Fellah, thirty-six years old, Gaulish.
He was one of Roder's dozen or so confidants.
And he was the captain who, on Roder's orders, led ten snowmobiles and twenty companions to hunt.
He was also the one who suggested tearing the rabbit into five pieces.
The annihilation of the Tanaka family had enraged Roder and everyone else, and their hatred for the Easterners had surpassed their fear that their own homes might be targeted for retaliation by the White-bellied Birds.
Roder and the others had merely killed many foolish Easterners, making them regret coming into this world as they died, and leaving their bodies to be exposed in the wilderness after death.
They hadn't done anything else—
Why would the White-bellied Birds retaliate against their families!?
If they dared, let the White-bellied Birds come to Blackwater Forest!
To retaliate against their wives and daughters instead of daring to fight on the battlefield was the act of cowards.
It was the most despicable!
To make the White-bellied Birds regret, or rather, to prevent the White-bellied Birds from harming another family, they decided to escalate the level of killing.
And so came the dismemberment.
Exhilarating.
It was simply exhilarating!
The moment the rabbit was torn into five pieces, Fellah and the others pounded their chests with their fists and let out the manliest roars to the heavens.
Without a moment's pause, they relayed this most brutal scene to their great leader, Roder.
Roder, without the slightest hesitation, shouted loudly, "Excellent, excellent, excellent!" and sent the video to the dark web.
The dark web here specifically referred to the "Dark Web" website!
As long as you had money—
You could buy anything on this website, including weapons, beautiful women, or even hearts and kidneys.
And the dark web held a death game every six months.
They would recruit twenty people with a large sum of money, divide them into two groups, place them on an island or in another isolated environment, and have them fight to the death (these were basically death row inmates from major prisons; who would do this normally?).
The surviving group would receive a huge cash prize.
The process of the two groups fighting to the death would be broadcast live.
Anyone who wanted to watch the live broadcast had to first become a member of this show.
According to incomplete statistics—
At its peak, the number of paying members worldwide for the dark web's death games reached tens of millions!
Roder sold the video of the rabbit being dismembered to the dark web.
The "salary" he received was also considerable.
Roder would generously reward Fellah, who came up with this brilliant idea.
Fellah was filled with passion—
He continued to lead his team, leisurely pursuing another target.
He had decided!
When they captured the King, they wouldn't dismember him.
Instead, they would play with him carefully.
After all, dismemberment was too quick, and the enthusiastic audience surely wouldn't get their fill.
Lingchi.
Fellah thought of this ancient torture.
It involved wrapping the condemned person tightly in a net, allowing their muscles to bulge through the mesh, and then carving off pieces of flesh with a knife.
While cutting off the flesh, they would administer IV fluids to the King.
This would ensure he lived for a very long time.
The video could be made to last over three hours!
This would earn more money.
"It's a shame he's a man. If it were a woman, the viewership for lingchi would definitely explode."
Fellah suddenly thought of Chu Yingying, whom Qin Zhou had timely rescued a few days ago, and felt regret.
But a true man would never dwell on past events.
After all, as long as they firmly held their ground in Blackwater Forest, those foolish Easterners would come running one after another.
The hope of capturing a woman alive and filming a lingchi spectacle was over 90% !
"Let's lynch this person first and see how much the video sells."
As Fellah thought this, he saw a motorcycle suddenly appear ahead.
The headlights shone clearly.
Fellah and the others all saw with their own eyes that the motorcycle rider had captured the target and was speeding towards them.
"Who is this brother?"
"How did he get ahead of us?"
"He's probably one of the brothers guarding the north, heard the commotion and came to join the fun."
"Roar, roar, roar!"
Fellah and the others thought this, stood up from their motorcycles, raised their firearms, and let out wolf-like cheers.
"Bring this person to the container (temporary dormitory) and lynch him!"
Fellah roared excitedly at Gao Lingwang, who was speeding towards them.
Whizz—
Bang!!!
The answer to Fellah was a bullet.
The bullet, worth two and a half yuan, cared not that it had once belonged to the Roder Group (it was brought by Tanaka Gen when he was in a hurry to go home, for Gao Lingwang), but with a speed exceeding 500 meters per second, it traced a pale blue trajectory under the starry sky and unceremoniously kissed Fellah's forehead.
