Gamers Are Fierce

In the apartment building, the number of poisonous insects slightly exceeded Li Ang's imagination.

Reading crime, corruption and poverty are also known as the three major chronic diseases of Philippine society.

Before Duterte launched the anti-drug war, some reading lords had already knocked on the door of the upper class with the stick of money and power.

From the grassroots police officers in the Philippines to the Philippine Attorney General De Lima, half of the Philippine administrative law enforcement agencies are involved in the reading interest chain,

Among the total population of 100 million in the Philippines, there are 3.7 million students involved, and this number is growing crazily every day.

Poverty, corruption, backwardness, ignorance, every factor is driving the expansion of reading materials.

A large part of Filipino youths and even teenagers who have not received basic education, have not been disciplined by their parents, have no serious jobs, and have no hope at all have become poisonous insects.

In order to get more funds to buy reading materials, many people even joined various gangs and took the initiative to enter this black profit chain.

The so-called civilians living in this apartment building, it is really difficult to define whether they are really ordinary people with a little bit of drug involvement, or members of the interest chain of reading materials.

Seventeen or eighteen, fourteen or fifteen, and even twelve or thirteen-year-old Filipinos roamed the corridors.

They were holding pistols or machetes in their hands, and they were in groups of three or four, shouting loudly.

At the beginning when the special operations team entered the building, Tamar Riadi, in order to reduce the losses of his men,

Deliberately use the broadcast system to tell all the residents in the building that as long as one special operations operator is killed or eliminated, all rent can be exempted, and one million Philippine pesos or reading materials of the same value can be received from him.

There must be a brave man under a heavy reward. After the special operations team was broken up by regular gang members, these thin and short teenagers bravely walked out of the room and wandered in the corridor.

They held pistols and machetes, and kept tapping the ceramic walls in the corridor with the blades, making a crisp sound, and their eyes were full of desire for money.

A thin boy in a red shirt kicked open the door of a certain room roughly,

He rushed into the house with a machete, glanced around, and saw faint blood stains on the ground, which pointed to the bedroom.

The red shirt was holding a machete, lying on the ground silently, and saw something through the crack of the bedroom door.

He got up excitedly and ran to the corridor, holding the door frame with his palm, and shouted to his companions who were wandering around in great excitement, There are people here!

Who is there?

I'm coming!

A group of people shouted in disorder, rushed into the house, huddled together, and violently smashed open the bedroom door with the handle of a knife.

Behind the door of the bedroom was a young woman, and on the bed in the bedroom lay an elderly woman with a yellow complexion, and the air was filled with the smell of herbs.

The woman stared at the group of teenagers and shouted, What are you doing?!

Her name was Lijaya, and in Filipino custom she was often referred to as Joy

(Filipinos, regardless of gender, age, or status, all have catchy nicknames, such as Junjun, Dagui, Dingdong, Lingling, Qiaoqiao)

The boy in the red shirt stared at Joy for a while, a smile flashed across his face, he pushed her away, came to the bed, and lay down on the ground.

Under the bed, a special operations operator was lying on his back.

His right arm and left leg had been wounded by bullets, and blood flowed all over the ground.

The operator struggled to pick up the gun, the red shirt bounced off the ground in a hurry, hugged Joy, and shouted under the bed: If you dare to shoot, she will die!

After all, the red shirt made a gesture to the left and right companions, and the two teenagers jumped onto the bed, turned to the other side, turned sideways, and dragged the operator under the bed out.

The operator tried to raise his gun to fight back, but was kicked away from the gun in his hand, and was kicked in the face a few times, a tooth flew out, and his face swelled instantly.

Take off his coat!

The red shirt let go of joy, and the teenagers happily dragged the operator to the living room,

Some people tore off the operator's body armor and put it on for themselves, some swung the operator's walkie-talkie, some held up a heavy pistol and fiddled back and forth,

The red shirt looked at the cheerful companion, turned around, looked at Miss Huan who was trying to be calm, and said with a wicked smile: Are you harboring him?

Joy shook her head, looked at this once familiar but now very unfamiliar face, and said bluntly: He has a gun, he is the one who threatened me, Kaka, you should go home.

