When Xin Han stopped the car, the mobs had no more survivors. You can imagine the terrible fire of eight infinite bullets Gatlins at all!

There are no dead corners attacks, let alone these mobs with only steel knives and steel pipes, even those soldiers, except for the close to tanks and the lucky ones of armored vehicles, also died at the gun of Gatling!

Several tanks began to move towards the Hummer. I don’t know what they were thinking, Xin Han directly used car-mounted missiles to blow all the tanks and helicopters into fireballs.

This kind of missile that is only the size of a ballpoint pen will cost tens of thousands of merit values ​​to exchange for one from the system. Xin Han used his attack to consume hundreds of thousands of merit values, which made him feel heartbroken for a long time.

Of course, compared with the gains brought by this massacre, there is still a lot of money.

Suharto looked at the murdered mobs and soldiers with a pale face. He looked at Xin Han beside him. He saw that the other party was full of excitement and crazy expressions, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart: "Devil, madman!"

“So beautiful!”

Xin Han didn't know where to get two glasses of red wine: "Come on Mr. President, let's celebrate for such a beautiful scene!"

As he said that, he stuffed a glass of red wine into Suharto's hands.

Suharto held the red wine in his hand, feeling disgusted, thinking to himself, celebrating your uncle, looking at the scene like purgatory outside the car, and looking at the red wine in his hand, he felt that he was already very cold-blooded if he didn't spit it out. If you drink red wine, what kind of thing are you doing?

The butcher cherished his life very much, so how could he dare to drink the red wine handed over by Xin Han? He immediately said tremblingly: "I don't usually drink..."

Xin Han's eyes were sharp: "Are you not giving me face?"

He held the red wine in his left hand, and the "Glock 18" on his right hand played a fancy job casually, which was not without threat. As a result, he was handsome for only three seconds. If he accidentally got out of his hand, he landed next to the gear, and was near Suharto's position.

At this moment, both of them were stunned!

Suharto was stunned. The temptation was too great. Should he pick it up or not?

Looking at Suharto's eyes filled with suspicion but with longing eyes, Xin Han stared at him with his eyes while drinking the red wine, throwing away the wine glass, lit a cigarette for himself, and then raised his chin: "Do you want to grab the gun?"

"No..." Suharto's heart trembled. Thinking of the terror of the demon king in front of him, he quickly refused and firmly showed that he had never thought so.

Xin Han punched Suharto's head: "Damn, through your eyes, I knew the dirty things in your heart, and I still said no?"

He punched more than ten times in a row, and his fists hurt, and Suharto's face was even more bloody and then he gave up.

Xin Han picked up the 'Glock 18' casually and warned: "Warning you don't drip blood in the car, otherwise you will kill you now!"

Suharto covered his face, nodded repeatedly, and let the blood dripped on his clothes. He had never been so depressed in his life. In his grievances, a dignified president, a famous butcher in history, actually burst into tears.

"I'm holding it back and crying to death!" Xin Han shot another hole in Suharto's head, and the blood continued to flow. The old butcher immediately changed from crying to whimpering in a low voice.

Moreover, he was really afraid of Xin Han, so he quickly took off his coat and wrapped it on his head, making himself look like Ah San, and not letting the blood stay.

This guy's pitiful appearance, in Xin Han's eyes, there is no pity but ridicule and joy.

In order to prevent survivors, Xin Han drove the car and crushed the square twice. Sure enough, there were a lot of merit values. However, the sound of the wheel crushing the flesh and blood made Suharto even more disgusting.

"These are all your citizens, why are you heartbroken?" Xin Han showed a joking smile on the corner of his mouth, and then suddenly slammed Suharto's head with a butt: "This is all your evil deeds. When you killed 300,000 Chinese people, you should have thought of such a day!"

Suharto fainted from being smashed, but before he lost consciousness, when Xin Han mentioned the massacre that year, he knew that retribution had come and he was unlucky.

When the old butcher woke up again, he was awakened because the huge pressure came from his chest, which made him feel that his breathing was getting harder and harder.

I saw a piece of grass in front of me, and the grass grew very tall and reached the tip of his nose.

But when I woke up, I realized that something was wrong. It was not that the grass grew taller, but that he was too low and was buried in the soil, with only one head exposed.

He looked up hard and found that he was in the garden of the Presidential Palace, and he was buried on the lawn where he often enjoyed the cool green space.

The demon was sitting on a recliner not far away smoking a cigarette.

"You...you said you would let me go...you can't kill me!" Suharto said a difficult sentence, his throat dry as if it was about to burst into flames.

Xin Han turned his gaze: "Don't worry, I always say... I don't keep my word!"

After he finished speaking, he patted his thighs and laughed, but it sounded even more terrifying in Suharto's ears than the devil's howling.

Xin Han strode over, and at some point there was a dagger in his hand. Suharto screamed in fright: "I still have money, I'll give you money and you can let me go!"

Xin Han shook his head: "The money is enough. I don't know how to spend the money reasonably. I don't have to worry about me, President!"

While he was speaking, he gently cut a ten-point hole with a dagger on Suharto's head.

Suharto shouted in horror: "What are you going to do? Don't kill me!"

Xin Han ignored him and said to himself: "There is an ancient torture in China called skinning alive!"

He said it in English, so that Suharto could hear it clearly.

"The method is to bury a person in the soil, reveal only one head, cut a cross with a knife on the top of the head, and then pull the scalp away, and pour mercury into it. It is said that the mercury has a heavy weight, which will pull the muscles and skin apart. People buried in the soil will twist in pain and cannot break free. Finally, the body will be picked out of the soil, leaving only a piece of skin in the soil..."

"I have never known the authenticity of this method, so I just want to try it out!"

Xin Han pulled the edge of Shizi's knife with his hand and exchanged a large bottle of mercury directly from the system. Looking at Suharto, who was frightened to the point of distortion on his face, he said softly: "Don't worry, if the method works, you will jump out in a while!"

After saying that, he started pouring mercury into the knife.

However, what disappointed Xin Han was that although the mercury was filled with wounds, it did not penetrate into the flesh as the legendary ones, which made him wonder if he could kill the old butcher.

Of course, he still had a little patience. He exchanged a few side dishes and wine from the system, walked to the recliner, sat down, and started eating and drinking, waiting to see what would happen for a while!

Xin Han had no hope at all, but after he had enough food and drink, things came to an unexpected turn. Although the mercury did not seep into the flesh, Suharto also struggled with a distorted expression.

"Save me...Save me...It's too itchy, can't stand it, it's too itchy, I have money...I have gold jewelry...Save me!"

"I'm going, it's really effective!" Xin Han walked over and interviewed: "Mr. President, how do you feel now?"
Chapter completed!