Chapter 127: Buried

Boom and roll.

It was the head that Gary Abel had thrown away.

Covered in blood, with empty hands, he walked towards the Martin brothers at a leisurely pace.

The weapons of these two men had been confiscated long ago. Seeing this scene, and with nowhere to hide, they looked at each other and said, "Brothers! Let's go together!"

Yanshen Xiaohei roared to build up his courage, then picked up a glass bottle and threw it at him.

Bang.

Gabriel was too lazy to dodge, as this little bit of damage wouldn't even do a lick of harm to him.

He pressed him to the ground with a casual kick. As he deliberately restrained his strength, Xiao Hei's chest deflated. His eyes widened and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Hip Hop Xiao Hei had no intention of fighting back, and while they were fighting, he just went towards the door.

Unfortunately, the opponent's speed was beyond his imagination.

His feet were empty and Hip Hop Xiao Hei fell to the ground. He looked down and found that his two legs had disappeared out of thin air at some point.

Even the feeling of pain only came at this time.

"Aa ...

At this moment, the only sounds in the room were the wailing of the two people and Gabriel's leisurely movements.

Next, the group of people in the house who could be said to be extremely evil finally saw what real cruelty was. Some people couldn't help but wet their pants or vomit violently. (The cooking process is omitted, probably the limbs were removed to feed the liver and then the intestines were wrapped around the neck.)
After Gary Abel had dealt with the two of them, the others finally understood how he got that exaggerated "makeup".

But afterwards, he seemed to have no intention of leaving. Instead, he quietly admired his masterpiece. Then, as if he had returned home, he casually took a bottle of the most expensive wine from the wine cabinet, picked up a glass, and started drinking without even caring about the blood stains on it.

No one dared to breathe. They just watched him quietly and obediently finish the bottle of high-grade rum that the boss was reluctant to drink and had to clean up every day. But the boss could only sit there and stare blankly, not daring to express any opinions.

If you peek from underneath, you can see that the boss's pants are already wet.

"Caroline doesn't like me drinking. Although she won't stop me directly, I still quit drinking to make her happier."

Gary Abel is just like an average old bar geek who gets drunk and starts telling stories.

The difference is that this old man gave people a very sober feeling when he spoke, sober to the point of being cold, and no one present dared not to listen.

"After entering university, she was very keen on volunteering and doing these activities. Probably because of this, she came into contact with many immigrant families and came up with the idea of ​​supporting them and helping them live like a 'normal Gaul'."

"Why did she, such a kind angel, have to suffer such a thing?"

No one responded.

Gary Abel is not here for answers, he already has the answers.

"Because a kind farmer should never try to redeem a poisonous snake with an evil nature. This is a truth that someone taught us many years ago. Unfortunately, the affluent life has paralyzed the nerves of modern people. Even this well-known fable is only regarded as a story told to children."

"The Gauls have the confidence to redeem the venomous snake without being hurt by it."

"So proud and arrogant."

The boss had a bad feeling in his heart.

Gary Abel stretched out his hand, and as the light particles gathered, a half-meter scepter inlaid with pearl-like round gems the size of a child's fist gradually took shape.

Everyone was even more afraid to move as they watched this scene that seemed like a magic trick.

But when the scepter was fully revealed, its shape, which looked like a magic wand among girls' toys, was a bit surprising.

No one dared to laugh.

Their heads are not as hard as each other's fists.

Gary Abel looked at the magic wand and stroked it gently with a nostalgic look on his face: "I know, Caroline, you have been supporting me silently."

Looking around at the faces of the people around him, Gary Abel shook his head and raised his scepter.

"Mother Earth, please bury deeply these poisonous snakes that do not belong here." The pure white gem turned into a bright yellow light, but no one knew what kind of horrible thing would happen next.

Ground floor of apartment building.

A woman is cooking breakfast for her husband as he is leaving for his odd job.

Suddenly, the earth began to shake violently.

The pots and pans in the small kitchen made an unsettling clanging noise, and condiment bottles fell over, spilling all kinds of sauces on the floor.

The woman hurriedly gave up cooking, rushed into the room, and woke up her husband and children who were still sleeping soundly.

"Earthquake! Earthquake! Run away!"

Boom!

As soon as she finished speaking and her child and husband opened their sleepy eyes, cracks appeared in the ceiling.

The husband woke up instantly, picked up the child who was still rubbing his eyes, grabbed his wife's hand and ran out.

boom!
"what!"

With a scream, the woman's lower body was crushed by a fallen piece of wall.

The husband hesitated for a second, threw the child out the door, shouted "Run!", and then turned around to try to rescue his wife.

The child fell down. He was already a little sensible and shed tears of fear and panic. He obeyed his father's last instructions and limped forward. He didn't know how long he ran, maybe ten seconds, thirty seconds, or even a minute, until he no longer felt the terrible vibration and he stopped.

He gasped violently, covered his injured knee, and turned around gently with a hint of hesitation.

What I saw was a building, ruins and smoke.

"Dad? Mom?"

His cries gradually grew louder as he approached the familiar place step by step, avoiding the terrible cracks on the ground. He finally arrived in front of the ruins of the building, stunned.

"Dad! Mom! Where are you?!"

In addition to him, there were some people who ran out early, looking at the scene in front of them in a daze, their eyes full of disbelief.

The little boy cried and tried to move the rocks along the path he remembered, one by one, two by two. Suddenly, he stopped.

He saw blood oozing out from between the cement tiles.

"A local earthquake precisely collapsed an apartment building in District 17?"

When Olivier heard the news, he wondered if he had heard a word wrong.

The assistant repeated it carefully and showed him the on-site video before he confirmed the accuracy of the news.

"Start the rapid natural disaster identification process and increase rescue efforts. We can hire some additional rescue teams to participate and arrange for hospitals to provide emergency shelter for the victims. I will change my schedule. I will go to visit the victims this afternoon." Olivier rubbed his face. "Ah, it's really a troubled time."

The assistant held up a notebook and asked, "Will the speech the day after tomorrow still be held as normal?"

"Hold it." Olivier said without hesitation, "Change the venue to the Place de Trois. This speech will be open to the public."

"Then the security needs to be readjusted, and will it be too much?"

"Try to arrange it."

"Yes."

Seeing Olivier's firm attitude, the assistant did not continue to dissuade him and quietly began to make arrangements.

"Also, ask the Intelligence Bureau and the Geological Disaster Department to speed up the investigation. Why did such a strange earthquake occur? What happened in the apartment before the earthquake? Prepare a report for me within one day." After thinking for a while, Olivier issued a new order.

"Yes, I'll do it right away."

(End of this chapter)