Gamers Are Fierce

　　 The number of poisonous insects in the apartment building slightly exceeded Li Ang's imagination.

　　 Crime, corruption, and poverty are known as the three major diseases of Philippine society.

　　Before Duterte launched the anti-drug war, some readers had knocked on the door of the upper class by relying on the big stick of money and power.

　　From the Philippine grass-roots police officers to the Philippine Attorney General Li Lima, half of the Philippine administrative law enforcement agencies are involved in the reading interest chain.

　　 Among the total population of 100 million in the Philippines, there are 3.7 million students studying, and this number is increasing crazily every day.

　　Poverty, corruption, backwardness, ignorance, every factor is driving the expansion of reading.

　　 A large part of Filipino young people and even teenagers who have not received basic education, have not been properly disciplined by their parents, have no decent work, and have no hope at all, have become poisonous insects.

　　 Many people have even joined various gangs in order to get more funds to buy reading materials, and take the initiative to enter this black interest chain.

　　 The so-called "civilians" living in this apartment building are really difficult to define whether they are really ordinary people who are a little bit drug-related, or members of the chain of interests of readers.

　　 Seventeen or eighteen, fourteen or five, and even twelve or three-year-old Filipinos wandering in the corridor.

　　Either they were holding pistols or machetes in their hands, and they were shouting in groups.

　　Tamar Riadi, when the special operations team entered the building, in order to reduce the loss of his subordinates,

　　 deliberately used the broadcast system to tell all the residents in the building that as long as one special operations operator was killed or eliminated, all rent would be exempted, and he would receive one million Philippine pesos, or readings of the same value.

　　 Under the heavy reward, there must be a brave husband. After the special operations team was broken up by regular gang members, these thin and small young men boldly walked out of the room and wandered in the corridor.

　　 They were holding pistols and machete, and they kept hitting the ceramic walls in the corridor with their blades, making a ding-dong, and their eyes were full of desire for money.

　　 A thin boy in a red shirt roughly kicked the door of a certain room open.

　　 He rushed into the house with a machete, scanned around and saw the faint blood stains on the ground, and the blood stains pointed to the bedroom.

　　 The red shirt took the machete, and quietly lay on the ground, seeing something through the bedroom door.

　　 He got up excitedly and ran to the corridor, with his palm still on the door frame, extremely excitedly, shouting at his wandering companions, "Someone here!"

　　 "Where is anyone?"

"I'm coming!"

　　 A group of people yelled in a mess, rushed into the house in a turbulent manner, huddled together, and roughly smashed the bedroom door with a knife handle.

　　 Behind the bedroom door is a young woman, and on the bed of the bedroom lies an old woman with a yellow complexion, and the smell of herbs permeates the air.

　　 The woman stared at the group of teenagers and shouted: "What are you doing?!"

　　 Her name is Lijaya, according to Filipino custom, she is usually called "joy"

　　 (Filipinos, regardless of gender, age, status, status, all have a catchy nickname, such as Junjun, Dagui, Dingdong, Lingling, Qiaoqiao)

　　 The young man in the red shirt stared at the joy for a while, a smile flashed across his face, pushed him away, came to the bed, and lay down on the ground.

　　 Under the bed, there is a special operations operator lying on his back.

　　 His right arm and left leg have been wounded by bullets, blood is bleeding all over the floor.

　　 The operator struggled hard and tried to pick up the gun. The red shirt hurriedly bounced from the ground, hugged the joy, and shouted under the bed: "If you dare to shoot, she will die!"

　　 After that, the red shirt made a color toward the left and right companions. The two teenagers jumped onto the bed, turned to the other side, turned sideways, and dragged out the operator under the bed.

　　 The operator tried to raise his gun to fight back, but was kicked and kicked the gun in his hand. He also suffered a few kicks on his face, a tooth flew out, and his face instantly swelled.

　　 "Taking off his coat!"

　　 The red shirt let go of joy, and the teenagers happily dragged the operators to the living room.

　　Some people tore off the operator’s body armor and put them on themselves, some wiggled the operator’s walkie-talkie, and some held a heavy pistol to play back and forth.

　　 The red shirt looked at the cheerful companion, turned around, looked at the composing Miss Joy, and said with a wicked smile: "Are you hiding him?"

　　 shook his head happily, looked at this once familiar but now very strange face, and said stiffly: "He has a gun, he intimidated me, Kaka, you should go home."

