activated, the character data is activated, and it is completed independently! ! 】

[Congratulations to the players for successfully completing the "Special Assignment" mission and giving life to the script world! 】

Bo Jun sighed softly, stepped aside, the data changed and flowed, and finally only the 14-year-old girl was left in place.

"devil!"

"You little bastard!"

"I know it's not a good thing!"

……

The abuse continued, and the tide of maliciousness was suffocating, as if being strangled by the neck.

Under the influence of adults, a child picked up shells on the beach and shot with a slingshot at the half-submerged girl standing on the altar.

The shells were spinning in the air, Su Qi didn't take his eyes off him and didn't hide, his hair was blown by the sudden wind——

The rapidly rolled-up water meets the shells in the air, and with the same strength and the same angle, the malice disguised by childlike innocence is returned as it is!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

The shell burst into the eye, blood flowed all over the hand, and the "child" screamed, crying for its mother.

If it weren't for this stream of water, the 14-year-old girl standing on the altar would have been the one whose eyes were broken by the sharp shell.

A child who has been abused and tortured by these people since birth, and is also required to be selfless.

A cold embrace came from behind, her eyes were gently covered by someone, and the gentle god leaned against her ear and whispered comfort:

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Su Qi closed his eyes, unable to stop the tears.

(End of this chapter)