Chapter 317 87: Massacre

Working day and night, under the stars.

When he was thirsty, he drank sea water; when he was hungry, he ate seafood. He relied on his powerful and extraordinary body to resist toxins and absorb nutrients.

After losing his sense of time, the embarrassed Oakley finally saw a continuous stretch of land in the distance that blocked off the sea.

He could only be sure that his general direction was correct, but his specific destination was completely unclear. He could only dock and consider other things.

Moreover, he had not loved those guilty people properly for too long, and he seemed to have a serious withdrawal reaction, and was only supported by the will to survive.

After getting ashore, he probably would not determine the location and change clothes first, but would find a few suitable criminals to torture in order to relieve his strong spiritual needs.

Compared to Oakley, Yumi Takashima seems to be at ease.

Finding Shirai is the main thread of her life, and all the suffering she has to endure for this is worth enduring.

Before this, her life was much more boring than these days. She constantly collected information from all over the world, avoided the increasingly strict identity information registration, wandered around those areas where suspicious rumors were spread, and returned empty-handed again and again.

So it’s no big deal. As long as you pursue it carefully, there will always be a useful clue.

She also knew that the land in front of her was a notorious drug lord country, a country where gangs were tougher than the government. It was a good choice for Shirai to hide there.

She was already prepared for Shirai to train an army of Filthy Winged Ones, and had thought of many plans to defeat them one by one along the way.

It can be seen from Oakley that there seems to be no instant communication method between Shirai and the Filthy Wings. She is also curious about how Oakley will find Shirai in the country of drug lords.

Oakley folded his wings from the sky and slowly landed on an empty beach, his upper body naked and his pants dirty and torn, looking like a robbed tourist.

Just now in mid-air, he had already seen where the nearest road was. After spending some time, as if flying close to the ground, he arrived at the road a few kilometers away. Pretending to be an innocent tourist, he made a hitchhiking gesture on the side of the road.

After passing several cars that ignored his presence, finally an old jeep about his age stopped by the roadside. The window was lowered and a white-haired old man appeared, looking at him with an inquiring look.

“Ami?”

he asked in English.

“No, I came here from South Australia for tourism, but I encountered robbers on the way. I almost died. I managed to escape. I don’t even know which state I am in now.”

Oakley didn’t continue to follow the other person’s words. After all, lies about nationality are easy to expose. What if others become suspicious and want to send him to the police? He just hates evil, not a murderer.

The old man nodded slightly, looking at Oakley’s miserable face, and his frown slowly relaxed.

“This is Michoacan. There are no big cities nearby. I can take you to the town where I live. The rest is up to you to figure out.”

“Thank you so much! This is enough. I won’t bother you with the rest.” Oakley thanked him and got in the car.

“Oh, God, you smell so bad.” The old man was not a person who paid much attention to hygiene, but he was almost choked by Oakley’s smell.

“I couldn’t help it. I was always afraid of being caught. I ran for a long time and hid for a few days before I dared to hitchhike here.”

Oakley explained with a bitter face.

“You are lucky. The gangs that control this area don’t rely on kidnapping to make a living. That’s why I dare to bring you with me. Otherwise…” The old man shook his head. “My name is Qiao, what’s yours?”

“Oakley.”

The two got to know each other a little bit, with Joe mainly testing whether there was any problem with Oakley, while Oakley learned about the situation of the nearby gangs.

This is understandable. A person who has just escaped from a gang will always be wary of other gangs.

“You don’t have to be too scared. I know it’s incredible to foreigners like you, but listen to me. Just treat the local gangs as the official ones. If you encounter any disputes, you can even ask them to mediate in the town. Just don’t mess with the wrong people.”

“Some gangs are very unscrupulous and will do anything from kidnapping to extortion to murder. Our local Green Oil Gang only targets powder and avocados and will not do things like kidnapping, which is too easy to cause trouble from foreign countries.”

Oakley almost couldn’t control his expression after hearing this.

What do you mean by only targeting fans and avocados? Can they still be good people if they sell drugs?
“They grow their own avocados?”

“No, they control the nearby villages that grow avocados. They are responsible for protecting the orchards and farmers, snatching water sources, and of course, most of the profits belong to them.”

These were not secrets, and Old Man Joe just said them out loud.

In the country of drug lords where the gang industry is very inward-looking, in addition to traditional industries such as powder, they are also actively developing more businesses in order to support more people, expand their influence, purchase arms, and bribe officials.

Kidnapping and extortion, as mentioned before, are only done by gangs with no moral integrity. They can make a fortune from this, but it is difficult to grow big and strong. Moreover, if they kidnap too many people, they are likely to face strong pressure from abroad, forcing local officials to take action.

Therefore, any gang that has a bit of self-esteem will not do this, and even if they do, they will change their aliases.

“Wouldn’t that be miserable?”

“No, no, this is a typical peace-minded mentality. Fortunately, I have been to other countries and know that you are not used to this kind of blatant exploitation. However, in this land, without a strong external factor, it is difficult to break the inertia that has continued for many years.”

“No matter how bad the peace is, it is still peace. Many people will spontaneously support gangs because they know that once the local gangs are gone, Hey! Good afternoon!”