　　 The teenager nicknamed Kaka looked at the shirt he was wearing and the shriveled but well-defined body under the shirt and licked his lips.

　　Happy is not a drug-related person. She lives in this building simply for the cheap rent here.

　　 Kaka used to like joy-as an innocent teenager.

　　 But how beautiful the fantasy is, how cruel reality is,

　　Happy, such a woman who has no work, how can she support herself and even have money to treat her seriously ill mother.

　　 The answer is self-evident.

　　 Kaka stared at joy, his eyes were a little red, joy seemed to be aware of something, some trembling body paused,

　　 She said with difficulty: "Don't be in the bedroom."

　　 Kaka grinned, put the machete on the belt around her waist, and took joy to the balcony.

　　 At this time, the group of teenagers were still punching and kicking at the operator. After hearing no screams, they took up the machete unconsciously, preparing to cut off the operator's head.

　　 da——

　　 Gunshots, short and decisive gunshots, rang from the door frame.

　　 There stood a black barrel.

　　 The boy who was about to slash with a machete was shot headshot, his body convulsed, and fell to the ground.

　　 Before this group of teenagers could digest the death in front of them, there was a gunshot.

　　 The second person fell to the ground at the answer, also with a shot headshot, with blood and fog.

　　 The companion who was splashed with something red and white on his face just wanted to scream, when he was hit on the bridge of his nose by a bullet floating from nowhere, and his entire face was sunken.

　　 da, da, da, da.

　　 One bullet, one gunshot, one life.

　　 When did the teenagers in the living room endure this kind of fear? They either climbed on the ground to the sofa, or stood up and ran towards the bedroom.

　　 But the muzzle standing on the side of the door frame, as if it had eyes, tracked the trajectory of their body, and delivered the warhead firmly and gently.

　　The gunshots finally stopped, and the living room was full of corpses. At this time, it was less than three seconds after the first shot.

　　 On the balcony, Kaka, who was still tearing his belt, squatted on the ground with joy.

　　 In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony, there happened to be a pile of cardboard boxes with some sundries inside.

　　 Step, step, step.

　　 The footsteps of army boots stomping on a pool of blood sounded in the living room. Li Ang sniffed the strong **** smell and muttered to himself: "There is still one missing."

　　 is still one short,

　　 On the balcony, Kaka's body trembled suddenly. He took out his pistol and pressed it against the cardboard box to shoot.

　　 However, there was no one in the living room, and Kaka subconsciously looked up and saw that Li Ang had already stuck to the edge of the balcony sometime.

　　 The black hole of the pistol muzzle was facing Kaka's forehead. At this moment Kaka thought of many things.

His father who abandoned his wives and children and didn’t know where he was fooling around, and the mother who was so tired that he died of illness by doing laundry to make money for the family~www.readwn.com~ the brother who followed his **** all day, that The so-called "gang brother" who gave himself a piece of colored stickers and dragged himself into the abyss...

　　 Those people, those things.

　　 If that day, he did not accept the colored stickers handed to him by the gang brother, maybe he would not get addicted to school, and would not drop out of school, and he would live in this **** apartment with his brother who should have a bright future.

　　 If he was given another chance, he would definitely study hard as his mother told him before his death, and take his brother to find a decent job in the city.

　　 Ah, I almost forgot, his brother is also dead. He is in the living room, the one holding the knife just now.

Snapped--

　　 The dull sound of the silenced pistol sounded, and a blood hole appeared on Kaka's forehead, and his face was still solidified with a young and pleasing smile.

　　 Another corpse fell to the ground. Li Ang didn't even look at it. He squatted on the ground, his face covered with blood, and said with unspeakable joy because of excessive fright: "Are you okay."

　　 "Ah, I, I'm okay," stammered joyfully.

　　 "Very good." Li Ang nodded, walked back to the living room, dragged the operator with a swollen nose from the pile of corpses, helped him bandage the wound, and placed it on the living room sofa.

　　 "Help me take care of him."

　　 Li Ang casually ordered, "Wait when the gunshots are completely silent, you can send him to the hospital."

　　 "Uh, all right."

　　 joyfully nodded his head like pounding garlic, watching Li Ang expertly plucked off grenades, shock bombs, rifle clips and other equipment from the corpses of the boys, and pushed the door to leave.