Huang Quan looked at Gao Dezhu coldly and did not say anything. Gao Dezhu put away the flattery he had shown to Zhang Xiaoqiang earlier. He was neither servile nor overbearing.
"Dong …" A round object was thrown to the ground and rolled to Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet. Zhang Xiaoqiang squinted his eyes and recognized that it was the head of the old man, Gao Dezhu. The surroundings were dark, so he could not see Gao Dezhu's expression when he died. However, his general appearance could still be seen.
"Your people have been poisoned …"
There were only two men. One was the old man, Gao Dezhu, and the other was a young man who looked about 18 or 19 years old. He looked very similar to Gao Dezhu. Beside them was a small wooden fishing boat with a diesel engine. Gao Dezhu and the young man were nervously repairing the engine. Obviously, it had not been used for a few months. At the critical moment, the engine refused to acknowledge its use.
The scene suddenly became quiet. Huang Quan carried the empty rifle on his shoulder and pulled out the silver-white Desert Eagle from his waist. He looked at the old man.
The sky was already dark. The light around Zhang Xiaoqiang was gradually swallowed by the darkness. He could no longer see anything that was slightly further away. Although Huang Quan was standing less than three meters in front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang still had to squint his eyes for a while before he could see Huang Quan's face clearly.
"I … I don't know … As long as they are armed, I will … kill!"
Huang Quan raised his hand and sent all the remaining bullets in the rifle into the young man's body. After the young man was shot several times, he looked at Huang Quan with surprise. He did not say a word and rolled into the cabin. The young man was dead. The boat also lost control. The bamboo pole floated in the water, and the boat turned horizontally on the surface of the lake.
Hearing this, Huang Quan knew that Gao Dezhu would not tell him the antidote. He raised his hand and was about to shoot him.
The gun in Huang Quan's hand went off. The huge recoil forced Huang Quan to take a few steps back. The moment the large-caliber bullet hit Gao Dezhu, the women in front of him screamed and ran away. Huang Quan did not care about the women who ran around in panic. He coldly put the pistol back to his waist, pulled out the military knife, and walked toward Gao Dezhu who was lying in the lake …
"This island used to be called Old Gao Island. This island has belonged to my family since my ancestors. My grandfather told my father that he wanted to take this island back, and my father told me that he wanted to take this island back. I took it back. This is the island of our Gao family, which has been passed down from generation to generation. You came here, and you want this island? Why?
This is our Gao family's island. My son is dead, and the Gao family is gone. Tell me, what will I do? "
Huang Quan himself did not know how many people he had killed. The more people he killed, the more blood he spilled. His khaki mountain combat uniform was no longer yellow, but red and brown. The red was fresh blood, and the brown was the blood that had started to turn old.
"How many people have you killed?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang asked softly. His voice was not loud, but it was very penetrating. This strong penetrating question was like a sword that pierced through the self-control and self-suppression of Huang Quan's heart.
A light footstep sounded in the distance. This light footstep immediately awakened Zhang Xiaoqiang. He opened his eyes and saw Huang Quan walking towards him.
After restraining his inner demons, Huang Quan continued on his way. Huang Quan did not show mercy to others because he had just let the woman go. As long as it was a man with a weapon, he would kill them immediately. He did not care whether those men were using the branches as crutches or something else. At this moment, Huang Quan's eyes became a little clearer.
"I'm going to die … I'm going to die … Let me tell you one more thing. There is more than one big black fish. They are sensitive to the smell of blood. You see, I have lost so much blood. Before tomorrow morning, this place will be full of big black fish. Hehe … Tell me, can you still escape?
Hahaha … "Bang …
When Huang Quan stood in front of the crowd, he still had not extricated himself from the fierce battle just now. In front of him stood dozens of women by the lake. If Zhang Xiaoqiang was here, he would recognize that these women were the ones wearing straw clothes without a single wound on their bodies.
Huang Quan's voice was low and hoarse. His hoarse voice, coupled with the thick smell of blood on his body, made people shudder. This was a different Huang Quan. He was not as flashy and frivolous as when he was at the missile base. He was not as desperate and depressed after being attacked. He was also not as anxious and sensitive as before. After a massacre, a baptism of life and blood, Huang Quan had become steady and magnanimous. He had also become more mature.
When Huang Quan heard this, he put down his gun. He knew that he was poisoned, but he did not know what kind of poison it was. He wanted to hear what this old man had to say.
Gao Dezhu also saw Huang Quan, who was covered in blood. At this moment, Huang Quan was like a devil that crawled out of hell. They did not know what Huang Quan had experienced, nor did they know how Huang Quan got here.
Huang Quan raised the gun in his hand and aimed at Gao Dezhu. Just as he was about to shoot, Gao Dezhu spoke.
The young man beside Gao Dezhu was a little timid. When he saw Huang Quan, he hid behind Gao Dezhu. When he saw Gao Dezhu speaking, he jumped onto the fishing boat and hid in the cabin. As soon as Gao Dezhu finished speaking, he stretched out a bamboo pole from the cabin and pushed the small fishing boat out of the shallow water. He did not care about the life or death of his old man.
Gao Dezhu raised his hands. There were two huge wounds on his wrists. Blood was gushing out from the wounds. The blood flowed down his elbows and into the lake below him.
The helmet covered Huang Quan's eyes, so the emotions in his eyes could not be seen. Huang Quan, who was as calm as a mountain, stood in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang. He was neither servile nor overbearing, and there was no sadness or joy in his eyes. His body exuded a strong smell of blood and smoke. This smell was very familiar to Zhang Xiaoqiang. It was the kind of familiarity that came from the soul. It was the kind of familiarity that came from the bones. It was the smell of slaughtering countless enemies.
"Hahaha!
No need, no need … You see … "
Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his right foot and stepped on his head. He tilted his head and looked at Huang Quan who had not said a word.
"Good job … Remember … This is the apocalypse, if you don't kill people, people will kill you … Now, you are the team leader, Yomi, the team leader of the Hot Spring Escort Team. You can pick the people from the villages that follow us, including you, there are ten people …"
Gao Dezhu did not scream, nor did he lose his composure. He did not even change his expression. He did not look at the boat that carried his son's body. He only looked at Huang Quan silently. In Huang Quan's eyes, Gao Dezhu seemed to have aged more than 10 years.
"Okay … You win. Let my family go. I will give you everything you want, including my life …"