Chapter 137

Chapter 137: The Earth’s Wastelands (10)

Translator: Sigma Editor: Sigma

Feng Bujue stopped in front of Hank . It seemed that he want to say something, but he didn’t open his mouth to utter anything; instead, he contemplated .

Hank’s face was filled with fear, anxiously looking at that ‘outlander’ without a clue of what the other wanted to do . That kind of short silence Feng Bujue was conducting apparently turned into an invisible pressure…

Approximately 30 seconds later, Feng Bujue took out the pistol from his bag and asked, "Do you know what is this?"

Hank shook his head .

"This is a sort of weapon, very popular in the 20th and 21st century," Feng Bujue said . "I think you know the meaning of the word ‘weapon’, don’t you?"

Hank nodded . "I know, but… Century… what is that?"

Feng Bujue thought, ‘Well, he doesn’t even know this concept… seems that they are enslaved thoroughly…’

Feng Bujue didn't bat an eye . "In other words, this is a weapon that people used 400 or 500 years ago . "

"W-Why… are you telling me this?" Hank was scared .

Feng Bujue laughed coldly . "Just for you to have a concept about this . " He then pointed at the muzzle . "I just need to move my finger, and there’s something called bullet that comes out from this place . Its flying speed is much faster than when the Anti-gravity Launching Device shoot objects . If used to attack a human," he started to scare Hank, "get hit on the head and your brain will explode . Get hit on your body and your limbs can’t move, causing you to bleed nonstop . " He tried to make a spooky face of a madman who was trying to control his temper not to kill people .

Expression was an international language . Moreover, it can cross time . Even if the two of them were one thousand years apart, they could still understand the joy, anger, love or hatred from the other’s face . Thus, Feng Bujue successfully scared the other .

When he came to this part, suddenly, he didn’t talk about the pistol anymore but asked instead, "How many people are there in your village?"

"This… why do you ask about this?" Hank asked him back uneasily .

"What? You don't want to tell me?" Feng Bujue said . "Are you afraid that I’m going to use this gun and attack them?" He knew but tried to ask for it . First, he showed the other a weapon that he didn’t know, then he gave a question about population, so anyone would think about that .

"We… our village has 100,000 people!" Hank seemed to regain his guts as he answered loudly .

"Oh yeah? Ha, ha…" Feng Bujue leisurely smiled as he swayed the pistol in front of Hank . "According to the automatic navigation, we will reach your village in 20 minutes . According to my observation, your village has a strong hostility towards outsiders," he paused then continued, "if they attack us when they see us… There are 1000 shots remaining in my gun . If my success rate is around 60% or 70%, you say how many people will die in your village?"

Having heard that from a distance, Wild Trace Sword Shadow almost slipped out of his seat . He thought, ‘Kid, you really dare to fool people that way . A gun that has 1000 shots? Where to store those bullets? A mysterious-space-magazine? And, even if you actually have 1000 bullets and your arms are strong enough, it will take half an hour to shoot all of the bullets, would the villagers get in line and wait for you to shoot them?’

"No… please . Don’t kill the villagers!" Hank begged, "We only have 5000 people…"

"What! He bought it!" Wild Trace Sword Shadow was stunned inside, but he still tried to look calm, backing the other two and continuing his sustained daze .

"I can promise you not to kill anyone," Feng Bujue said, "but you have to cooperate with us . "

"Sure… sure… what do you want me to do?" Hank was trembling .

"Look, Hank," Feng Bujue’s tone became sincere . This is what we call ‘carrot and stick’ . "No matter what kind of prejudice you have for the ‘outlanders’, you see, my friend and I are not the kind of people who like to kill . Even when you had used the Anti-gravity Launching Device to attack us first, we didn’t kill you, right?"

Hank nodded .

Wild Trace Sword Shadow was shaking his head, muttering, "Although you said that you didn’t kill him, your fatal threat is being upgraded nonstop…"

"We just want to visit your village . After that, we will leave," Feng Bujue continued . "Don’t worry . This is not an inspection . There’s no ‘outlander army’ that will come to attack you . We are just two travelers, who are curious about your village and want to visit you guys . "

Hank was skeptical of his words . He did feel that the possibility of having an ‘outlander army’ wasn’t big . But if he said that these two just wanted to visit his village, he wouldn’t believe it .

"Anyway, your village is obviously hostile to foreigners, and you have a deep-rooted misunderstanding of the mankind outside your village," Feng Bujue was talking while observing Hank’s visage . "Under a normal situation, I think anyone from your village will kill us without asking for a reason, and we will have no chance to communicate . " He shook his head . "Once the conflict happens, I think you know the results . " He rose one arm, pointing at Wild Trace Sword Shadow . "I’m sure that my friend can kill more than 1000 of you with only a cold weapon . "

At this moment, Wild Trace Sword Shadow couldn't hold it anymore as he turned around and said, "Do you think you are playing Dynasty Warriors?"

Well, since Hank couldn't understand what he was saying, Feng Bujue just continued his flow . He spoke up with a somber face . "He meant, to him, killing 1000 people is as easy as harvesting the crops . " [1]

Hank had soon been drenched with cold sweat . Having heard this, the scene where Wild Trace Sword Shadow appeared in front of his eyes like a ghost before immediately played again in his mind, which made him trust the teachings of the village’s consecrators more: outlanders are all demons . They are strong, cunning and good at seducing people . No matter how innocent, vulnerable or beautiful they appear, we have to kill them without hesitating and don’t give them even a chance to talk .

Feng Bujue was still talking, "Believe me, both you and I don’t want to see it happen . " He patted Hank on his shoulder . "You just need to follow our plan to bring us into the village, and I promise I will not touch anyone of you . My friend and I will stay for several hours in your village max . Then we will leave, and you will be free . You can do anything at that time, or you can even send someone chasing after us . " He paused for two seconds; looking at the change in Hank’s countenance, he immediately added, "Perhaps you don’t believe me now, but you have to consider what the result will be if you don’t cooperate . " He turned around with a smile hung on the corner of his mouth . "We don’t have much time left . If you take too much time to consider, the Shark Cabin will arrive where we want, and… at that time, we can only see the situation and act, using force to access…"

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[1] The kind of game Wild Trace Sword Shadow mentioned can literally be translated as mowing grass game (The kind of game that focuses on players can perform mass killing with just one skill, like how one mows their grass . The typical game within this category is Dynasty Warriors) . Therefore, Feng Bujue was just playing around with the words .