Feng Bujue stood in front of Hank. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he did not speak immediately. Instead, he was deep in thought.
Hank's face was filled with fear. He looked at this' outsider 'nervously. He had no idea what the other party was planning. Feng Bujue's short silence seemed to have become an invisible pressure.
About 30 seconds later, Feng Bujue took out his pistol from his backpack and asked, "Do you know what this is?"
Hank shook his head.
"This is a weapon that was popular from the 20th to 21st century," Feng Bujue said. "You should know the meaning of the word 'weapon', right?"
Hank nodded. "I know … but … what is … the century?"
Feng Bujue thought, "You don't even have the concept? Looks like they have been completely enslaved."
His expression did not change. He continued, "In other words, it is a weapon that people used about 400 to 500 years ago."
Hank asked with fear, "Why … are you telling me this?"
Feng Bujue laughed coldly. "Mainly because I want you to have an idea of what this thing is." As he spoke, he pointed at the muzzle of the gun. "As long as I move my finger, something called a bullet will fly out from here. Its flying speed is faster than the anti-gravity projectiles. If I use it to attack a human …" He started to scare Hank. "If it hits the head, the brain will explode. If it hits the body, the internal organs will shatter. If it hits the limbs, the limbs will lose the ability to move and will bleed non-stop …" He put on a very scary expression, like a mental patient who was trying to suppress his desire to kill.
Expressions were an international language, and it was from another era. Even if two people were separated by a thousand years, their emotions were written on their faces. Therefore, Feng Bujue successfully scared the other party.
At this point, he suddenly stopped talking about the pistol and asked, "How many people are there in your village?"
"Why … why are you asking this?" Hank asked nervously.
"Why? You don't want to tell me? "Feng Bujue laughed." Are you afraid that I will use this gun to deal with them? " He was asking a question that he already knew the answer to. First, he showed off a weapon that the other party didn't understand at all. Then, he immediately asked about the population. Anyone would think that way.
"Our … Our village has a hundred thousand people!" Hank seemed to have mustered up his courage and replied loudly.
"Is that so … Haha …" Feng Bujue laughed in a relaxed tone. He waved the pistol in front of Hank. "According to the autopilot, we will arrive at your village in about 20 minutes. According to my observation, your village is quite hostile to outsiders … "He paused and continued," If they attack us as soon as they see us … I have a thousand bullets in this pistol. Even if my hit rate is about sixty to seventy percent, how many people do you think your village will die? "
Blade Runner, who was sitting in the distance, almost fell off his chair when he heard this. He thought to himself, "You really dare to bluff. One handgun, one thousand bullets?" Where should I put it? The extradimensional magazine? Besides, with the firing speed of the pistol, even if you really have a thousand bullets, and your arms and hands can hold it, it will take almost half an hour to fire a thousand bullets. Do you think the villagers will line up to let you kill them one by one? "
"No … Please, don't kill the villagers!" Hank begged. "Our village only has five thousand people …"
"Hey! You really believe me! " Blade Runner was shocked, but he still pretended to be calm on the surface. With his back facing the two, he sat in the passenger seat and continued to stare blankly.
"I can promise you that I won't kill anyone," Feng Bujue said. "But you have to cooperate with us."
"Okay … Okay … What do you want me to do?" Hank said with a trembling voice.
"Look, Hank." Feng Bujue's tone became quite sincere. This was the so-called carrot and stick approach. "No matter what kind of prejudice you have against 'outsiders,' you should have seen that my friends and I are not very bloodthirsty people. Even if you attacked us first with a catapult, we didn't kill you, right?"
Hank nodded.
Blade Runner shook his head at this moment and whispered, "Although we didn't kill him, the threat of death is escalating …"
"We just want to take a look at your village and then leave." Feng Bujue continued. "Don't worry, this is not a reconnaissance. There won't be an 'outsider army' coming to attack you. The two of us are just tourists. Out of pure curiosity, we want to take a look at your village. "
Hank was skeptical of this statement. He did feel that the so-called 'outsider army' was unlikely, but if these two were just there to visit the village, he would not believe it.
"However … your village is obviously very xenophobic and has a deep-rooted misunderstanding of humans outside the village." Feng Bujue observed Hank's expression and said, "Under normal circumstances, I think anyone in your village would kill us without asking for a reason. There is no chance for both sides to communicate." He shook his head. "Once there is a conflict, you should know the result very well." He raised his hand and used his thumb to point at Blade Runner behind him. "I guarantee that my friends can kill more than a thousand of you with just cold weapons."
Blade Runner finally could not help but turn around and complain, "Do you think this is a game of grass cutting?"
Since Hank did not understand what he was talking about, Feng Bujue took advantage of the situation and said with a serious face, "What he means is that to him, killing a thousand people is as easy as harvesting crops."
Hank was already covered in cold sweat. When he heard this, the scene of Blade Runner appearing in front of him like a ghost appeared in front of him. This made him even more convinced of the teachings of the village priest: Outsiders are all demons. They are powerful, cunning, and good at bewitching people. No matter how harmless, pitiful, or even beautiful they look on the surface, they must be killed without hesitation. They must not even be given a chance to speak.
Feng Bujue was still talking. "Believe me, I don't want to see that happen, just like you." He patted Hank's shoulder with one hand. "As long as you follow my plan and bring us into the village, I promise that I will not hurt anyone. My friends and I will stay in your village for a few hours at most, and then we will leave. After that, you will be free. You can do whatever you want. You can call someone to kill us immediately." He paused for two seconds and looked at the change in Hank's expression. He then added, "You can choose not to believe me now, but you have to weigh the pros and cons. If you don't cooperate, what will happen?" He turned around and sneered. "There is not much time left. If you think too long, the shark cabin will arrive at the destination. At that time … we can only act according to the circumstances and enter by force …"
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