Rebirth of Chen An

A row of six or seven people were all covered by black hoods, and they couldn't see clearly. Their hands were tied behind them and they all knelt on the ground. Chen An and the others could even hear these people crying in despair and murmuring indistinctly. The sound of breaking.

"He, what are they doing?" Wang Hao stared at the people in front of him in a daze, and his pale face became even paler.

Chen An just glanced at Chen Yang who was next to him and didn't speak. Of course he knew what these people were doing, and also knew what little game this general called Wild Wolf was going to let them play.

"Our General Assad has an unwritten rule that all purchased arms must be stained with blood first. Since Mr. Chen belongs to Lao Tzu, this power is given to Mr. Chen."

The wild wolf grinned and showed a few gold teeth, and there was a bit of malicious interest in the bloodthirsty eyes, as if waiting to see Chen An's good show.

Selling arms does not mean that you have to kill yourself manually, and some people even have been arms dealers all their lives and have never killed a person by themselves.

Chen An still remembers that he was calm on the surface after killing a person with his own hands, but he started drinking after returning home, as if he could see the person he killed standing in front of his bed as soon as he closed his eyes Looking at him, his face was covered in blood.

And at that time, Changle would always stay by his side and hug him gently, telling him over and over again: Brother, I will always be with you, even if we all go to hell in the future, I will also be with you.

Time flies so fast, with a sigh, Chen An picked up a pistol in the wild wolf's attention, and when he was loading the pistol, a person next to him held down his hand.

"Uncle, let me do it." Chen Yang took the gun from Chen An's hand, his smile was still bright under the backlight, "I'm afraid your hands will get dirty with their blood."

Even the shoes that Liu Xiaojie had licked had to be thrown into the trash can. Chen Yang didn't want Chen An to be stained with other people's blood casually, so it was fine for him to do such a thing.

The heart was unexpectedly calm, it didn't beat faster, and the palms didn't get sweaty from nervousness. Chen Yang was surprised that he was calm and at the same time suddenly realized that maybe he was a murderous villain in his previous life.

"Chen Yang, don't force yourself." Chen An frowned slightly. He wanted to train Chen Yang, but he didn't want Chen Yang to face too many things at once.

Killing, these two words seem to be very common. Even in ordinary movies and TV shows, the main character can often be seen killing enemies with open arms, but that is all fake.

"Uncle, don't force it."

Chen Yang shook the pistol lightly with a smile, and then pressed the trigger under the curious eyes of the wild wolf, Chen An's calm gaze, and Wang Hao's shock.

"boom--"

Accompanied by a violent gunshot, the prisoner in the first row fell to the ground without even making a sound, and the black mask was soaked with wet traces.

Then came the second, third... until the last bullet was fired, until the last prisoner fell headfirst to the ground.

Each of the six bullets accurately hit the prisoner's fatal point, killing him with one shot.

Chen Yang put down the gun slowly, and his hand holding the pistol trembled slightly, not because of fear, nervousness, nor remorse.

He was just a little inexplicably excited, a strange and strange excitement, like a drug, flowed wantonly in the blood along with the beating of his heart, smearing uncontrollable stimulation on every corner of his body.

Looking at Chen Yang who was too calm in front of him, Chen An knew that he should be happy that Chen Yang he had discovered had a very high talent, but he felt a little inexplicably uneasy in his heart.