Marvel Road to Survival

Chapter 218 Give him what he deserves

The two Molotov cocktails showed off the black man's solid basketball skills. They exploded on the driver's back. The gasoline fire was so intense that he was burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

"Damn it, burn you to death, what did you do to Kevin? What did you do to Kevin?"

The man burned his body in flames and let out a low roar. He turned around and locked the target with one glance. He counted the time and he still had time to eliminate this threat before the flames made him incapacitated.

Pyroman launched a charge, and the black boy stared blankly at the man rushing towards him with his whole body on fire. He was so frightened that he had no chance to react. The man rushed forward and punched him, and with the help of With inertia, he smashed the little brother's head with one punch. Blood and flesh were scattered everywhere, leaving only a scalp with dreadlocks flying far away.

With a pop, the man fell first. The flames had already caused him to lose his balance. His vision was blurred. Before he lost consciousness, he saw the curly-haired boy lying next to him. This young man was trying to disembowel him with a dagger. He wasn't kicked to death, he was getting up

The headless corpse of the black man fell down, blood still pouring from his chest. The driver looked at the boy who got up and staggered towards the commercial vehicle. The driver made a strange gurgling sound in his throat and seemed to be struggling to get up. However, the flames burned even bigger, drowning his sight. After a burst of With unnatural twitching, the driver lost all movement.

Vanessa climbed out of the car. She stood quietly, staring at the staggering boy. The boy was walking towards her and might fall at any time.

"I can give you double what they gave you. Now, stop you."

A small Browning small-caliber pistol appeared in Vanessa's hand. She raised her chin, held the gun in both hands, and pointed it at Kevin.

The boy didn't seem to hear anything, but still walked forward resolutely. His body tilted to one side, and he looked extremely unbalanced, like a zombie walking around.

The woman fired, and there were only four bullets in the Browning. She shot them all at once. Vanessa regretted that she had not practiced shooting seriously. From a distance of more than ten meters, all four bullets were missed.

Kevin opened his mouth, walked up to the woman, looked at the trembling lamb, took the small pistol from her hand, and knocked her to the ground with a backhand shot.

One hand was groping in his trouser pocket, and he took out his cell phone. He saw that it had been kicked to pieces by the driver in the fight. Kevin looked around, trying to find if any of his guys could move. Order the guy to make a call.

The car lights came on at the corner of the street. A German car drove slowly and stopped in front of Kevin. Two big white men got out of the back seat. Without saying a word, they picked up Vanessa and left.

"Put her down." Kevin covered his injured left rib with one hand and stood in front of the two of them.

One of the big white men glanced at him and held the headset on his ear: "Mr. Orlando, the little bird is somewhat protective of its food."

Kevin's voice was unmistakable, and he stretched out his palm: "I said, put her down. One hundred thousand dollars, not a penny less, Randy Orlando promised me face to face."

The two big white men looked at each other and laughed contemptuously. Mr. Orlando's voice came from the headset: "Then give him what he deserves."

The man hung up the communication, returned to the car, picked up a black plastic bag, walked up to Kevin and patted him on the shoulder: "Good job, little guy."

Inside the bag were rolls of Franklins, large denomination dollar bills. Kevin lowered his head to count, and the gun went off. Another person shot Kevin twice in the chest and abdomen, knocking him to the ground. The black plastic bag was lifted up, and the banknotes inside were scattered on the ground.

Vanessa watched coldly, without any surprise, and the two of them stuffed her into the back seat. The woman quickly glanced sideways at the Toyota Alpha lying there, licked her lips, and curled up into a sneer.

The car drove away from the neighborhood after the chaos, leaving corpses on the ground. When the car lights faded away, lights in the side buildings on the street came on. People quietly looked at all this. Police sirens rang in the distance, and the NYPD was belatedly arriving.

In the darkness in the distance, the church was lit up with lights, the cross on the steeple was illuminated, the side door was opened from the inside, and an old priest stuck his head out and looked around carefully to confirm that the fight was over and the street was safe.

He waved behind him and trotted towards the scene of the gunfight. Then a middle-aged nun followed out. She carried a flashlight and a first-aid kit on her back, and followed the priest to the scene of the accident.

"Oh God, they, they are still children." The old priest couldn't bear to look at the tragic situation on the ground, and crossed himself on his chest. He resisted the feeling of vomiting and followed the nuns to check if there were any survivors. They could have been rescued earlier. The injured will have a little more vitality.

"This child, he is still alive"

The nun found Kevin lying on the ground. He was gathering up the banknotes scattered on the ground with his helpless arms, trying to hold them all in his arms. The blood-stained dollars were shocking. The bloody Franklin was the world's most beautiful person. Dirty stuff.

The middle-aged nun knelt on the ground and tried to use gauze to stop Kevin's bleeding. He lost too much blood and his consciousness was blurred. The boy's mouth was slurred and mixed with blood as he said: "My mother, her name is Elena. She is in Belishe." Apartment No. 503, for the love of God, give these to her."

Kevin pointed with difficulty at the rolls of banknotes in his arms with his chin, his delicate face covered with blood. The nun didn't respond. She just pressed hard on the bleeding spot and straightened his body.

After the priest checked everyone, they were all fatally wounded and had lost their lives. He then got into the overturned Toyota Alfa, confirmed that no one was in the car, and returned to the nun to ask about the boy's condition.

The nun saw the priest bringing back a black suitcase and didn't ask any more questions. She just continued her work and asked the priest if there were any other injured people.

She quickly confirmed the boy's injuries. There were two penetrating injuries to the chest and abdomen, but no internal organs were injured. His left rib was fractured. After simple hemostasis, the boy stabilized, but his face became very pale and his temperature dropped. is lowering.

"There is no one else, they are all dead"

The priest shook his head and sighed: "Officer Misty has been on vacation recently, and the vigilantes have not been on duty for a long time. This kind of thing happened in front of the church, God."

"You shouldn't take their things, it will get us into trouble." The nun couldn't help but say.

"Today's dinner, I was eating pasta at the restaurant across from Good Night. I saw someone going in there and carrying this box when they came out. My intuition made me feel that this box was extraordinary. Leaving it here might cause greater trouble. , we should give it to Matt or Luke."

"No, it can't be Matthew." The nun suddenly became excited.

The priest waved his hand quickly: "I know he can no longer live that kind of life. Defender, I will hand it over to the defenders."

The nun didn't say anything. Matthew was more important to her than anything else. She didn't want to argue on this issue: "We can't wait for the ambulance to get here. This child needs a blood transfusion as soon as possible. He won't last long."

She thought for a moment and then decisively asked the priest to lift Kevin together: "Go back to the church. There are complete equipment in the basement. The nuns should be able to provide a matching blood source. He can't wait any longer."