A headshot.
This was Gao Lingwang's marksmanship!
Blood splattered—
Fellah, standing on the motorcycle, his massive body, like a piece of dead pork, toppled headfirst from the vehicle onto the ground.
Huh?
What happened!?
Fellah's seven companions, witnessing their hero, Fellah, fall heroically, were all instinctively stunned.
The heroes were stunned.
Gao Lingwang was not!
He continued to pull the trigger—
If the beautiful Wei Wan were present, and saw her gentlemanly and elegant Brother Gao, while speeding on a motorcycle, still manage to accurately blow the heads off four heroes consecutively, would she be so frightened her little heart would pound erratically, and she'd never dare let him gently caress her tender face again?
Enemies!
These are enemies!!
When the fourth hero's dead pig head gained a bullet hole and toppled from the vehicle to the ground, the other four suddenly snapped back to reality.
They all let out panicked shouts and pounced off their motorcycles.
Using the snowmobiles as cover, they opened fire on Gao Lingwang.
These people were, after all, not ordinary mercenaries.
Their marksmanship, their courage, and especially their cruelty were all outrageously high.
One of them even let out a "croak" like a frog, leaped from the snow, and lunged at Gao Lingwang's back with a speed faster than the snowmobile.
"Get lost!"
With a roar, Gao Lingwang, unable to shoot in time, could only rely on his most primal instinct, twist his body, swing his fist, and fiercely meet this frog.
He couldn't shoot either.
Because even if one shot could blow the frog's head off, the frog's corpse, with its momentum, would knock him off the motorcycle.
Gao Lingwang, with a knee injury, would surely die if he landed!
But swinging his fist was different.
Gao Lingwang could completely use his iron fist to punch this frog, which was pouncing from above, right out of the air!!
Bang—
And as Gao Lingwang expected, his punch landed heavily on the frog's chest.
Croak!
As the frog-like man let out a shrill croak, his right foot also fiercely kicked Gao Lingwang's right rib cage.
Crack.
Gao Lingwang's punch shattered the frog's sternum.
Because he was on the motorcycle and holding a King in his arms, unable to dodge, Gao Lingwang's right ribs were also broken by the frog's kick.
Gao Lingwang's vision went black from the pain, and he dared not linger for a moment longer. Gritting his teeth, he slammed on the accelerator and sped towards the forest.
"As long as my speed is fast enough, the enemy's bullets won't be able to lock onto me!"
Gao Lingwang understood this principle well.
He flattened himself as much as possible, pushing the snowmobile's throttle to the limit.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
The remaining three enemies, on two motorcycles, pursued relentlessly and fired continuously.
Bullets, tracing pale blue death trajectories, whizzed past Gao Lingwang.
The closest one grazed his ear.
The situation was extremely urgent.
Even more urgent was—
Enemy reinforcements had arrived.
And at least three miniature "Grim Reaper" drones had already arrived overhead.
They began to fire precise shots at Gao Lingwang.
Even further away, more enemies were roaring and charging towards them.
An encirclement.
An absolute encirclement!
"Give me the gun!"
The King, lying on Gao Lingwang's knee, roared and snatched the pistol: "You drive, focus on driving!"
Bang.
Bang bang!
With a gun in hand, the King, while the motorcycle was speeding, fired repeatedly.
His eyes were sharp, filled with the longing for a beautiful tomorrow!!
Three shots—
But he missed every enemy.
It wasn't that the King's marksmanship was poor.
It was simply that his marksmanship was not good—
No.
It was precisely because the snowmobiles, both friend and foe, had pushed their speeds to the absolute limit.
Especially when the four-wheeled snowmobiles occasionally bumped and flew through the air for seven or eight meters, even the best marksman couldn't lock onto a target.
Even the three drones in the sky couldn't lock onto Gao Lingwang, right?
Beep beep!
The sound of a car horn came from hundreds of meters away.
The enemy had deployed a pickup truck carrying a high-speed machine gun.
Da, dada!
The machine gun roared.