The sharp blade cut the automatic rifle tightly in the "Vulture"'s hand without any stagnation, and completely separated the whole family along with his fingers holding the handle of the gun. The fragments of the gun and the cut fingers circled and flew in the air, interlacing and staged a perfect picture of blood and metal.

But for the "vulture", this seems to be a hell picture of death.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ten fingers connected to the heart, and the severe pain from his hands made the "vulture" scream sharply and painfully. His eyes were bright red, and the heart-wrenching pain almost made the vulture faint on the spot. For a moment, the vulture seemed to have really lost consciousness, but the next moment, he woke up from his coma again and continued to bear the unbearable pain in his life.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

At this moment, the "vulture" had long lost the temperament of a big boss in the wilderness. He screamed and rolled hard on the ground, trying to relieve his pain in this way. But unfortunately, this was useless. The pain from his palm seemed to be stormy, one after another. At this moment, his subordinates, his sniper, his plan, and even the energy chip were forgotten by the "vulture". At this moment, the "vulture" swore that he was willing to pay any price to end the pain.

Soon, the wish of the "vulture" was fulfilled, and a scalpel passed through his forehead, piercing his head, and ending his life and endless pain.

As for the other thugs, Faren didn't even care about this wilderness boss who called himself "vulture". In his eyes, life is equal, coming equally, and leaving equally. Identity, status, and strength are meaningless.

Everything will end, only death will last forever.

Therefore, the death of the "Vulture" is not more special than his subordinates. In fact, the fully armed thugs were completely in chaos at this moment. When their boss screamed, most people had not even noticed what had happened. They just instinctively turned the gun and looked in the direction where the "Vulture" was. Immediately, they saw Feilun appearing in front of them like a god of death. The scalpel in their hands quickly cut through the air, cutting their necks and limbs. Feilun had no choice

He easily killed them, but shuttled through the crowd, cutting their limbs quickly, and cutting their chests and abdomen. This feeling made Feilun enjoy it very much. He never liked to use guns. In Feilun's opinion, the cold guns could not bring him the happiness of killing a life with his own hands. Only by cutting the scalpel into the enemy's body like this, feeling the touch from his skin, muscles and bones, and listening to the wonderful and shrill screams can one truly experience the value of life.

The value of survival and death.

No one could resist Feiren's attack. Although the thugs in the wilderness were fierce, they were just jackals in the wilderness. Even the second-level sniper on which the "Vulture" relied on was the same. He originally hoped to kill the enemy in front of him. But the moment he aimed at the target and pulled the trigger, the sniper suddenly saw a black shadow appearing from his scope, completely blocking his sight. Before the sniper could react to what was going on, a huge hammer like mine was already flying in with the sound of wind. After smashing the MK12 sniper rifle in his hand, mixed with wild power, the sniper hiding behind the gun directly hit the wall not far behind him. The sharp spike pierced through his thin, almost vulnerable body, and made him into a pool of vague meat sauce on the broken wall.

Now that the "vulture" has been killed by Feiren, they naturally will not continue to fight to the death, but quickly chose to escape in all directions. But even so, Feiren did not let them go. He followed these thugs like a ghost, and the cold and sharp scalpel accurately cut into their spines, giving them endless pain and dark death. In just a blink of an eye, the more than 20 fully armed thugs were killed and injured, and the remaining thugs collapsed to the ground tremblingly, staring at the figure walking towards him with desperate eyes.

"No, don't kill me, don't kill me!!"

Watching Faren walk towards him, a strong man curled up in the corner of the wall in horror. He was one of the previous "RPG God Cult". Because he was far away from Faren, he was lucky to escape. But for this poor man, when he heard the scream, turned around, and threw away the rocket launcher on his shoulder to fight, he was surprised to find that almost all the people in front of him had been completely dismembered.

Oh God!! This is simply a devil!!

Looking at the body of his companion, the man trembled. He was not a timid person. There was no coward in the wilderness. In order to survive, many of them even had rotten human flesh!! Compared to that nightmare hell, death is not a terrible thing.

But what Faren brought was not just a simple death.

Behind him, all the corpses were cut into pieces, from elbows to shoulders, from knees to thighs, from chest to waist, and even the head was not spared. The man had seen with his own eyes that he just waved the small scalpel in his hand and cut half of the head of a thug in front of him. God blessed him, he dared to swear, and he even saw his tongue lying on the other party's gums, still shaking!!

"No, don't come here!!"

Looking at the figure walking slowly, the man let out a heart-wrenching scream. His snot and tears mixed together, flowing down his cheeks into his mouth, making his voice unclear. But even so, the man cried and struggled to give up. He raised the pistol in his hand, aimed at the figure in front of him tremblingly, and then pulled the trigger hard.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!!!"

A series of bullets came out of the gun, but Feiren had no intention of dodging. The bullets did not hit him at all, but hit the ground near Feiren, splashing a series of dust. He just walked to the man and looked at him with a smile. The gentle and elegant smile made the man look as if he was dead. He hesitated for a moment, then suddenly raised his pistol, pressed against his chin, and pulled the trigger hard.

"Click."

However, the pistol, which had already been completely fired, could no longer bring him relief. The man raised his head, stared at Feiren with a gray face and despair, and his eyes showed extreme fear and despair.

"Don't worry, only the pain will hurt at the beginning, and everything will end soon..."

Feeling the man's eyes, Faren smiled gently, then he picked up the scalpel and slowly walked to the man.

"No, no, no———!!"

Heart-wrenching screams soared into the sky, becoming the last echo remaining on this battlefield.

When Feren returned to Delin with satisfaction, the man had become a pile of meat that had been broken.

"It seems like you have gained something, Master?"

Delin was still standing there, motionless, just looking at Faren with a smile. When Faren heard Delin's words, Faren nodded.

"Well... I have observed several mutant tissues. It seems that these wild dogs in the wilderness are really valuable for research. I think this should be able to fill in a very important note in my observation record."

As he spoke, Feiren moved his fingers. With his movements, the silver-white sharp scalpel swayed slightly and disappeared. Then Feiren turned his head, looked around, and then withdrew his gaze.
Chapter completed!