Joseph walked hurriedly through the courtyard of the house, turning his head and looking back from time to time. He discovered that Chad had gotten out of the truck, but was quickly captured by the soldiers.
Seeing this, he worked harder and kicked open the door of the house, and then bursts of screams began to come out of the house.
Looking at the mess in front of him in disgust, Joseph didn't say much nonsense, he directly took out his gun and fired two shots outside the house, which shocked everyone.
He fiercely confronted the women, children and elderly people in front of him and said in a cold tone: "Shut up!"
Then he took the rifle in his hand, pointed the barrel at the people in front of him, and said, "Who am I? I think everyone saw it just now. I know everyone has guns in their hands, so don't do it stupid. Now throw your guns in front of me. Every person has a gun. The number of weapons is equal to the number of people. If there are fewer..."
At that moment, Joseph stopped talking. He wiped the blood from his head with his hand, looked briefly, then stuffed it into his mouth and licked it, tasting the rusty smell of the blood, and his state was a little lunatic.
The people on the opposite side were obviously shocked by his actions. They subconsciously took half a step back, their expressions becoming more and more frightened.
Although the other party did not finish what he said, the people present still heard the implied meaning that the weapons were equal to the number of people. If the number of guns was lower, it also meant that the number of people would also be reduced respectively.
After thinking about this, for the sake of their own lives, people drew their weapons one after another and threw them in front of the kidnapper.
Brian, who was in the crowd, saw dozens of people being threatened by a single person, but not even a single one resisted. He couldn't help but sigh, as expected, his own life was still at risk.
It's not that he didn't think about shooting before the opponent came in, but he had little confidence in his shooting skills and had a plan to deal with it. After thinking about it, he decided to give up.
After all, while being a hero is particularly honorable, it's not someone who wants to live well, but someone who is willing to truly die for others.
Even a group of men might not dare to resist here, let alone a group of old, weak women and children.
When each person dropped a gun, Joseph also began to count the number of people silently in his mind. The total number of people amounted to seventy-three, and naturally there were many pistols.
Seeing that everyone's firearms had been thrown on the ground in front of him, he also took a chair to prevent people outside from shooting him in the head later, deliberately found a blind corner, and sat down.
With a comfortable snort, Joseph asked everyone to take off their coats and ordered two of the women to search everyone carefully, making sure no one was carrying firearms or sharp objects on their bodies, while he sat off to the side watching.
After they searched everyone's bodies, Joseph asked the two people to put the backpacks aside and separate them from their owners, to make sure no one was hiding firearms or other dangerous objects in them.
Seeing this, Brian secretly said that the other party was very cautious. If he hadn't made the preparations before, he might have been helpless now.
He looked past Joseph and saw a small figure hidden among the piles of furniture in the dining room. It was Sarah, who, with great stealth, was assembling the shotgun. At one point, Brian will attract Joseph's attention, allowing him to initiate his attack from behind.
But he was really helpless in his heart. He hadn't originally planned to take any chances, but now that his life was threatened, he had to.
After asking people to pack all the guns into bags and throw them into a corner, Joseph felt that the problem here was almost solved.
He moved the muzzle of the gun back and forth, casually pointed it at a woman in her thirties, and said, "You, come here!"
Seeing the barrel of the gun pointed at herself, the woman pointed it at herself with an extremely frightened expression. When she was sure that the other party was calling her, she approached trembling, not daring to say a word.
Joseph leaned back and looked out the window. The soldiers had surrounded the house.
He looked at the woman, then looked at the soldiers outside, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and shouted loudly, "Tell your commander to prepare a car full of gasoline for me and put it in the yard outside. You only have the half hour; otherwise, every three minutes, I'll shoot someone until I kill everyone present. If you dare to enter, I will directly detonate the grenade and die with everyone present.
Then he looked at the woman in front of him and said, "Come on, repeat what you just told me."
When she heard the other party say these words just now, she thought that she was letting her go. Although his whole body was shaking like straw, there was a burst of joy, but then he felt that something was wrong, then he heard what he last said.
