booktalesy Chapter 272 Deterrence
Chapter 272 Deterrence
There was no warning whatsoever.
Lin Fan's body disappeared on the spot.
By the time everyone present realized what had happened, the assault rifle in the bearded man's hand had disappeared.
And the gun was now in Lin Fan's hands.
At this moment, although Lin Fan did not activate the Black Scales, his current physical condition was not something that ordinary people in front of him could contend with.
At this moment, he stood quietly in front of the bearded man, looking at him indifferently.
Quiet.
A deathly silence.
Everyone present was staring intently at him.
However, this brief silence lasted only about two seconds.
Then came an unprecedented panic that gripped everyone's hearts.
At this moment, in their understanding, Lin Fan's speed of action, which far exceeded that of ordinary people, was completely inhuman.
But now, it's not human...
There is only one thing.
Upon realizing this, one of the rioters screamed in terror.
"Shoot! Shoot now, he's an infected monster..."
In an instant, the thug's shout was like a play button being pressed, and someone subconsciously pulled the trigger.
bang bang bang-
A series of gunshots rang out.
The bullet struck Lin Fan in the chest instantly.
One shot, two shots, three shots.
Then a burst of gunfire erupted in the night sky; at least seven or eight people opened fire simultaneously.
Lin Fan was shot and forced to take two steps back.
His clothes were riddled with bullet holes—his chest, abdomen, and shoulders.
He looked down at the bullet holes in his body, but no blood was flowing out of them.
All that's left are pitch-black scales.
Ding ding dong—
The sound of the bullet falling was crisp and piercing.
This bizarre scene plunged the entire camp into silence once again.
The thugs stared at the unbelievable scene before them, their hands holding guns trembling.
The bearded man's pupils contracted sharply, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single complete word.
"You... what the hell are you...?"
"I?"
Lin Fan stretched his neck and casually tossed the assault rifle he was holding onto the ground.
"Didn't I say before that I'm Chinese?"
As he spoke, he took a step forward.
By this time, no one was firing anymore.
Not wanting, but not dare.
The burst of bullets that hit him didn't cause him any harm other than tearing his clothes.
Anyone would find it hard to remain calm in such a situation.
"I'll give you two choices."
Ignoring the fear of the crowd, Lin Fan stopped in the middle of the field and looked around.
"First, put the gun down. I'm in a good mood today and don't want to kill anyone."
"second……"
He didn't say what the second option was.
But the expression on his face said it all.
The silence lasted for about five seconds.
Some of the rioters threw their guns on the ground.
Once there's a first one, there will naturally be a second, and then a third.
In an instant, the sound of guns hitting the ground echoed throughout the rioters' camp, like dominoes falling.
The bearded man gripped the pistol at his waist tightly, his whole body trembling.
"What...what exactly do you want?"
"I told you, I don't want to kill anyone," Lin Fan said, looking at him. "But if you don't take your hand off the gun, I might have to change my mind."
The bearded man closed his eyes briefly and loosened his grip.
The pistol fell to the ground.
"very good."
Lin Fan turned around and looked at Zhao Peng and Shen Wei.
The two men were staring at him in shock.
To be precise, it was more than just shock.
Zhao Peng's professionalism allowed him to quickly regain his composure, but the shock in his eyes had not completely subsided, and he was still deeply wary.
Shen Wei was still holding the gun, but she no longer knew who to point it at.
"You two are not bad," Lin Fan said. "You've got guts, and you're quite agile. What did you do before?"
Zhao Peng paused for a second before answering.
"Security team accompanying military attachés stationed abroad."
"Where is she?"
"Same."
They're definitely professionals.
Lin Fan nodded, then looked at the eleven ordinary people.
Some of them were crying, some had collapsed to the ground, and some were still in a daze.
"Don't cry."
Lin Fan's tone wasn't gentle, but it wasn't particularly fierce either.
"It's safe now. You know Raccoon City, right?"
No one answered.
The man in the plaid shirt raised his hand: "I...I heard it on the radio."
"That's fine. You guys go to Raccoon City yourselves later. There's food, water, and defense there; it's a million times better than this wretched place."
Zhao Peng stepped forward: "Are you from Raccoon City?"
"More or less," Lin Fan said. "Raccoon City is my territory."
Zhao Peng and Shen Wei exchanged another glance.
Their identities clearly indicated they knew more about Raccoon City than others, but what they didn't expect was...
Raccoon City...
It's actually his territory?
Is the stronghold that established the only safe zone in the apocalypse the territory of this seemingly carefree young man in front of me?
Isn't this just too outrageous?
Zhao Peng didn't press further, but his expression had changed.
What began as initial shock has evolved into something more complex.
"And what about these people?"
Shen Wei pointed to the rioters who had already surrendered.
Lin Fan glanced at the group of thugs sprawled on the ground and thought for a moment.
Kill him? There's no need.
Although these people have guns, they are essentially just ordinary people trying to survive in the apocalypse. What they did was not ethical, but it did not warrant killing them.
Moreover...
At least they didn't mistreat the Chinese.
"Take their guns and all their ammunition," Lin Fan told Zhao Peng. "Leave them three days' worth of food and water."
"Then what?"
"And then?" Lin Fan glanced at the bearded man. "And then there was nothing more."
Upon hearing his answer, both Zhao Peng and his companion broke out in a cold sweat.
Good guy.
You truly have a benevolent heart.
What's the difference between what you're doing and killing them?
Of course, neither of them raised any objections.
The bearded man's lips moved, but he didn't speak.
As long as you don't die for now, there will always be a chance to survive.
Lin Fan ignored him and turned to walk out of the camp.
"Zhao Peng, find a few drivable cars. There are too many people; my Hummer can't fit them all."
"Received." Zhao Peng's reply was straightforward.
Just as Lin Fan stepped out of the camp gate, the man in the plaid shirt caught up with him.
"Um... thank you."
Lin Fan turned around and glanced at him.
"You're welcome. Just do your part in Raccoon City as a way of thanking me."
The man in the plaid shirt paused for a moment, then smiled for the first time in days.
Soon, Zhao Peng and his group confiscated the rioters' weapons.
Just as everyone was about to leave, Zhao Peng couldn't help but ask again:
"Are you really the ruler of Raccoon City?"
"Why doesn't it look like it?"
"It's not that it doesn't resemble the image, it's that it's simply impossible."
"Don't worry, Chinese people don't lie to other Chinese people. I'm the one who calls the shots in Raccoon City."
Zhao Peng remained silent for a while.
"What kind of ability did you have to get shot so many times?"
"Superpowers." Lin Fan yawned. "What, you want to learn?"
"Well……"
Zhao Peng hadn't expected Lin Fan to speak so erratically, and he was a little lost trying to keep up with his pace. But seeing that Lin Fan showed no intention of leaving with them, he couldn't help but ask,
"Aren't you going back?"
"I have other things to do. Don't worry, there was no danger on the way here."