Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

[What about the original owner? ] Ling Huang finished recording the information and asked.

[Greedy for life and afraid of death. 】The system replied, 【He didn't even take a second look at the death of his family and just ran away. 】

[So cowardly?He didn't save his family members? ] Ling Huang did not hide his contempt.

[Host, I advise you not to be naive.In a plane like this, the most common thing is to torture human nature, and the most difficult thing is to restrain oneself with morality. 】

[Innocent ass. ] Ling Huang rubbed his stomach, [I'm starving to death, I'm sweating after running for such a distance, and I might die if I don't eat any more. ]

The shelter where the original owner lived was bombed three days ago. He hid for three days without eating any rice and only drank half a bottle of water.

In the end, he was targeted by snipers who didn't know which gang or regiment, and that was the scene where Ling Huang came through.

Looking out of the door of the small black house, it was already dark. There were two buildings on the street outside the intersection that I ran to just now, and the fire was not small. To run there is to shoot yourself in the muzzle.

Looking back, the other direction is the depths of this dark alley.

The original owner's activity route is relatively fixed. This small dark room is the limit of the original owner's exploration in this dark alley, and there will be no information further inside. Ling Huang doesn't know what will be inside.

I only know that from the perspective of the original owner, he thinks it is a dangerous place inside.

Over the wall?

Ling Huang raised his head and took a look at the big wall opposite the small black house by the dim moonlight in the gunpowder smoke. It was covered with barbed wire with spikes, and there were small boxes hanging on the barbed wire every few meters. There were red reminders on the small boxes. The lights flicker regularly.

The barbed wire has electricity and cannot be approached.

When I first ran in, I saw that there was also a high wall behind the small black house, and a live iron grid was also arranged on it.

The wide open door of this room seemed to invite someone to come in and attack him.

It seems that we can only enter the dark alley to explore.

First go back to the hut and fumble, find three two-inch long iron nails on the ground, tear off a long strip of sticky sealing tape on the window, and finally find a suitable size from the corner of the door near the wall with a flat surface. door handle.

Clamp the three iron nails at the root of the three fingers from the index finger to the little finger of the right hand with the pointed end facing outward, pinch the doorknob and support the nail caps of these nails from the palm of your hand, and seal the box layer by layer so that the nails are pierced and wrapped. I made a simple spiked knuckles, which is better than bare hands.

Leaning against the wall, he leaned down and slowly moved deep into the dark alley, when he heard a little girl crying from afar, Ling Huang quickened his pace and moved to the side of another hut where the cry came from.

"What are you doing? Don't touch me...don't touch me!!" The girl shouted a little hoarse.

"Hahaha! Such a beautiful chick...?" It was a man's voice full of greasy and wretched words.

"That's right, didn't you ask us for anti-inflammatory drugs?... I will give you a few pills, so you can go back and save your friend~" Another man's dragging voice was also full of shameless obscenity.

The sound of metal colliding, and the girl's yelling were even more heart-piercing. Ling Huang frowned and took a step forward.

[Host, pay attention to the character design. 】The system sounds a reminder.

[you shut up. ] Ling Huang was stunned and flipped to the window of the hut with the door closed and the light on.

Just as he was about to stand up and check the situation in the room, he suddenly heard a series of rapid but slight footsteps. Ling Huang quickly squatted down and looked in the direction of the sound.

This person ran from the avenue lit up by flames and was not spotted by snipers?

The tall man with wide shoulders and narrow waist and bare back ran like a swift cheetah, but his legs moved alternately so fast that they brought afterimages. When he stopped at the door of the hut, he was only two steps away from Ling Huang.

Seeing the man's face turned towards him with his facial features hard to see from the backlight, Ling Huang lowered his voice and clenched his fists, "What are you doing?"

"Get lost." He uttered a word, his voice low and cold.