North American Detective: I am Proficient in All Kinds of Gun Quick Draws-Chapter 627 - 349 This Disgusting World Needs to Be Flattened by Nuclear Weapons!_3
The pudgy man nodded hastily, his voice trembling. "This is merely a bioresearch institute responsible for research that can't be conducted openly, and these are all the personnel we have."
As the person in charge here, he could never have imagined that one day terrorists would target an ordinary bioresearch institute in a university town.
Though they researched some bizarre things, it was all for academic advancement. There was nothing particularly covetable here!
Otherwise, the security outside wouldn't have been so lax.
Oh, God. In his heart, the pudgy manager prayed, Someone, please save me. I've finally gained some status in this foreign land, and I haven't enjoyed it for long. I certainly can't die here!
The towering man, after asking his questions, merely observed the group of researchers of varying skin tones below him.
Most of them were of Asian descent, while there were fewer Caucasians, and only three were Black.
This was normal. Asians are naturally more intelligent than Caucasians and Blacks. Additionally, these individuals were either multi-generational immigrants or foreigners who had managed to stay after studying abroad. Provided the benefits were adequate, they were very obedient, hardworking, and easy to manipulate. This combination of factors led to the current scene.
But the fact that an Asian person was the head of this lab showed that the lab wasn't very important to the university.
However, all of this was irrelevant to the towering man in front of them.
His target was never this lab.
The towering man glanced over the crowd at a youth who was bowing his head, too afraid to look in his direction. The corner of the man's mouth twisted, pulling at the long scar on his cheek and giving his expression an even more ferocious cast.
A few female researchers who had been watching him screamed in terror at his smile.
The young man, who had been under the towering man's scrutiny, involuntarily looked up, meeting the other's gaze. Overcome by fear, he could no longer hide it and knelt on the ground, begging loudly, "Brother Qian, I didn't know about Mengmeng, I really didn't!!!"
The colleagues standing next to this young man were startled by his sudden movement and quickly scattered.
BANG.
Droplets of blood slid down.
The young man, dazed, with an inconspicuous small black hole on his head, fell face-first onto the ground.
The mangled back of his head lay bare under the harsh lighting, a gruesome mixture of red and white. This sight assaulted the eyes of the surrounding researchers, shattering their already fragile spirits.
AAAHHH!
Various screams of panic echoed through the not-so-large area.
Some people ran towards the exit, heedless of the fact the passages were already locked down.
Some curled up in corners, regardless that it made no difference to an armed desperado.
More people kept backing away, not minding that everyone was crowded together, all just trying to put more distance between themselves and the madman upfront.
To the towering man, all of this seemed somewhat dull.
He spat out the cigarette butt from his mouth and sighed. "I paid for you to go abroad, and yet you couldn't even take care of my sister. However, I am benevolent. Before coming here, I made sure to send your family ahead to wait for you below. After all, I owe you for the years you've called me Big Brother," he mumbled to himself, before turning his smiling gaze to the group of frightened researchers huddled together. "Don't be afraid. Now, those of you of Chinese origin, step forward."
The crowd did not know what the madman with the yellow skin intended to do.
The man who had just been shot also had yellow skin, and the two apparently knew each other, yet his head had been blown off with a single shot. This was clearly a madman, and no one on scene dared to respond.
Seeing this, the tall young man simply silently raised the muzzle of the gun in his hand.
"FK, don't get us killed!"
Accompanied by a roar that was close to breaking down, an Asian researcher was pushed out by his Caucasian colleague, stumbling and falling onto the smooth floor still splattered with brain matter and blood. This seemed to be a signal, as one by one, other Asians were pushed out by their colleagues. Some Caucasians who tried to push people were, in turn, kicked to the ground by several other Asians, screaming as the scene descended into chaos.
The tall young man watched the ensuing turmoil with a smirk, but behind his sunglasses, there wasn't a hint of mirth in his eyes.
A world without his sister is too dull, he thought. Only pain and fear can awaken the filth lurking in the darkness. Only events with enough impact can draw the world's attention here, to make them probe the stories hidden behind death, to make them value the contingencies he has left behind. This disgusting world needs to be flattened!
