Nine-year compulsory education

Qin Xinghai held the weapon in his hand, with a bloody murderous intent on his face, and stabbed directly into the criminal's back. At the same time, he raised the 'doom' with his other hand and fired back in the direction of the back.

Surrounding him were corpses all over the place, including those of criminals and candidates.

Jiang Shuo walked under several street lamps in this alley, raised his hands and put down the dying examinees who were tied to them and tortured to death.

This is no longer a simple resistance to fight for acquittal, but a group of remaining criminals gathered together to carry out a massacre to satisfy their perverted psychology.

There will be such people every cleaning day. Even though they have seen it many times, they still cannot face this kind of conscienceless evil with a calm attitude.

"These few are still alive." Squatting on the ground, he went to check the few students lying on the ground.

Some have died of excessive blood loss, and some can still feel a weak pulse.

Jiang Shuo clenched his hands unconsciously. After helping Qin Xinghai send the examinees to the car, he stared at him and said word by word: "You send them back."

"What are you going to do?" Qin Xinghai froze for a moment.

"Murder." Jiang Shuo said.

Qin Xinghai looked at his retreating back with some surprise in his eyes.

This guy has given him a completely different feeling since he killed Victor, as if he had released something, the kind that completely restored his nature.

Just like now, this kind of behavior of actively going out to find trouble is not something he would do. He always stays there and waits for other people to come to his door.

Qin Xinghai pouted casually, but didn't say much.

This guy has been suppressed for too long, it's always like a stone is pressing on him.It's a good thing to explode now, who knows if he will be suppressed to the point of psychosis if he keeps suppressing it.

He turned around and jumped into the car, started the ignition skillfully, and led the group of candidates who were lucky enough to be rescued to the rest area.

Jiang Shuo followed the bloodstains left by those people when they left.

The final destination is an old warehouse.The surroundings have been remodeled, like a temporary stronghold.

Jiang Shuo suppressed the aura of a single soldier on his body, and climbed up to the top of the warehouse vigorously without making a sound.

He called up his personal terminal and input several important parameters into the calculation program.The general modeling of the warehouse of the entire warehouse appeared in front of his eyes in projection mode.

There are two floors in this place.

Jiang Shuo didn't care how many criminals there were for fun. In his eyes, these people had already been labeled as death signs.

He completely memorized the structure of the warehouse, including all the rooms, and any blind corners that could be used to hide.He turned off his personal terminal and jumped in from an obvious gap above.

The first floor of the warehouse.

Lying on the ground was the body of a candidate, his limbs paralyzed in a twisted posture, his abdomen had been cut open, and his internal organs were spilled all over the floor, which was horrible.

A group of people were surrounding an examinee. He was covered in blood. Although it was tragic, he exuded a very strong vitality in a very strange way.

The two of them should have acted together with the wave of candidates who were tortured and killed before. For some reason, these people did not deal with them on the spot, but brought the two of them to this warehouse.

A criminal casually threw a spent injection on the ground, with strong malice on his face, like a ghost climbing up from the abyss of hell, causing people to feel a sense of fear from the soul for no reason.

"This energy potion is really a good thing." The man said.

The examinee was pulled up by his hair, his tendons and hamstrings were broken, and he was staring at the group of criminals surrounding him with a terrified expression.

"I say! Don't come over, I say—" the candidate screamed.

The long-term torture and the tragic death of his teammates have brought his spirit to the verge of collapse, and the cruel methods of these people have completely destroyed his psychological defense.Now as long as he can survive, he will not hesitate to do whatever these criminals ask him to do.

"Oh? I'm finally obedient," said a person who looked like the leader.He leaned on a load-bearing column in the middle of the warehouse, stroked his chin and said casually, "Then you say it."

He said, motioning the people around him to put him down.

The examinee lost the hostage of the crowd and fell hard to the ground, letting out a painful muffled groan.

"Say it!" One of them yelled sharply and kicked him.

"With the tallest building as the center, the area with a radius of 5 kilometers is the last activity area." The examinee flinched twice, trying to keep himself away from them as much as possible, but all his actions were in vain and had no effect .

"That's the rest area on Tongquan Street." The leader said thoughtfully, and then called an unremarkable person to pass on the news he got.

"Okay, let's play." The leader waved his hands casually, pulled a very worn-out chair, sat on it and told the others to continue the previous 'performance'.

The examinee's eyes showed desperation, and he roared hoarsely: "Didn't you say that as long as I said it, you would let me go?!"

"Tsk, believe what the criminal says, how naive." A person laughed, feeling very funny at the naive thoughts of the candidates in front of him.

One of the bald heads touched an abandoned steel pipe protruding from the surroundings, and looked back and forth between the corpse on the ground and him.

The examinee realized something, cursed loudly, moved his body desperately, trying to escape from this bloody and violent environment.

"Tsk, that classmate of yours can't help playing. Besides, you can't waste energy potions, can you? You can try it." The bald man said while patting the protruding steel pipe.

"It's really wicked." A man with a mustache looked at him and said something, and then smiled, "But I like it, do you want to lubricate it?"

"You do it for him? Anyway, I won't do it." The bald head glared at him.

"It's just a suggestion." Mustache raised his hands, indicating that he didn't want to move either.

They were discussing what is the best way to play, and the panic in the eyes of the candidates who were the subject of the discussion on the ground never disappeared.He witnessed the death process of his teammates with his own eyes, so he naturally knew how cruel these people were.

The bald head and mustache grabbed him, and he struggled with all his might, "Don't! Don't! Let me go! Who will save me——"

His voice was completely hoarse, his spirit had a complete breakdown, he kept crying, and he was still talking nonsense.

The two men picked him up, and in the process of dragging him to the position where he had squatted bald, they reached out and ripped off all the clothes on him.Although his tattered clothes hung on his body, it was almost the same as if he hadn't worn them.

They found the steel pipe protruding from the ground, and stabbed it directly into the examinee's body from behind.

The examinee had already collapsed, and at this moment he let out a shrill scream.He struggled desperately, and there was blood everywhere.

The two pressed him and pressed him down desperately.It wasn't until his hips were completely on the ground and the steel pipe was completely inserted into his body that he relaxed a little.

One of them pulled him up by the hair, and the bloody tube was pulled from his anus.The man held him back and sat back, and the tube sank into his body again.

His expression was contorted, he wailed in pain, and he yelled the names of some people indiscriminately, as if hoping that these people would come to save him.

The leader watched this scene with great interest, and from time to time gave them advice on how to play so that he would get less injuries and play longer.By the way, a new trick is also given.

"Bang—" An inconspicuous impact came from upstairs.

A look of vigilance instantly appeared in the leader's eyes, and he opened his mouth to signal the group of people who were torturing the candidates in front to stop.Tell them to take their weapons and be alert to the surrounding situation.

There are quite a few of them, probably a dozen or less than 20.Everyone is a first-class murderer, and they entertain themselves by killing themselves, so their skills should not be underestimated.