Rebirth at the end of the world: I report to the country!

Chapter 112 112· Is it me behind that filth?

October 25, 2024, 12 noon Eastern Time - there are only the last six days left before the Era of Natural Disaster.

Flying Eagle at this time is about nine o'clock in the evening.

Sangli state.

Dean finished today's 'work' and returned to his home with blood-stained hands, ready to have a good wash to clean off the 'turbidity' on his body.

Um--!

However, after he opened the door of his house and took a few steps in, a hemp rope passed through his neck and pulled him back tightly.

Dean's breathing gradually became less smooth, and his face turned blue. Before his consciousness completely ended, he only saw a cloth bag, and then darkness.

When Dean woke up, he found that he seemed to be in a straw shed, with unfamiliar scenery around him, and he was completely unable to confirm his location.

And he felt that his limbs were restricted by ropes, and even his mouth was blocked by a ball of cloth.

Are you awake? An extremely cold voice came along with a vigorous kick.

In pain, Dean turned his head and saw a group of people who looked a little scary in the night. Each of them held a weapon in their hands and looked at him with extremely cold eyes.

Dean felt as if he was dead under such sight.

Are you the leader of the Purification Society in our area, Dean? Dean vaguely remembered that the young man in charge was Bathory.

He twisted the barbed iron rod in his hand, removed the cloth from his mouth, and said to himself calmly.

I don't understand what you are talking about. Who are you? What are you doing? Let me go! Help! Dean just shouted sharply.

No one stopped him from asking for help, but Dean knew that this also meant that his request for help was basically meaningless.

Ah - Dean's cry for help soon turned into a scream, because Batory hit his knee with the iron rod in his hand unceremoniously, and Dean seemed to feel that his knee was broken. It cracks, and you can even hear the sound.

We are not actually confirming with you. We just need you to nod and let the conversation continue, skipping those meaningless defense links. Bathory said indifferently, wiping the blood on the iron rod with Dean's clothes. .

Dean, who is the leader of your Purification Society? Give me your contact information with him.

Bathory squatted down, held Dean's cheek, suppressed his screams, and twisted his head to force him to face him, and emphasized again.

I have no idea!

Bump! A punch.

I really don't know!

Bump! Another punch.

...

Haha, even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you bastards at all! You scum! The other party spat out bloody saliva and shouted vaguely.

ah--

This time it was not Bathory who took action, but the other people standing behind him, who completely shattered Dean's other knee.

If you don't want to die, tell us all the information, members, and contact information you know about the Purification Society. As long as you give valuable information, we will not do anything to you. Bathory remained calm.

Haha - hahahahaha - Dean suddenly laughed loudly, as if he had completely accepted the situation in front of him: You showed your faces to me, and you said you would still give me a chance of survival? How could you still stay? My living mouth!

Bathory frowned: I don't know what you are thinking. If we destroy an organization like yours that everyone calls for beatings, why should we hide our heads and faces? Tell us who the founder of your organization is and how to contact him. It’s yours, spare your life.”

Dean was silent for a short time, but it was not a silence of compromise or resignation. His face soon began to speak with an extremely arrogant expression:

Everyone is shouting fight? You are the ones who should be shouting fight! You are stopping us from doing the right thing! You are stopping us from making the Flying Eagle continue to be great! I will never betray those like-minded partners! We are carrying Move forward in the right direction!”

You're fucking talking about killing all my family members! And letting them die in pain without getting help is to allow the Eagle to continue to be great!? Before Bathory could speak, a man behind him The man rushed forward and grabbed Dean's neck, saying angrily.

I don't know...who your family is...but they must only be a drag on the Eagles in times of crisis...If they are healthy and useful, we will never do anything...if we let them die in pain , I'm sorry, but... I just feel so happy about their death! Haha——

The man was completely angered by Dean's words. He picked up Dean's collar and punched him in the face with all his strength.

Between the fists, Dean's teeth shattered and flew, and his face gradually blurred. But in pain, he still showed a ferocious smile and kept repeating his views——

Those of you who are just sitting back and enjoying the gains will not understand our sacrifices!

We are removing the cancer from Flying Eagle. Since they don't choose to commit suicide by maximizing efficiency, then it's up to us to help those useless things leave!

Anyway, this kind of person will only end up dead when the era of natural disasters comes, right?

We are the last sword in this country!

He only responded with more and more angry punches and kicks.

...

Stop beating him to death. Bathory silently watched his partner vent, and when Dean's voice became weaker and weaker until it seemed to disappear, he silently stopped him.

Then he looked at the dying Dean and repeated his question again: Who is your leader! How to contact... We are not Batman. When we carry out justice, we will kill people. This is your last chance to answer.

Then just kill me! Die for ideals and justice, for the continued greatness of the Flying Eagle in the future, I don't care - It was obvious that he was dying, but when he said this, Dean still spoke with excitement and fanatical belief.

As for who the president is who has the highest ideals, I don't know who he is, but I know where he is - he is - Dean raised his head with all his strength, as if he wanted to sit up, and then he smiled evilly. said:

——Next to the graves of your dead, useless, old, weak, sick and disabled——

bump!

The gunfire disintegrated Dean's voice and took his life.

The anger of the crowd did not seem to be dispelled, and bullets continued to shoot at Dean's body until the magazine was empty and the firing bolt made a crisp sound like an empty gun.

The clue is broken again. Bathory sat on the ground, his face expressionless, but he said with some reluctance.

Regardless of whether we can find the founder of the organization, if we can make this organization afraid to act anymore, what we do will already have meaning. A woman came to Bathory and consoled him.

Bathory nodded.

He had only met these people for a few days.

Everyone didn't know each other before, and what they have in common is that they were hurt by the terrorist actions of the Purification Society.

Everyone has a hatred for the Purification Society.

Bathory's 'anti-Purification Society organization' expanded rapidly after the Purification Society committed more and more atrocities, and these people were not the only ones in front of them.

Ding dong.

Bathory's cell phone vibrated in his pocket.

He took it out and seemed to receive an anonymous letter.

Unlocking it, Bathory's pupils narrowed after seeing the content clearly.

What's wrong? The companions around him asked curiously when they saw that Bathory's expression was wrong.

Someone told me about a possible source of the Purification Society. Bathory frowned, as if he was still thinking. After hearing the question, he responded slowly and somewhat tangledly, There are some possible sources of alarmism.

What is it?

He said - the real master behind this terrorist organization that killed our Flying Eagle people is Flying Eagle.

Purification would be the white glove the country uses to throw away the baggage.