"You forced my hand."
Bo Ye trembled all over, as if in fear, and as if in rage.
"You forced my hand in all of this."
He suddenly reached for his waist, using all his strength, even leaving four clear scratch marks on his fat.
A dark gun barrel was pointed at Fu Er, and Bo Ye roared madly.
"You won't live either, you bitch! It's your fault for not leaving me a way out."
Fu Er feigned composure, knowing that Bo Ye's son was the leash the gang had tied around his neck.
The two Scavengers were locked in a tense standoff, completely oblivious to the dead man lying on the hospital bed.
Between them, Arthur's body lay still, the yellow medicinal liquid still steadily flowing into his body.
Intense pain continuously swept over Arthur's soul, but he was exceptionally excited—
The pain in his limbs also brought Arthur's perception; his limbs felt like they were regrowing, and sensation, along with the pain, spread outwards inch by inch.
Neither of them noticed the dead man's fingers twitch slightly.
In front of Arthur, Fu Er saw Bo Ye freeze again, and immediately felt he had intimidated the other party, a signature sneer appearing on his lips.
"How about I look after your son for you?"
As he spoke, he even smiled and spread his hands.
"To leave a son in this world, it's not a wasted trip, don't you think?"
Looking at the sneer on Fu Er's face, Bo Ye also suddenly smiled.
The foolishness and panic on his fat face vanished without a trace, as if he had become a different person.
He violently grabbed Fu Er's hair, and the gun barrel was shoved directly into his throat.
Bo Ye's sudden outburst was like a predatory beast ambushing its prey; once it pounced, it would sink its fangs deep into the victim's body.
He coldly watched the blood foam continuously bubbling from Fu Er's mouth, like a live fish on a chopping board.
"Actually, you were right. I swapped that bottle of medicine."
He gestured with his chin, roughly adjusting the angle of the gun barrel, the black metal barrel embedding directly into the flesh of Fu Er's mouth.
"You know, a person needs to have some weaknesses, otherwise no one will believe him.
Also, that son I brought out into the open, he really is a good-for-nothing."
He seriously examined the position of the gun barrel for a moment, then nodded with satisfaction.
As Fu Er's eyes widened, Bo Ye calmly pulled the trigger.
The bullet from the large-caliber kinetic handgun exploded in the other party's mouth like a ship's cannon.
Fu Er's skull flew high, killing him instantly.
Bo Ye sneered; given his image in everyone's eyes, how could he possibly have the guts to intentionally kill his superior?
Clearly, Fu Er had been blinded by greed, threatening him to collude and attempt to secretly pocket the profits from the 'meat pig' in front of them.
As long as all the blame was pushed onto Fu Er, Bo Ye could extricate himself.
Arthur, on the bed, watched the scene before him without making a sound; the other party had a gun, and his opportunities were few.
The fat man, covered in blood, was staring at the corpse on the ground with a sinister grin, the gun still in his hand, but clearly relaxed.
The gun was Arthur's chance; his current body was weak and powerless, how could he possibly restrain this fat man with just his bare hands?
Taking the gun was the wisest choice.
Bo Ye indulged in his victory, completely unaware that the corpse lying on the hospital bed was quietly reaching for the handgun he held.
He had personally selected the contents of the anesthetic bottle; he was confident no one could survive it.
But Arthur's existence itself was an accident.
Seeing that it was time, he lunged out, his arms tightly embracing the fat man's gun-holding hand, and his body crashed directly to the ground.
Using his body weight to compensate for his weakness was the best method Arthur could think of at the moment.
This sudden attack was effective; when Arthur scrambled up from the ground, he saw the fat man's bewildered face.
But Arthur had no intention of wasting words; he pulled the gun from his Pregnant and aimed it directly at the other party.
This fat man was insidious, and his actions were ruthless and decisive, like a venomous snake hidden in the grass.
The best way to deal with such a person was to shoot directly.
Arthur did just that; he pulled the trigger, giving the other party no chance whatsoever.
The immense recoil directly pushed him back a step, and even though he held the gun with both hands, he could feel sharp pains in his wrists.
The recoil caused the muzzle to stray a bit, and regardless of whether the bullet had killed the other party, he quickly fired another shot in that direction.
Sharp pains shot through his wrist, and when he looked again, the fat man's massive body was sprawled on the ground, motionless.
