Chapter 1718: Chapter 1718
Chapter 1718: Chapter 747: The Great Plantation Escape (Part 2)
With great force, as if afraid that if he were a step slower, Lin Baici would back out.
The photographer turned his head, observing the others, and found that none of them had angry expressions; instead, they seemed to think the blond was making a big score.
What kind of circle are these people in?
The photographer’s three views were a bit shattered.
Lin Baici didn’t expect the blond to be so shameless either.
He actually didn’t plan to kill the blond, but with such a bad attitude, he had to be beaten, or someone like Old Luo would think he had a good temper.
In a strange and dangerous environment, picking someone to make an example of is the quickest way to establish authority.
Why did ancient generals like to behead someone as a sacrifice before marching? It was to create intimidation.
My orders are as unyielding as a mountain, those who don’t listen to me,
The carpet was dirty, scattered with dust and food crumbs, possibly even pet feces, but the blond didn’t mind at all, licking it more than a dozen times before raising his head and pleading with Lin Baici: “God Lin, is this okay?”
“Aren’t you afraid she’ll deceive you all?”
Lin Baici glanced at Zhong Shuman: “What if I’m not God Lin?”
The blond was taken aback, thinking carefully, could that really be possible?
If that’s true, then I’m a fool!
“God Lin, you’re joking. With your aura, you’re definitely Lin Longyi!”
He’s quite smart, otherwise, he wouldn’t have become the leader of the Sky-shocking Devil Thieves’ Group.
Lin Baici’s calm demeanor didn’t seem fake, even if this young man wasn’t the Haijing god of forest, he should be able to handle someone like me.
So it’s best to yield tactically.
Everyone gave in, and Lin Baici was no longer interested in targeting the blond, so he looked at Old Luo and Zhong Shuman: “What do you two think about this rule pollution?”
“Brother Lin, aren’t you going to ask me?”
Li Yintong interjected.
“You have an opinion?”
Lin Baici was surprised, wasn’t Tai Mei just a decoration?
The only advantage was that she was obedient and would do her best to complete the assigned tasks.
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“That is to stay united under the wise leadership of God Lin at all times. If you tell us to go east, we will…”
Lin Baici quickly stopped Tai Mei: “Don’t you find it embarrassing?”
“Brother Lin, you’re worth it!”
Li Yintong took the opportunity to express her loyalty, showing her trusted position: “I walked out from the Pusan trip with you, I know how powerful you are.”
Old Luo and the others heard the word ‘Pusan trip,’ and immediately showed respect, while also curious about Lin Baici’s past experience.
“I’ll listen to you!”
Zhong Shuman wanted to make decisions, or rather, in God’s ruins, every confident God Hunter wants to try things their way.
Survive, and you boast; die, and there’s no one to blame, because you chose the path.
But Zhong Shuman knew she wasn’t qualified.
“I’ll follow God Lin too!”
Of course, Old Luo had the same mentality.
“Hiding here isn’t an option either, let’s go out first to explore and gather intelligence.”
Lin Baici arranged: “But before that, everyone should check their bodies. Report immediately if you find anything abnormal!”
Lin Baici glanced around, and after finally inspecting the wooden hut, he walked to the door and reached out to push the crude wooden door made of boards.
Old Luo suddenly spoke.
Lin Baici turned back.
“Aren’t you using cannon fodder?”
Old Luo was surprised, who knew if there were dangers outside?
So certainly, cannon fodder should lead the way.
Like the female broadcaster and her boyfriend.
“It’s not necessary!”
Lin Baici didn’t mean he wouldn’t use it, just that it wasn’t the time yet.
The door opened gradually as Lin Baici pushed it.
A ray of sunlight shot in, bringing a heat wave that made the skin feel scorched.
Lin Baici squinted slightly, involuntarily recalling the feeling of stepping out under the scorching sun on a summer afternoon.
He stepped out, walked a couple of steps, then paused.
