Finally, the "Scarface" dragged the half-unconscious Mick back to the back of the metal box.

As soon as he relaxed his spirit, he felt a huge feeling of fatigue surged up, almost knocking down the man. Fortunately, his willpower saved everything, and he held on again.

"Wake up, it's not the time to rest."

Lying on the lifting platform, "Scarface" muttered to himself, cheering up his body on the verge of collapse.

"I can... get up... help you."

Mick supported the ground with both arms and tried to struggle to sit up, but was pressed down by the Scarface.

"Don't move, you're in a bad condition now and you can't help even if you get up."

"That thing is very fierce, you are alone..."

"Don't worry, I can handle it, you can lie down with peace of mind."

"Scarface" tried to show it as easily as possible, although he was very frightened. In order to avoid showing his feet, he no longer communicated with Mick, but instead turned his attention outside and decided to use the gun in his hand to eliminate the haze in his heart.

"Bang bang bang ~~~"

After a few shots, the blue flames burned through the carpet, destroyed the flower pots, and destroyed the tables and chairs, but the coum, who was controlled by the insect swarm, was unharmed. The agile jumping and rolling made it difficult for this guy who seemed to be a living target to be locked and hit. This inevitably made the shooter a little anxious, and his accurate head also dropped. At the same time, the powered bullet-energy battery was exhausted, and the "Scarface" gun was silent.

"Damn it, something went wrong at this time."

"Scarface" was so angry that he wanted to throw away the gun, but reason told him that he could not. Now he had to replace it with a new battery as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Battery, battery, battery..."

While he muttered, he groped for the weapon belt around his waist, but each belt was empty.

‘I used up one grenade before, and I emptied two more during the retreat, plus the one I just consumed...'

The calculations soon came to an end and he used up all the batteries he carried. Even so, "Scarface" still did not give up and continued to rummage to other pockets on his body.

"There should be a spare one."

God pays off on his heart, and he finally found another battery at the bottom of his pocket.

"It's true that I remember it right."

"Scarface" excitedly switched the battery into the bullet compartment, but disappointment followed the next second because the energy inside was only enough to shoot out one shot.

‘Do you have to leave the remaining shot for yourself?’

An unknown premonition came, and the heart trembled in Scarface, and then he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Mick might have ammunition on him, and he knew it very well. The reason why he didn't take it was because he needed to bend down and it was easy to give his opponent an opportunity to take advantage of it. "Scarface" also thought about asking Mick to find it himself and hand it to him. But judging from the situation just now, this idea was almost a luxury, so he decisively gave up.

Helplessly, he could only raise his gun and look for an opportunity to end the other party's life with one shot.

The shooting suddenly stopped, giving the swarm a chance to breathe and think. He first watched the change, and then concluded that the opponent had no ammunition.

Whether this is an illusion remains to be verified, but since there is no obstacle, moving forward has become an inevitable trend. The insect swarm hunched over, leaned on the ground and began to approach the metal box, walking and stopping in action, always paying attention to the movements of the people behind.

Faced with the approaching threat, Scarface's hand oozing sweat out of his hand holding the gun. He had to switch the gun to his left hand so that he could use his clothes to wipe away the sweat from his right hand's palm. Although this was a slight move, it triggered the insect swarm to control the attack. He seized the opportunity, roared and rushed towards the metal box.

The sudden activation of the enemy made the "Scarface" who was changing hands feel panic. He wanted to wipe his right hand dry quickly and then raise his gun to shoot, but he felt that it was not enough to operate. Using his left hand was a better choice. With this delay, the insect control body had jumped in front of him, and his red body fell from the sky and hit the metal lifting platform heavily, making a deafening loud noise.

"Bang~~~"

The lifting platform was stepped on, causing the entire box to be deformed. It must be that the trampling was too painful, and the metal box suddenly made a whine, which made people creepy.

In addition to being surprised, "Scarface" instinctively dodged backwards. The reaction was timely, but he had no time to care about his feet. He was tripped by a disastrous table leg and fell to the ground. What's worse, while falling down, the gun also dropped out of his hand and rolled to Mick's feet.

"Gun, Mick, kick me the gun!"

"Scarface" tilted his body and shouted at his lying subordinates.

The sound stimulated Mick. He subconsciously raised his head, looked at the Scarface, and then lay down weakly.

"Mick, Mick..."

The Scarface called out a few more times, but there was no response again.

“Oh ~~”

He couldn't help but sigh and lay on the ground in despair.

This scene was fully visible by the insect swarm. He was ready to go up and stomp his neck as long as Mik took action. But the result was unexpected. The previous impact seemed to make the young Sotan unable to afford to be injured, he looked confused and basically lost his ability to move. He was no longer a threat, so there was no need to pay attention to him. Comb locked his attention on another person. He jumped down from the metal box, swung his scarlet body, and walked towards the set target.