For a moment, she opened her lips slightly and stood there in shock, unable to say a single word.
"Damn, I'm wasting my time!"
Seeing that the woman remained silent for a long time, Joseph also saw that the other party did not clearly remember what she said. A smile appeared on his face, he directly raised the pistol and shot him in the head.
"Bang!"
A hole of scarlet blood appeared on the woman's forehead. She looked at Joseph with the gun raised in front of her in disbelief, then lost consciousness and fell heavily.
The people in the room looked at the scene in front of them in horror. Before many of them understood what was going on, they only heard a gunshot, and in the blink of an eye, the woman who had just been alive a few seconds ago, died.
But they did not dare to make any sound and swallowed the urge to cry, for fear of following in the footsteps of that woman. Even if a child wanted to cry, they would ask the relatives around them to cover their mouths to prevent them from crying.
Seeing how cruel this man was, Brian frowned and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but he hadn't received Sarah's gesture yet and it wasn't the time to act, so he had to endure it for the time being.
At the same time, he also noticed that when the woman was shot and killed, there was an African-American woman in her early twenties in the crowd. She crouched down and drew a dagger from her long boots, and seemed to be preparing to make a move against Joseph.
"Mom!"
While everyone was angry or scared, there was one person who had a different reaction than everyone present. Hearing the scream, an eight- or nine-year-old boy ran out of the crowd and lunged at the woman lying in a pool of blood, his eyes soaked with tears, calling for mother over and over again.
Brian looked at the boy's profile and recognized him at a glance. It was the boy named Allan who was sitting across from them on the bus. Needless to say, the woman lying on the ground was his mother.
Hearing Allan's crying, many people couldn't bear to look anymore and turned their heads.
"Hey."
When Joseph saw Allan who suddenly ran out, his face was also very surprised, as if he had found a new toy, and he asked jokingly, "Are you that stupid woman's son?"
As soon as he heard the word stupid woman, Allan suddenly raised his head, looked at Joseph with resentment in his eyes, and said word for word, "You can't say that about my mother!"
"You have character. Since you miss your mother so much, I'll send you to stay with her!"
Seeing that this boy really had the courage to refute him face to face, Joseph felt very interesting. He stood up suddenly, raised his pistol again, pointed it at his forehead, and it looked like he was about to pull the trigger.
Seeing this situation, the rest of the people seemed to have anticipated the outcome and hurriedly closed their eyes, not daring to witness the birth of another corpse.
But Allan's eyes didn't move at all. Even though the gun was pointed at him, he clenched his fists and still stared at the fierce Joseph in front of him.
Joseph looked at the other party's fearless expression. Instead of being angry, he looked very interested, and suddenly slowly lowered the muzzle of the gun.
He sat down again and said with a bit of amusement, "It would be too boring if I killed you like this. Since you are that woman's son, then it is up to you to complete your mother's mission. As long as you complete what I just said and repeat it, I will take back what I just said to your mother and spare your life. Then you'll go out and tell the government troops."
No one knew what the boy was thinking, but he nodded for a moment, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said exactly what Joseph had just said.
"Um..."
Nodding in satisfaction, Joseph seemed even more spirited by what happened next and said to Allan, "All right, I take back what I just said. Go out now and tell the guys outside what you just said."
Then she looked at Allan's back as she turned and walked toward the door. Suddenly, his eyes flashed fiercely, he laughed fiercely, raised his pistol, pointed it at his back, and waited for the other party to open the door.
In fact, what he just said might have been heard by the soldiers outside. There was no need for anyone to repeat it before leaving. He was just waiting for the answer from the commander of the government army.
But the waiting time was really boring, so he got more playful and killed some people for fun.
Seeing that Allan was about to be killed like her mother, the African-American girl in the crowd finally couldn't hold back anymore. She clenched the sharp dagger, ran out of the crowd, and ran towards the damn Joseph.