Because in the plantation’s camp, there were some Black people working, mainly women, and a few white children playing.
Lin Baici was surprised. When he observed earlier from inside the room, there was clearly no one outside.
At this moment, those working Black people stopped, looked up, and stared at Lin Baici.
“Oh crap, why are there people?”
The photographer was shocked, and damn it, they’re Black too?
What the hell is this place?
“It seems like the old American Black slave period?”
Li Yintong, who liked watching movies, recalled scenes where people’s settings were just .
Ma Xiaoyun felt very uneasy with so many Black people staring at her,
[This is the effect of taboo things; this house is a safe zone, and the Black slaves won’t attack you as long as you’re inside. Once you step out, the pollution officially begins.]
The Eater God commented.
‘What if I stay in the house indefinitely?’ Lin Baici naturally wouldn’t do that; he just intended to understand more about a potential situation.
[In this pollution scenario, you’d also get hungry, so how do you plan to resolve it? Eat those rotten foods? Or cat and dog feces?]
Holding a double-barreled shotgun, Lin Baici walked down the five steps of the wooden platform.
Li Yintong, with experience, immediately followed.
Zhong Shuman and Luo Jiaming hesitated a bit.
“Sister Man, let’s go, trust Brother Lin, he won’t be wrong!”
Li Yintong was confident in Lin Baici, even more than in herself.
The Black people dropped their work and stood up, picking up sickles, hoes, kitchen knives, and even a few Black slaves quickly ran to the side shelf, grabbing the matchlock guns on it, beginning to load black gunpowder, and fill the bullets.
“They’re loading the bullets, what do we do?”
Ma Xiaoyun was scared, her legs started to tremble.
This thing might be an extremely outdated matchlock gun, but getting hit would still be fatal.
“Why are you all standing there?”
The photographer took off running: “Run, quick!”
Lin Baici didn’t move, and neither did the others, but Qi Fentou and his group all looked at Lin Baici, while Old Luo stared at the double-barreled shotgun in Lin Baici’s hands.
As is well known, modern gunpowder weapons can’t be used in God’s ruins due to frequent malfunctions causing self-harm, but Lin Baici’s weapon seemed to work?
If not, why was he holding it?
No wonder he became a part of the Nine Provinces Dragon Wing at such a young age, surely he had some top-tier divine prohibitions.
Although Lin Baici hadn’t fired, Luo Jiaming estimated Lin Baici’s shotgun must work just fine.
Ma Xiaoyun urged: “Start it up first!”
The female broadcaster almost wanted to snatch Lin Baici’s gun to use for herself, cunningly hiding a little more to the back, so when the bullets came, others could be hit first.
Zhong Shuman scolded, taking two steps to her side, and gave her two slaps.
“Are you teaching God Lin how to act?”
Ma Xiaoyun was slapped silly, covering her face, and looked at the photographer, waiting for him to back her up.
The photographer had already run back into the house.
The Black people started slowly moving forward, ready to attack as soon as their side’s gunshots diverged, disrupting the enemy’s formation and mindset.
Lin Baici raised his gun, aimed at a Black slave who had finished loading the bullets, and pulled the trigger.
Two gunshots echoed, one after another.
White smoke burst from the Black man’s gun barrel, followed by his chest being shot.
The powerful slug blasted through his chest, penetrating him, taking along his organs and blood, and leaving a radial spray at the back.
Ma Xiaoyun crouched down to dodge shots, hunched, trying to escape back into the house.
“Get down! Get down!”
Qi Fentou’s four teammates didn’t run, either crouching or finding cover.
Old Luo sneaked to a big tree nearby; with his sight, he could trace the incoming bullet trajectory, but he didn’t want to take a risk.
Zhong Shuman initially wanted to hide but seeing that Li Yintong didn’t move, she stopped.
The bullet whistled sharply, flying past above Lin Baici’s head.
Lin Baici shifted his gun barrel, aimed at the second Black slave.
This time, both sides fired simultaneously.