At this point, "Scarface" was fearless, lying lazily on the ground without moving. However, his eyes were particularly sharp, projecting contempt and contempt, and combined with the provocative tone, adding a bit of sadness and freedom at this moment.

"Do it, you can kill it or cut it."

"That's what you want!"

As he spoke, a big red hand reached in front of him, grabbed the neck of the "Scarface" and easily lifted him up. At the same time, another big red hand raised the gun from his waist and pressed it against his chest.

At the last moment, "Scarface" made a not excessive request.

"Before I die, I want to ask a question."

"Yes, you ask."

It seemed that he knew what he wanted to ask, and the insect control body readily agreed.

"With your strength, you can kill us directly, why do you still need a gun?"

"Because this looks like an internal strife, the Sotan people are unevenly divided into spoils, and then they kill each other, and they all die in a bad life."

"Then no one cares, no one will follow up, right?"

"Of course, that's what we want."

"This trick is indeed very clever. After that, you can not only take away our remuneration, but also get the bounty on the wanted order. It's really a killing two birds with one stone, Coomb."

"No, no, I'm not Koum, no!"

"What are you, the guy who is dominated by monsters? Don't tell me that they came to you without intention. Even if it is a thing of the forgery scene, it will not be something these low-level creatures can think of. You betray us and act as executioners. You are such a shameless person, a scum of the Sotan people!"

After being exposed, Combe couldn't help but feel angry. He wiped the insect body covering his face and revealed the Sotan's face.

"You are not qualified to say that all this is caused by you!" Combe became hysterical and pushed the blame to the Scarface: "If you hadn't made your own decisions before, we wouldn't have been wanted, let alone be lured here, and act as kidnappers, scapegoats and experimental subjects."

"You are right. This is caused by me, but we Sotan people should solve the problem of our Sotan people ourselves. If you help outsiders slaughter your own partners and compatriots, what is that!"

"Partner? Compatriots? Ah haha..." After reading these two words, Koum let out a horrifying and crazy laugh.

"They are worthy of it. A group of idiots and idiots, who have a little favor, will follow you wholeheartedly. They have no opinions or brains. They deserve to be like this!"

"Bastard, you are a Sotan!"

"So what! Is it important to be who I am in the face of death? At the moment of being possessed, I was resistant and frightened, but then I figured it out. Anyway, everyone is going to die, so I might as well send you off. Maybe they will cooperate actively and they will let me go in the future."

"This is why you forged the scene to win their favor, right?"

"That's right! Creating unexpected surprises can make me have a greater chance of survival. So I have to do this, and I can only do this!"

"But have you ever thought about what would happen if you survive now and the truth is revealed in the future?"

"Scarface" asked a question lightly, but it was like a steel needle that pierced deeply into Kum's heart. When he helped Sanjay sweep the settlement, he thought about this question. Later, the disaster survived and the matter passed. Now he is facing conscience again, and the heavy pressure can be imagined.

"No! No! You are all dead, who else will know about this? They can't find out the truth for the wanted criminals!"

He tried to find a way out for what he did, but the sentence "Scarface" blocked it.

"Don't deceive yourself, you know very well that this matter cannot be covered up. The mastermind behind the scenes will treat it as a handle and hold it firmly in his hands. As long as you are disobedient, they will spread it. When everyone knows it, you will die without a place to bury it."

"So what, as long as you have hope of living, it is the best choice. Unfortunately, you can't see it, because I'm going to kill you now!"

Coomb stared at the "Scarface" fiercely, and his fingers that hooked the trigger began to slowly shrink.

The god of death was about to wave his sickle to harvest the souls of the world, but the guy who seemed to be waiting for death was not afraid. He said something leisurely, and then the situation was resolved.

"Sorry, I disappointed you."

The sword light flashed, and Coom's left and right hands were cut off at the same time. The protozoa attached to it immediately faded away and fled back to the swarm.

“Ah~~~!”

Blood gushed out with screams, and the "Scarface" quickly dodged to the side to avoid being splashed all over.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!"

In the unbearable pain, Coomb screamed wildly, and he shook his body to go forward to take revenge.

"If you don't have hands, I see how fierce you are!"

"Scarface" waved his short sword and was ready for battle.

"The hands are gone, but I have them!"

I don’t know how Coomb did it, but the swarm attached to his body superimposed and reorganized on his broken arm, slowly shaping two fists. They were real and eye-catching, but compared with the original hands, it was more like wearing two red fists.

"how so!"

This was beyond the expectation of "Scarface". He thought that cutting off the opponent's hands would be sure to win, but now it seems that it is too early.
Chapter completed!