"Last night, have you all seen my methods?" Joyner said coldly, "Do you know why I can easily kill the sand bandit with the gun, and that monster?"

Everyone looked at her in shock, and the thought in their hearts was ready to come out.

Mutant—this woman is a mutant too!

Joyner clenched her fists and made a "creaking" sound. While speaking, a bright red long hair protruded from the cloak and floated in the air, looking extremely frightening.

"You, you are..."

The old man was terribly frightened, and just about to run back, he tripped over his feet, and as soon as his legs gave way, he fell into the mud.

But just when his face was about to touch the ground, a hand stretched out like lightning and grabbed the old man's back, preventing him from falling.

"Listen to me!"

In an instant, Joyner's voice was heard clearly in everyone's ears, and everyone's brains were buzzing.

"As you can see, I am also a mutant killer, and my mission is to go to the hidden sandcastle." She looked around everyone with cold eyes, and the powerful aura burst out was suffocating.

"Now tell you the truth, I need you to act with me and cooperate with me unconditionally."

As soon as these words came out, Joyner really saw the incomparable fear in people's eyes.

These people were completely terrified!

"Do you understand everything?" After asking, she immediately added a sentence, saying, "If anyone dares to object, I promise to crush his throat, just like crushing this rock!"

After the lingering sound echoed, there was a dead silence in the wilderness.

Everyone's face was ashen, and they didn't even dare to breathe. Some people were so frightened that they immediately knelt on the ground, not daring to raise their foreheads when they touched the ground;

Joyner's smug eyes were immediately overwhelmed by disgust... She knew that there was no way out for her now.

As a small human being, she once had illusions about this era. But now, her fantasy was shattered, and she shocked the world.

No matter in any era, all the masses are attracted to strong, authoritative effect, human nature.

Now they have nothing, only follow their own, this road. These words of myself showed great lethality to the refugees.

At this moment, these people succumbed to her lust, and she actually experienced the feeling of being a sand bandit thug—sometimes a waste of a long word of earnest teaching is not as effective as a deterrent word.

In fact, Joyner knew very well in her heart that the threat of force seemed to be superior, but it was actually a false crown of nothingness.

This is a method that I only use as a last resort. Works for a while, but not everywhere.

If someone more powerful than him appears, his prestige will disappear immediately, and it will even bring about an unexpected and huge reaction.

The civilization accumulated by mankind for thousands of years is degrading. Just as some people are strong, others are weak, and with authority, others become servants of authority. Reminiscent of the ecology of human beings in Yinsha Castle, the problem is very clear. The reason why the thugs condone the slave trade must be a strong force support system behind it.

The violence, intimidation, and deterrence contained in this system are the unique products of this era. Mob leaders have certainly turned the tactic of physical intimidation into a tool of coercion.

Intimidating others can show you are stronger, and once someone becomes addicted to this practice, it becomes an unstoppable rule. Violence began to spread unprovoked and staged everywhere, like loaded weapons thrown on the street, everyone—regardless of thugs and good citizens alike—could use them, gradually turning into an atmosphere of advocating force.

For the cruel and the greedy creditors, force is a sort of relief;

It provides a shield for those who are afraid of being threatened;

It offers rewards to those who want to reap the benefits;

It offers a kind of compensation to those who hate others;

It again becomes a "legitimate" force against evil people.

Being murdered by the same kind is almost a "privilege" only for highly intelligent creatures, and it is also something deeply embedded in human genes.

Brutal violence — that's what everybody believes in these days. In this era, only those with big fists can be kings, and everyone will do anything to survive. In this way, do people in this world still have the so-called order and conscience?

Thinking of this, a wave of hatred surged up, Joyner couldn't help sweating, her hands and feet were cold.

Although she succeeded in getting these people to listen to her, she was not happy at all, and instead hated her behavior extremely.

Joyner opened her eyes wide and glared.

There are anger, sadness, and disappointment in the eyes... All kinds of complicated emotions are mixed together, and I don't know how to vent them.

In her anger, murderous intent suddenly burst out: why not kill all these people?

But after all, it was just thinking about it in her mind. The anger only lasted for a while, and Joyner began to feel sad—she remembered her previous promise, that everyone who died here would be her responsibility, and it was in her hands. Never be stained with their blood.

Joyner stopped talking, and didn't really hurt the killer. She just ordered everyone to get in the car with cold eyes, and drove the little boy into the barbed wire cage.

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At noon, the sun was scorching.

The temperature difference in the wilderness is extremely large, probably due to the sparse vegetation here. The surrounding area is still very desolate, and one may not be able to see a few living things after walking for a day and a night.

But Joyner knew that this place was not far from the hidden sandcastle. Because she calculated distance, speed, and bearing, and found some signs of human activity nearby.

These signs include incomplete roads left over from previous civilizations, traces of the foundations of buildings, rough stone pavement built by the roadside, and wooden piles after felling.

Joyner held the steering wheel tightly, and carefully drove the truck forward, and some hills appeared in the distance. She was afraid that the guards of the Hidden Sandcastle would patrol nearby, so she was ready to fight at any time.

Not long after, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com she entered a difficult mountain road.

It seemed that this was the only road that could pass. Joyner was hesitating whether to move on when she suddenly saw a dark entrance on the road in the valley ahead, which seemed to be a tunnel.

"Yo-"

With a thought, Joyner immediately parked the truck under a small hill, and went to the hill to find a commanding height to observe carefully.

"It doesn't look like a natural cave, should it be a real tunnel?"

"It doesn't matter, let's go and have a look first."

With Joyner's personality, she never wanted to wait. The truck started again and drove forward.

She soon came to the valley, and the plants in front of her eyes were much more than in the wilderness, almost forming a rare forest.

In order to see more clearly, she carefully and quickly walked through the side of the woods, and suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing by, and the strange breath shook her heart.

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