The boy nicknamed Kaka looked at the shirt that Joy was wearing, and the shriveled but clearly defined body under the shirt, and licked his lips.

Joy is not a person involved in drugs, she lives in this building simply for the cheap rent here.

Kaka used to like joy - when she was an innocent teenager.

But how beautiful the fantasy is, how cruel the reality is,

How can such a woman without a job like Huanle be able to support herself, and even spend money to treat her mother who is seriously ill in bed.

The answer is self-evident.

Kaka stared at Joy, her eyes were a little red, Joy seemed to realize something, her trembling body paused,

She said with difficulty: Don't stay in the bedroom.

Kaka grinned, put the machete in the belt around her waist, and led Joy to the balcony.

At this time, the group of teenagers were still punching and kicking the operator. After hearing no screams, they picked up the machete in dismay and prepared to cut off the operator's head.

clatter--

Gunshots, short and decisive gunshots, sounded from the door frame.

There stood a black barrel.

The boy who was about to strike with a machete was shot in the head, his body twitched, and he fell to the ground.

Before the group of teenagers had finished digesting the death that happened in front of them, there was a gunshot.

The second person fell to the ground in response, also shot in the head, and the blood mist filled the air.

The companion whose face was splashed with red and white was just about to scream when he was hit on the bridge of the nose by a bullet that floated from nowhere, causing his entire face to sag.

Da, da, da, da.

One bullet, one shot, one life.

When did the teenagers in the living room endure such fear? They either crawled on the floor and climbed towards the sofa, or stood up and ran towards the bedroom.

But the gun muzzle erected by the door frame seemed to have eyes, tracking their body trajectories, and delivered bullets to them firmly and gently.

The gunfire finally stopped, and the living room was littered with corpses. It was less than three seconds before the first gunshot.

On the balcony, Kaka, who was still in the posture of tearing her belt, squatted on the ground pulling Joy.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony, there was just a pile of cardboard boxes with some sundries inside.

Step, step, step.

The footsteps of military boots stepping on a pool of blood sounded in the living room. Li Ang sniffed the strong smell of blood, and murmured to himself, One more.

One more,

On the balcony, Kaka's body trembled suddenly. He took out his pistol and stuck it against the cardboard box to shoot.

However, there was no one in the living room, Kaka looked up subconsciously, and saw that Li Ang had already stuck to the edge of the balcony at some point.

The black muzzle of the pistol was facing Kaka's forehead. At this moment, Kaka remembered many things.

His father who abandoned his wife and children and didn't know where to fool around, the mother who made money from washing clothes to supplement the family and died of illness because of exhaustion,

The younger brother who followed his ass all day long, the so-called big brother who gave himself a piece of colored stickers and dragged himself into the abyss...

Those people, those things.

If he hadn't accepted the colorful stickers that the gang boss handed him that day, maybe he wouldn't have become addicted to reading, wouldn't have dropped out of school, and brought his younger brother who was supposed to have a bright future to live in this damn apartment.

If he was given another chance, he would study hard and take his younger brother to the city to find a decent job, as his mother told him before he died.

Ah, I almost forgot, his younger brother is also dead, in the living room, the one who raised the knife just now.

Snapped--

The muffled gunfire of the suppressed pistol rang out, and a blood hole appeared on Kaka's forehead, and there was still a juvenile, flattering smile on his face.

Another corpse fell to the ground, but Li Ang didn't even look at it. He squatted on the ground, his face was covered with blood, and said happily because he was too frightened to speak, Are you okay?

Ah, I, I'm fine. Joy stammered.

Very good. Li Ang nodded, walked back to the living room, dragged the bruised and swollen operator out of the pile of corpses, bandaged his wound a bit, and placed him on the sofa in the living room.

Help me take care of him.

Li Ang casually ordered: When the gunshots have completely stopped, you can send him to the hospital, okay?

Uh, okay.

Huanhuan nodded, watching Li Ang skillfully remove grenades, shock bombs, rifle magazines and other equipment from the corpses of those teenagers, and opened the door to leave.