Chapter 6 Who is Willing to Follow Me

This person is also known to Tang Fang, Byron Alonso, the leader of the "Apollo" pirate crew, who has plundered countless imperial transport ships. He was later captured due to betrayal by his subordinates. It is rumored that his ancestors were indeed earls, and regarding the bags under his eyes, they are merely a result of his lowly and vulgar bad taste

A man with a cross-shaped scar on his forehead walked slowly, the sand scattering under the tread of his military boots. As he passed by Tang Fang, he squinted, a glint of cold light flashing in his pupils

A disheveled middle-aged man, with stubble as hard as steel nails, wore an expression of unusual calmness. Not even the most venomous curses, the wildest shouts, or the splattering blood stirred the slightest ripple in his deadpan eyes

The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, rhythmic and regular, yet for those in front of Tang, each step felt as if it were pressing against their chests, an invisible pressure forcing them to scatter to the sides

Bang

A young man with half of his face burned, resembling a demon from hell, is laughing, cackling, his laughter akin to the hooting of an owl, hoarse and cruel

The scene was in chaos, but Tang Fang noticed that only three individuals remained remarkably calm, while the other assailants kept their distance from them as if they were avoiding a plague

Hawson's sense of smell has always been keen, and he is likely to have discovered something

This bizarre scene startled several prisoners nearby, and the scruffy man also cast a surprised glance at him

The originally reddish-brown surface has turned even redder, as the setting sun casts its light on the faces of the crowd, fierce and bloodthirsty like a wild beast

As for their hairstyles, that is the personal preference of the warden

Tang Fang turned a deaf ear to these discussions. Seeing that the majority had already chosen their weapons, he then strode towards the weapon cabinet.

Sand, sand...

Accompanied by a series of wails, a sturdy man with a square face and thick eyebrows was half-lying on the ground, crawling backward. In front of him was a short man, who was significantly shorter than him, tightly gripping a dagger and stabbing it into the sturdy man's belly, creating one bloody hole after another: "Is it satisfying? You have always bullied me, damn you, what does it matter if you are strong? In the end, it’s just a matter of the knife going in white and coming out red"

Hawson did not take action, yet he was surprisingly intimidated by a single remark from the other party

What is Haosen afraid of? That kid is clearly unarmed, a single strike could easily take his life

If I were you, I would not do this

There was a white man with eye bags, whose demeanor was as elegant as that of a noble from the Sauron Empire. He had discarded an automatic rifle to the side and was casually wiping a slender dagger, glinting with a cold light, on his prison uniform.

Only after the last person had exited the cabin did he rise leisurely to disembark

After the "ka" sound, the rear cargo door closed, and the engine of the sand scorpion armed transport helicopter started. It waited to ascend to an altitude of 1,000 meters before opening the belly compartment to drop an armored box, and then accelerated away

Damn it, I told you not to push me, but you didn't listen, so go ahead and seek your own demise

One by one, bald men descended from the armed transport helicopter. A few of them passed by him, not forgetting to give him a sneer, while one of the two women, adorned with a black tulip tattoo on her chest, threw him a flirtatious glance and sent a kiss his way

The conflict has finally ceased, as no one wishes to spend the night on the ground

In the past, with a dull thud of "bang," the box fell to the ground. After a burst of air, the box opened, revealing a plethora of military-standard equipment: M-505 automatic rifles, temperature-regulated combat suits, night vision goggles, gas masks, and medical gel.

Just as everyone was scrambling for weapons and equipment, a sudden sound of a woman's moan came from a distance. Tang Fang glanced sideways and saw the woman who had initially cast flirtatious glances at him now rolling naked with a man whose right arm was tattooed with a large lizard, completely disregarding the gazes of the crowd, whether they were playful, disdainful, or lewd.

All of them are veterans who have fought in wars, possessing an instinctive premonition of death. On the battlefield, this premonition has saved him countless times. Although he does not understand why the unarmed Tang Fang brings him such a sense of oppression, he does not dare to take risks. After all, he has just escaped from that dark little box, and he certainly does not want to meet the King of Hell without even having a sip of tequila.

哦，耶……耶……

Four dead and one injured; if the injured one cannot be sent back to the base immediately, it is feared that they may not see the sun of tomorrow.

His name is Grosso. In Tang Yan's memory, there is information about this person: a gunner from the former "Sperm Whale" fleet, the culprit behind the explosion of the Jean Space Station

The crowd, who originally looked at each other with disdain, all had red eyes and surged forward like a swarm. Tang Fang coldly watched them without making a move

The seatbelts automatically unlocked, one bald head after another opened its eyes and stood up. The air was filled with a frenzied atmosphere, as if countless ravenous beasts were opening their mouths, revealing their foul-smelling fangs.

Tap, tap

A gunshot rang out, blood splattered, and a gaunt man fell backward.

A total of thirty-two individuals, consisting of thirty men and two women, along with Tang Fang, comprise the entire team executing the "Butcher Operation"

I will wait here for ten minutes. Those who remain will signify their willingness to follow me. Those who do not wish to leave with me may depart now.

Everyone was taken aback by a single remark. Standing here, who among us has not had blood on their hands? When it comes to temperament, we are all quite unruly. Yet, compared to them, this kid is even more of a hothead, actually taking that ridiculous title of commander seriously. Who here is not a tough character that can urinate three yards against the wind? Is he out of his mind?

Tang Fang returned everyone's gaze with a cold stare; he was not a dough to be kneaded at will, nor was he a foolish man who could not even keep his legs together

Tang Fang's cold voice exploded in his ears, causing the man to be momentarily stunned. The hand that was reaching for the trigger inexplicably fell back down. He suddenly had a gut feeling that if his hand moved forward just half an inch more, it would not be that kid who would die, but definitely him.

Tang Fang walked to the weapons cabinet, organized his personal equipment, picked up an automatic rifle, secured the magazine, and holding the infrared sensor, turned and walked to a nearby sand dune. He opened the water canister and took a couple of sips, then turned to check the sky, realizing that nightfall was not far off.

Indeed, that young man is an active-duty soldier and also the nominal commander of this operation. God knows whether the military has equipped him with any secret weapons.

"Are we not fighting anymore?" Tang Fang stood up, his gaze sweeping over the crowd as he said calmly, "I do not wish to be your commander, nor do I have the inclination to manage you. For those who are unwilling to follow me, do as you please; for those who wish to follow me, I cannot guarantee their safety either."

Click, click...

Taking a deep breath, he walked away and sat down on a bare rock in the distance

These are all murderers, from those who can blow up a space station to those who commit home invasions and highway robberies; in short, there is not a single good person among them, and they exude a strong stench of blood from head to toe

Ah, ah, ah