The woman's words made Two smiled.
Following that, he turned around and fired two shots at Victor's head.
The power of these two shots was so strong that Victor's head was blown off. He did not even have time to scream.
The woman's face turned pale.
Two pointed the gun at the woman's head and whispered, "I'll send you off to reunite with your family."
"Buzz—"
His wrist shook.
Two did not dare to procrastinate and put down his gun.
He turned on the virtual chat device.
The leader's virtual image appeared.
"Hmm— Why did you kill them? Haven't I train you that you can't kill anyone from the nomads?"
Two was just about to explain his actions.
The leader continued speaking, "Forget it since you've already killed them. If they're useful, capture them to become experimental subjects. If they're useless, wipe them out.
"Let me ask you, is there any news about Zero?"
"Reporting to leader, we have news. We'll definitely kill him in less than three days." Two promised.
"Very good, we'll wait for your return."
Two's face was full of joy. This organization's reward was significant. It could possibly be the strengthening drug.
The Sideria No. 2 or No. 3 reagents.
Two heard about the organization's research on the Super Soldier Project a long time ago.
He was willing to become the experimental subject for the organization. This was the kind of blind allegiance they had after being brainwashed.
Two got up after he hung up the call.
He gave Victor's wife an evil smirk and carried her into the tent inside a bus.
The bus started to shake.
Not long after, Two came out with a satisfied smile.
"Guys, this woman is not bad. It's a waste of time to go one by one. Go in in groups of threes—"
"If it's not enough, just pick a few more?"
The group of experimental subjects laughed evilly.
Their gazes were like wolves as they preyed on the young and beautiful women in the tribe.
The women screamed, and the men felt extremely ashamed and angry.
Suddenly, a man stood up and said, "Brothers, let's fight it out with them! Take out your weapons."
"Thud thud thud..."
The fire from the assault rifles spewed out wantonly. One after another, the men fell into a pool of blood.
The gunshots stopped, and the smell of gunpowder and blood mixed together.
Fatty was so scared that he wet his pants.
All of them were dead. More than 100 people died. Their blood dyed the ground red.
His woman was still screaming inside the bus.
The anger in his heart rose, but his courage was lacking.
He could only cry.
"Coward."
A team member walked out and shot Fatty.
Fatty fell in a pool of blood.
The tribe quieted down.
Dust flew up from the desert road in a distance occasionally.
Elrond, who was on the motorcycle, looked at the quiet tribe in the distance and his heart sank.
"Oh no, something must have happened."
He stepped on the accelerator with all his might and entered the nomad tribe.
After getting out of the car, the stench of blood assailed his nostrils, and there was a faint smell of sulfur.
All these revealed hints of what had just happened here.
The ground was littered with dead bodies, and there was nothing valuable left.
Over 100 lives were lost.
As he walked, he flipped the corpse over. He recognized the clothes on the corpse. These were the clothes on Victor's son.
But at this moment, the corpse had already turned cold.
In a distance away, he saw another person without a head. Or rather, it was someone with a broken skull.
"Victor!"
Elrond's voice was a little choked up.
Although it had only been one night, he felt the sincerity from Victor and his wife.
The kind of sincerity that treated him as a fellow countryman.
He treated him as a family, and their affection could not be faked.
He let go of the young man's corpse. "Why? Why did you steal my things? You brought this disaster upon yourself.
"Who's that!"
"Don't shoot, don't shoot. I'm not the enemy."
Elrond turned around sharply and saw Fatty crawling out from the pile of dead people. He was sobbing.
He was obviously terrified.
"I didn't betray you. Don't kill me."
Fatty broke down and cried.
"Why are you still alive?" Elrond asked.
"Sir, it has nothing to do with me. I was shot by that group of people, but they didn't hit my vitals, so I managed to live.
"It was not me who betrayed you."
Elrond was shocked. "You say that someone betrayed me?"
"Yes, someone betrayed you."
At this moment, a voice came from the entrance of the bus behind Elrond.
It was Mrs. Victor, and she was covered in blood.
Elrond was shocked. He quickly ran over and helped her up.
This shock was no small matter. Her entire body was bruised and she had suffered inhuman abuse.
However, her gaze was extremely complicated as she looked at Elrond.
She did not have much longer to live. There were three gun wounds on her body, namely on her chest, shoulder, and thigh.
Regardless of whether the wounds were fatal or not, just her pale face alone was enough to tell Elrond that she had lost too much blood.
Elrond was not a doctor and he could not find people of the same blood type, so he could not save her.
"This is for you. You will know what happened when you listen to it."
The woman handed Elrond a recording pen.
Elrond knew that the truth was all in there.
He clicked the play button.
The recording started from the moment the experimental subjects came to the nomad tribe.
The entire tribe was massacred. All the voices were clearly recorded and the situation became clear.
Elrond did not know when his eyes turned red.
"It was my son's fault for stealing your gun, but he was a man. He did not betray you even when he was about to die. This is what I wanted you to know.
"As for that traitor, it's up to you how you want to deal with him.
"But he—"
The woman looked at Fatty who was so scared that his face turned pale. She shook her head and said, "He's not a man. His own woman was violated, but all he did was to pee in his pants."
Victor's wife's words caused Fatty's body to tremble. His eyes started to lose focus.
"I'm a coward.
"I can't protect myself.
"Nor could I protect our people.
"The most detestable thing was that the courage that I thought I had, did not even allow me to protect my wife and children."
At this moment, Fatty reproached himself.
He picked up a pistol and stuffed it into his mouth as his eyes lost their brilliance.
"Bang!"
A ball of blood appeared at the back of his head.
This was perhaps the bravest moment in his entire life.
Elrond's eyes were already moist.
At this moment, the hatred in his heart rose crazily.
Ever since he came to this world, he had never felt any sense of belonging.
Because he assumed that this was a gaming world.
He was a person who possessed thoughts from the real world. He hated those people in the game.
Because in the future when Voyage merged with the real world, they would become enemies.
When he was at the experimental base, he bore a dangerous thought. He planned to kill everyone in this world.
He spent the past six months planning his escape from the experimental base.
He came to this small tribe that was unfriendly to outsiders.
But what did they do for him?
Even though Victor's son robbed him, he did not betray him even when he was about to die.
Victor, whom they had met once, said things to deceive the people from the experimental base to head into the forest.
The people in this tribe resisted with their lives, and no one surrendered.
Even if it was Fatty who betrayed him, Elrond could not bring himself to hate him.
It was common for people to think of their own interests.