259: Chapter 259 Wasn't it Little Mustache who handled the squid back then?

District A, Freedom Fortress.

At this moment, the leader of District A was kneeling on the floor, cold sweat soaking through his expensive suit.

A dozen pitch-black assault rifles were pointed at his blonde head.

Half an hour ago, the Red Wolf Guild launched a total looting (×) — total offensive (√) — on their Freedom Fortress!

His proud White-Headed Eagle special forces squad hadn't even lasted five minutes in front of Lin Zihao and the other Red Wolf Players.

They had all turned into mosaics on the ground.

"Dragon Country officer! Misunderstanding! It is all a misunderstanding!"

The leader of District A raised his hands, his whole body shaking like a sieve, begging for mercy frantically: "We are friends with you, Dragon Country!"

"The best of friends!"

"Don't you Dragon Country people say that a drop of kindness should be repaid with a gushing spring?!"

"Look back at history! During World War II, it was our Beautiful Country that helped you!"

"If we hadn't dropped 'Little Boy' and 'Fat Man' on the Japanese, you Dragon Country people would have been gone long ago!"

"We have a great debt of gratitude to you!"

"A debt of rebirth!"

Lin Zihao kicked the leader of District A in the stomach, and upon hearing this, he was directly amused to the point of anger.

"Screw your grandfather!"

"Stop trying to gild your own face!"

"You only entered the war because you got your Pearl Harbor stolen and got anxious!"

"Does that have anything to do with you?!"

"Fine! I am a person who always clearly distinguishes between gratitude and grudges!"

"Clang!"

Lin Zihao took out a rusty iron pickaxe from his spatial backpack and slammed it in front of the leader of District A.

"We came to the World Center, we didn't provoke you, right?!"

"You sent that wimp General MacArthur to attack us, we have to settle this account, right?!"

"Want to live? Fine."

"Take this and go mine in the labor camp under our guild!"

"Two tons a day, one jin less and you don't eat!"

"Of course, you can choose to refuse."

Lin Zihao sneered, and the rifle in his hand made a 'click' sound as he chambered a round.

Hearing this death-summoning mechanical sound, the leader of District A shivered violently.

"Wait!"

"I'll do it! I'll do it!"

The leader of District A grabbed the iron pickaxe on the ground, tears and snot streaming down his face: "Oh! I love mining!"

"In this world, no one understands mining better than me! No one!"

The leader of District A grabbed the iron pickaxe on the ground, his face ashen.

He was terrified that Lin Zihao would change his mind in the next second and blow his head off with a shot.

And Rata Hu, who was kneeling on the side, was also scared out of his wits.

He scrambled over.

"Leader, have mercy! No! You can't!"

Rata Hu grabbed Lin Zihao's leg, crying with snot and tears: "Leader Lin! We Squid People cannot go mining!"

"We are God's chosen people!"

"Our clan was cruelly purged back then, there weren't many left to begin with!"

"Now there is only this pitiful bit of bloodline left!"

"If we are sent to the black coal mines, our fragile bodies will be worked to death!"

"Then our race will be completely extinct!"

Rata Hu became more and more impassioned, even starting to harp on values, roaring hoarsely:

"You cannot be this cruel! This is 'Anti-Squid'!"

"Leader, think about it..."

"Even if you Red Wolf become the strongest force in the World Center, if you abuse us Squid People, you will definitely be condemned by all countries!"

"You will be committing an Anti-Squid crime!"

Moral kidnapping?

Lin Zihao's eyes went completely cold, and the corner of his mouth curled up with undisguised mockery.

"Anti-Squid crime?"

He didn't rush to act, but raised his wrist and coldly ordered the tactical terminal:

"Zhao Meng! Bring up those persecuted Elf Tribe members!"

"Yes! Brother Lin!"

A few seconds later.

"Bang!" The office door was pushed open again.

Zhao Meng's eyes were red, and he walked in with gritted teeth.

In his arms, he was holding two Elf Tribe children who were so thin they were nothing but skin and bones.

"There, there, children, don't be afraid."

Zhao Meng softened his voice, carefully put the children down, and then rolled up the sleeves of the two Elf Tribe children.

"Show the uncle your arms."

Lin Zihao looked down.

On the arms of the two children, which were as thin as hemp stalks, there were dense needle marks left from drawing blood!

Some places had even festered and ulcerated, which was shocking!

Lin Zihao pointed at the children's horrific arms and stared down at Rata Hu.

He coldly spat out a few words: "Come on?!"

"Give you a chance, explain yourself?"

Rata Hu saw this scene, and a flash of panic crossed his eyes, but it was quickly covered up by hysterical madness.

Not only did he not feel guilty, but he hurriedly began to quibble: "No! That's not it!"

"They are just a different race! The lowest monsters!"

"They are treasures God bestowed upon our great Squid People!"

"They are mobile secret medicine extraction machines!"

"They don't count as humans at all, what is wrong with me drawing their blood?!"

"Doesn't your Red Wolf Guild kill monsters?!"

Rata Hu even raised his neck and roared righteously: "We are benefiting humanity!"

"Screw you!"

Lin Zihao kicked Rata Hu in the face, directly breaking half of his nasal bone.

"Ah—!"

"It hurts, it hurts!!!"

Rata Hu was in so much pain that his face was covered in blood, and he rolled on the ground frantically.

He harbored monstrous hatred in his heart.

He hated that he hadn't killed all these Elf Tribe children.

He had let the Dragon Country people get a hold on him.

Lin Zihao took out a cigarette and lit it.

He took a deep drag.

"Huff—"

Lin Zihao slowly exhaled smoke, his eyes looking as if he were looking at a corpse.

"Zhao Meng, what you said just now reminded me..."

Lin Zihao's tone was cold to the extreme: "Mining in our Red Wolf Guild, while tiring, at least provides two meals a day."

"But these dead Squid People..."

"They don't even deserve to eat our two meals!"

Lin Zihao waved his hand holding the cigarette, as if a cold grim reaper had delivered a verdict.

"Stalin didn't finish them off back then, leaving this scourge to disgust people everywhere."

"Now, we will finish the cleanup!"

"Brothers, drag these Squid People out and shoot them all! Leave none alive!"

"No! You can't do this!"

"We are the noble Celestial Dragons! Help!! God!!!"

Rata Hu was so scared that he was incontinent and screamed frantically.

But no one paid any attention to him.

Several fierce Red Wolf Players rushed up, grabbed his hair like dragging a dead dog, and dragged him out the door.

"Bang! Bang bang bang!"

Dense gunshots rang out outside the door, and Rata Hu's screams came to an abrupt end.

Inside the office, it was deathly silent.

The leader of District A covered his mouth, held the rusty iron pickaxe tightly, swallowed his saliva wildly, and didn't even dare to fart.

On the other side, Zhao Meng had vented his anger and gave Lin Zihao a thumbs up.

"Handsome! Deputy Guild Leader Lin! I was worried you would be soft-hearted and couldn't do it!"

"That look just now was amazing! Truly domineering!"

However, after praising him, Zhao Meng scratched his head, his expression a bit puzzled.

"Although... Classmate Lin, you are a college student, did you not study history well?"

"Wasn't it that art-school reject—the Mustache Guy—who dealt with the Squid People during the Great Purge?"

"What does that have to do with Polar Bear Country's Stalin?"

"Why did you pin this blame on him?"

Lin Zihao's action of holding the cigarette suddenly froze.

The atmosphere of posturing was instantly shattered.

The whole room was quiet.

Lin Zihao: "???"