Chapter 566 The mushroom grower

"Thank you, Mr. Night Watchman!"

The man said, struggling to kneel down with his family.

Li Fan quickly helped them up and said:

"It doesn't have to be like this, it's just a matter of effort."

At this moment, the little girl seemed to have finally recovered, pointing at Li Fan with a face filled with surprise and saying:

"Are you the Night Watchman, the patron saint of Zhongzhou!? Are you the hero on TikTok? But...why do you look different? The Night Watchman obviously looks like an old man..."

After hearing their daughter's words and tiktok, the man and woman immediately remembered what the name Night Watch meant.

In the plantation, they can occasionally play with their mobile phones during festivals under the supervision of the supervisors as a rare relaxation.

TikTok is their favorite software, which can make them forget the hell they are in for a few minutes.

They had also seen popular videos about the Night Watchman on TikTok before, and they were deeply impressed.

In these short videos, the night watchmen wearing black combat uniforms defeated the evil spirits and bad guys in the Fushan volcano of Sang country, which made people excited.

And behind these short videos, there is sometimes a sentence:

The night watchman, the patron saint of Zhongzhou, the savior of the weak, and the judge of the bad.

When seeing these videos, the family of three couldn't help but feel fascinated, if only the night watchman could come to them and save them.

Just thinking that the Night Watchman is in the distant Zhongzhou makes me realize that everything is just a daydream.

The plantation overseers and plantation owners also like to let these slave workers daydream.

This will make it more interesting when torturing them.

And only by leaving the last glimmer of hope in the hearts of these slave workers can they survive like cockroaches and do more work.

At this moment, they discovered that the oriental man in front of them looked different from the night watchman in the video. The man and woman couldn't help but look panicked. They didn't know if they had broken into the big shot's secret, which would lead to death, so they hurriedly covered their faces.

into the little girl's mouth.

Hearing what the little girl said, Li Fan couldn't help but be stunned, then smiled slightly, knelt down and said to the little girl:

"This is disguise. I know you are trapped here, so I came here to rescue you. Don't be afraid."

I didn’t expect that the Zhongzhou Night Watch would also be popular here in the New World. I have to lament that in today’s traffic society, a short video is better than the entire official propaganda department of the Zhongzhou Anomaly Bureau.

The little girl's eyes flashed with excitement and ecstasy, and she said loudly:

"I knew it! Night watchman, you must have heard my prayer, right? Before I go to bed every night, I pray to the night watchman to save us!"

Li Fan smiled slightly, touched the little girl's head, took out a piece of chocolate and put it into her hand, then stood up and said to the man:

"Can I still leave?"

The man was sweating from the pain of the wound. Fortunately, his bones were not injured. He nodded vigorously, tore off a piece of clothing and wrapped the wound tightly, saying:

"You can go, Mr. Night Watchman, do you want to go to the plantation?"

Li Fan glanced at the man approvingly. The fact that the man was able to escape from the plantation with his family showed that he was brave and resourceful, and he immediately saw his intentions. He was a talented person.

"Yes, take me to the plantation to see. Your wounds also need to be treated."

The man nodded. Although there were beads of sweat on his forehead, he did not cry out in pain at all. Instead, he took the shotgun on the corpse in his hand, led three horses, gave one to Li Fan, and rode it himself.

He took one horse and let his wife and daughter ride on the remaining horse, along with the other weapons on top of the corpse.

At this time, the orange cat had jumped on the head of Li Fan's horse, sitting on the horse's head with a arrogant look.

The three hounds obediently led the way through the early morning mist, heading towards the way they came.

The man held the shotgun tightly in his hand, and his face was filled with murderous intent.

He wants revenge!

Li Fan looked leisurely at this time, feeling a little proud of his intelligence and wit.

I was very lucky. I never expected that after arriving in Mexico, I would encounter a plantation owned by the Cleaning Association.

Moreover, he had an idea and directly assumed the identity of the night watchman.

Needless to say, this kind of plantation is basically a place of evil similar to a concentration camp.

