Chapter 5: Killing

Kicking in doors was something James was best at. He was tall and fat, the heavyweight of the team, but he always felt light and weak on the moon, and the feeling of six or seven meters in one step was not as wonderful as one might think.

In order to overcome the low gravity of the moon, he hung four hundred kilograms of lead strips all over his body, which now came in handy.

Four hundred kilograms! It sounds a bit exaggerated, plus his whole body, there is close to half a ton of mass. But on the moon, it is similar to the weight of one hundred and seventy or eighty pounds on earth, it is nothing.

James clenched his hands into fists, suddenly laughed and kicked the door, only to hear a loud "bang", the door hissed horribly under the powerful force, he actually kicked the door over!

The bald man closest to the door was squirming happily on top of the woman. For more than ten years, in this shitty place for more than ten years, the bald man feels that he is about to mold, finally caught this opportunity to revenge, as for the destruction of the earth, what the hell, I am not still alive?

The woman beneath him was wailing miserably, and how wonderful the sound was, intoxicating him beyond measure.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang at the door, and the bald man shivered and a brain leaked out.

"Which pouncing boy?" He just cursed out of his mouth, he pulled out a pistol and shot towards the door, but before he could pull the trigger, a rifle bullet pierced his skull.

Oliver fired at a rate, without ceremony, and a battle broke out abruptly.

"The boss is dead!" Several punks scrambled to grab their guns and fight back. But these mobs had no professional training and had only been given guns for a few days, how could they compare with professional soldiers?

The two dozen or so rifles outside the door were firing wildly, and they didn't hold back in any way, what with all the surrender and pleas for mercy, it didn't matter.

At first there was sporadic resistance, but as long as the head, will soon be attacked by fire. After only two minutes of work, it turned into a one-sided massacre, a few quick to react still want to escape, but how can people escape the bullets?

"We are the Third Brigade of the Earth Alliance, the First Special Forces!" Oliver stepped into the doorway and yelled, "Get on the wall, put your hands on your head, surrender your guns and don't kill!" After killing a large part of the mob, they were finally scared out of their wits and raised their hands to face the wall, no longer daring to resist.

The team's marksmanship was undoubtedly superb and did not injure a single innocent person. The woman lying on the ground froze for a while before she realized that someone had come to her rescue. It's safe, it's safe! Like waking up from a dream, suddenly they all lost their voices and cried out in pain. Many of them hugged the special team members tightly and never let go.

They were so stimulated that they had a strong sense of insecurity, and only by holding on so tightly did they have a sense of being alive.

"Wade, you lead the men to keep an eye on these criminals!"

"Yes!"

"You, and a few of you, take these victims out."

"Aye, Captain!"

Oliver walked up to a woman, helped her get dressed, and asked, "What's your name? Is there any family over here?"

The result was only a whimpering cry in response, and he found that the woman just kept crying and couldn't say a word.

"My side seems to be having a mental breakdown."

"My side too ..."

This is the instinctive reaction of people after great stimulation, some will have selective amnesia, some will have emotional breakdowns, some even go into direct shock, these are all possible, only time can soothe these wounds.

"Captain, there is a basement here!" Someone called out.

Oliver's heart moved, rushed over, he "bang" pulled open the iron door of the basement, a strong smell of blood. He frowned and cautiously peeked down.

Waiting to see the scene inside, even the experienced Oliver also amazed: more than forty men were locked in prison, have been tortured beyond human form.

The worst was a tall man, one of his eyes had been blinded, leaving only a black bloody hole, one of his ears had been cut off, his chest and stomach had a large amount of blood, only the non-stop heaving chest represented him - still alive.

"Mark, Mark! Wake up!" This man he knew, was the captain of the moon security forces!

Oliver immediately took out the bandages from the package, simply bandaged a few times, and took out a bottle of mineral water, pinched this man's throat and shook a few mouthfuls of water down. Immediately after, the man coughed a few times, hazily opened his eyes, one of his eyes lost in Oliver, for a long time before he had focus.

"Yu, Oliver?" Mark was startled, and coughed violently a few more times, "How did you get here? Oh ... I see, you guys came here on the Atlantis, right, it's the only chance to survive, how are the people out there?"

"The mob outside has been subdued, however, no Calvin was found. How did you guys end up in this situation?" Oliver asked, how could a group of soldiers be captured when there were less than a hundred mobs out there with little combat power?

Mark smiled miserably, his right eye had lost its light forever, and one of his ears had been cut off, the strong man couldn't help but tremble slightly in pain.

It turned out that the death row organization rate led by Calvin took advantage of the Earth's explosion and the crowd's chaos, and organized and planned to poison the food, thus capturing the entire security forces in one fell swoop. They then imprisoned all the soldiers in this prison.

"We also settled down for too long before ...," Mark said chagrined, "the ruling officers were all killed as well ... "

After Calvin held them here, the security forces in the base completely disappeared, human society began to chaos, especially the more than 1,000 death row inmates, they have been repressed for too long under the oppressive rule, the most evil side of human nature finally completely erupted. They opened smash-and-grab, kill and set fire to vent the tyrannical desires of their hearts.

And a group of death row inmates happened to find the place where Mark and the others were being held, so they tortured them inhumanely ...

"So, Calvin just kept you guys in custody and didn't torture you?" Oliver asked after thinking about it.

"Yes!" Mark's teeth chattered a little, and he hated those mobs outside even more.

Oliver released more than forty injured soldiers from the prison one by one, some of them were lightly injured and still had some fighting power. "Captain Mark, is there still fighting ability? The captives outside will be yours first!" He smoothly pulled out a pistol and shoved it into Mark's hand.

Immediately after that, Oliver came out of the basement and ordered, "First special forces all gather, lay out the task: five of you, 3 o'clock direction ... five of you, 12 o'clock direction ... and you, 9 o'clock direction ... the rest, come with me! Mission objective: purge the mob. "

"One hour later, gather in front of the central building!" The chaotic world with a heavy code, sinking disease under the fierce medicine, at this time, even if more people are killed, can not care so much.