Arthur frowned at the sight, ignoring the pain in his wrist, and gripped the handgun tightly.
When he had just fired, the other party was clearly facing him; how could he be lying prone now?
Although he couldn't understand why such a powerful handgun hadn't killed the other party, Arthur was certain that the fat man wasn't completely dead.
He staggered to his feet, found a half-human-height medicine cabinet, and propped the gun stock on it.
This would transfer most of the recoil away from his wrist.
Arthur decided to empty all the bullets from the handgun; he wanted to see if this dead fat man was truly dead or not.
Bo Ye lay on the ground, not daring to move.
His bionic armor panel on his chest was completely shattered, exposing flesh and blood, even faintly revealing his ribs.
This panel was something he had diligently saved up over many years, under the guise of paying his son's tuition; now it was completely ruined.
When that 'meat pig' came over, he would definitely crush his bones one by one and slice off his flesh piece by piece to vent the anger in his heart.
Also, since he wasn't dead, he would dismantle him, which would at least recoup some of his losses.
And now, he just had to wait for him to come…
But there was no sound of footsteps from that side for a long time; instead, there was a sound like metal clashing.
An ominous premonition slowly rose in Bo Ye's heart; what the hell was that bastard doing?
The next moment, the answer was given to him.
Accompanied by deafening gunshots, Bo Ye's back felt as if it had been hit by a cannonball; the immense force crushed him heavily to the ground, and all the ribs in his chest shattered.
He violently vomited a pool of blood, accompanied by large chunks of internal organ fragments; this time, he clearly wouldn't survive.
Using his last ounce of strength, he rolled over to look.
The slender, bamboo-like figure was crouching behind a medicine cabinet, half-exposed, with wisps of gunpowder smoke rising from the muzzle of the gun he held.
He had won too many times, so many that even when ambushed and severely wounded, he still felt he would win.
Because, according to past scripts, he had always been the one who laughed last.
Unfortunately, some things you can't afford to lose even once.
There was no time to think, not even time for despair, as another bullet followed close behind.
Watching the bullet embed itself in the other party's chest, leaving a large hole there, Arthur finally let out a deep breath.
What kind of monster was this guy? The third bullet, he watched with his own eyes, hit the other party's back but didn't penetrate, only leaving a dark mark.
He could even get up and flip over again.
Arthur wasn't entirely ignorant of this world; after all, he had been a spectator for over twenty years, and he still knew some basic common sense.
Unfortunately, the original body was a complete recluse, with limited understanding of the world, so Arthur naturally couldn't know too much.
But at least he knew that it was currently 2076, and if nothing unexpected happened, it was only less than two hundred years after his death.
The world had actually become like this.
He shook his head, casting aside the jumbled thoughts in his mind, and simultaneously suppressed the feeling of weakness in his body.
The immediate priority was to leave this hellhole.
Thanks to the fat man's plan, there was no one else in the stronghold at this time; otherwise, those few gunshots would definitely have drawn everyone over.
Tucking the gun into his left waist, in a very convenient position for grabbing, Arthur staggered towards the outside.
Behind the door was a dim corridor; it was night, and multicolored lights streamed in from the window at the end of the hallway.
Dragging his weakened body, he walked towards that direction.
The air was filled with the smell of blood, mixed with the stench of rotting flesh.
From the smell alone, one could imagine how disgusting the scene hidden in the darkness truly was.
After descending a narrow flight of stairs, the environment instantly became much more spacious.
Looking around by the faint light from the ceiling, this floor was a large hall with many hospital beds haphazardly placed.
Although these beds were all covered with white sheets, the outlines of the sheets suggested that there were no "empty beds."
Across from the stairs, Arthur saw the exit of this eerie place—a large alloy door with no windows, giving it a sense of heaviness.
The surrounding environment was incredibly quiet, and Arthur's footsteps echoed emptily in the hall.
Just as he reached the door, his hand about to touch it, a strange breathing sound came from behind him.
The sound carried a shriek, as if something was caught in a throat, causing difficulty breathing.
It seemed there were survivors in this hall, but given Arthur's current physical condition, ignoring it would be the normal response.
His hand hovered by the door; it was a common type of sensor door that would open with a slight touch.
After a long while…
"Damn it."
Arthur cursed under his breath, but still turned and walked in the direction of the sound.