After arriving at the concentration camp later, we directly killed all the gang members inside and burned the plantation. Wouldn't this cause heavy losses to the Mexican Pastoral Area of ​​the Cleaning Association?

Go back and directly take the blame and resign, throw the Mexican pastoral area out, no, just get discouraged and go to the Patriarch to completely resign from all positions.

Through the morning fog, some voices could be heard far ahead, as if someone was talking.

The man named Miguel stopped, settled his wife and daughter, and turned to look at Li Fan with a questioning expression.

Li Fan made a gesture, took out a black towel and covered his mouth and nose, then rode directly on the horse, leading a cat and three hounds, and walked towards the plantation in front of him.

Miguel took a deep breath, picked up the shotgun in his hand, and also rode behind the night watchman.

There was still a sharp and heartbreaking pain in his leg, which made Miguel even more awake.

He understood that this was his only chance for revenge and escape, and he must follow the night watchman in front of him.

After just walking a few steps, it seemed that there was heavy fog all around, and the visibility was much lower.

The night watchman who was originally in front of him disappeared into the mist and disappeared.

Miguel couldn't help but become vigilant again. He knew that there were at least fifty hounds in the plantation, scattered throughout the plantation.

These hounds are natural alarms, not only to guard against slave workers escaping, but also to warn of foreign invasion.

Sure enough, there was the sound of a dog barking from ahead, followed by a cat's meow. The barking that had just sounded suddenly stopped, leaving only a low whimper, as if he had encountered something he was most afraid of.

"What is it? Is there a leopard? Why doesn't the dog bark?" came a hoarse and rude voice. Miguel recognized this voice. It was the head overseer of the plantation, named Porter, who was ferocious and crazy.

He once broke two of his ribs.

Miguel instantly clenched the gun in his hand, preparing for revenge.

At this moment, a scream came from the mist ahead. The scream was so creepy that it seemed like he had experienced the torment of hell.

The next moment, a round black shadow was thrown from the fog in front, rolled on the ground several times, and landed in front of his horse.

It was a head with round eyes and a frightened face. It was the head of the brutal overseer Porter!

There were several scars on his face, as if torn apart by some huge creature. His face was rolled up, and his death was extremely miserable.

The sound here immediately alarmed everyone in the plantation.

From the overseers and thugs, a shout came from the direction of the main building complex of the plantation:

"Who!? Who is shouting?"

"Who the hell is having fun with these slaves? Don't take it too far."

"Something's wrong, why didn't the dog bark? Not even a sound!"

"Bring a gun! Let's see who the blind guy is!"

"who are you----"

"What is this? A leopard? There is..."

"A python, it's a python!"

"No, it's a bear! Shoot quickly! Save me, save me!"

Shrill screams and gunshots rang out in the mist, followed by the sounds of flesh and blood being cut open, and the sounds of bones breaking.

Those screams lasted only a short time. It seemed that there was a certain being who didn't like others making too much noise. The more ferociously they screamed, the faster they would die.

Miguel's palm holding the shotgun was now full of sweat, and he continued to walk forward slowly on horseback, and soon arrived in front of the main building complex of the plantation.

I saw that this place had turned into a pool of blood.

The dazzling blood dyed the ground mottled red, and there were scattered people on the ground.

If you can still call it a human being.

The dozen or so original overseers and thugs had now turned into broken corpses, or remains that had been torn and chewed by wild beasts.

Apparently they suffered greatly before they died.

Miguel felt fear mixed with excitement.

The more miserably these beasts died, the happier he felt.

But he also understood that all of this was the work of the night watchman.

That mysterious night watchman is not a hypocrite superhero who adheres to the concept of "no killing", but a hero who truly kills decisively!

"God, thank you for sending your messenger...perhaps, this is your incarnation?" Miguel murmured while looking at the fog ahead.

In the plantation shrouded in mist not far away, new screams and gunshots were still ringing out.

It's as if the God of Death is walking through this mist, harvesting every sinful life he encounters!

Miguel followed those screams at this time, holding the shotgun in his hand, ready to reload the shots for those who survived.
To be continued...