Old man Qiao was talking when he suddenly stopped the car and greeted the modified car coming from the opposite direction.

There was a machine gun mounted on the car, and the people standing there were dressed in typical gangster attire.

“Old man Qiao, where did you get this wild man?”

“Oh my god, can you still get hard?”

Several of them teased him, but their eyes were fixed on Oakley and their hands were on their guns, as if they would take action if anything went wrong.

Oakley looked at them with a stiff smile, his face flushed, his breathing rapid, his hands clenched, seemingly due to nervousness.

But only he himself knew that he was very excited because he hadn’t seen the sinner for a long time.

Such a person would definitely not be killed by mistake.

After seeing Oakley’s reaction and hearing what old man Joe said, several people understood what happened to Oakley and started pointing at him and laughing.

Oakley lowered his head as if in humiliation and said nothing.

“Go back. If you are a poor fellow and have no money, you can stay in our tavern for two days. Just say it was arranged by me. If you stay longer, I will charge you.”

The captain was kind enough to arrange accommodation for Oakley and then left.

Old man Joe shook his head and looked at Oakley. “They are just so mean. After all, you can’t expect any quality from people who only know how to use those two guns all day long. But it doesn’t matter. That man is called Red. There is a tavern in the town under his name. You can stay there for two days and eat there. Even if he knows, he won’t be able to refuse.”

Oakley barely suppressed the situation, looked at the dust from the car, and nodded: “That’s great.” All the way to the town that old man Joe mentioned, Oakley looked around and found it to be a very ordinary town with wooden houses and stone houses. There were only two main roads, and the entire town was estimated to have only one or two thousand people.

Old man Joe first took him to his home and gave him two sets of clothes. Then he took him to the tavern and arranged for him to stay there using Red’s name.

“I can only help you up to this point. Don’t think that the store owner is easy to talk to. He’s doing that because of Red’s reputation. You only have two days. When the time is up, you should leave. There must be cars leading to the state capital on the main road we just came in. You can see if you can get a ride.”

Old man Joe is considered a good man and helped Oakley solve a lot of problems.

“Thank you so much, I hope I’ll have a chance to repay you in the future,” Oakley said with a smile.

“Oh, then you must remember my address. Bring a bottle of Silver Tequila when you come. I will ask my wife to prepare a delicious meal to welcome you.”

Old man Qiao made a few jokes and left.

He also has his own job, and no matter how casual his nature is, he still has to go to work.

“Silver Tequila?” Oakley noted.

When it was night, Oakley took a shower and changed into new clothes. After resting for a few hours, he came to the tavern lobby.

“Hey, old man Joe didn’t say he would pay for your wine.” The tavern owner stared at Oakley with an expressionless face.

“Oh, is this handsome guy an Ami? Don’t be so stingy, Eric. Give this handsome guy a margarita and put it on my bill.” A plump woman took a fancy to Oakley, who had good looks, and her hand even touched Oakley’s lower abdomen.

Because the clothes didn’t fit him well, it made his figure more obvious.

Oakley did not refuse. He took the drink prepared by the boss, took the woman to sit aside, and began to tell her about his unfortunate experience, arousing the woman’s sympathy, and then inquired for more information about nearby gangs.

Sure enough, no matter what her purpose was, after the woman heard Oakley’s tragic story, she burst into tears and couldn’t wait to touch him all over, saying that she was checking his body but actually taking advantage of him.

Oakley endured it and spent an hour or two communicating. After getting the information he wanted, he found an excuse to get rid of the other party and returned to the room in the tavern.

The night is deep.

Oakley spread his wings from the window and flew quickly towards the gang base he knew was there.

After holding it in for so long, he now just wants to have a big one.

A pair of arms grew from the wings behind him, wrapping Oakley’s face, forming a dark area. At first glance, he looked like a headless person.

base camp.

We are all night owls.

They find any excuse to hold a party every few days.

The gang leaders were also happy with this kind of activity which was inexpensive and could win people’s hearts. From time to time, they would buy a batch of good liquor from the state capital so that their men could have a good time.

As for whether other gangs will take the opportunity to invade, sorry, the people next door are having more fun than them.

And based on their experience, they don’t consider these issues much. They believe that as long as they have guns and people, even drunken men can kill the enemy without leaving a single piece of armor.

“Cheers! Congratulations to our boss for getting his hundredth girlfriend!”

Yes, that’s the reason for today’s party.

There was a sound of clinking glasses, and some people picked up the bottles and poured the wine directly into their mouths. They were all first-rate drunkards.

The smell of grilled meat was spreading, and those who came from nearby villages and towns to do odd jobs swallowed their saliva and silently did their work as waiters.

There were also many women in scantily clad clothes wandering around, negotiating suitable prices.

Yes, the boss didn’t pay for this. He was only responsible for arranging people to pick up and drop off these women. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to handle so many guns.

In such a beautiful atmosphere, someone finally saw Oakley floating in the sky with drunken eyes. He was wearing almost nothing but shorts.

Oakley outlined a smile in the night.

He plummeted down, landing unobstructed in the center of the party, and a knee strike completely shattered someone’s chest. The person was still drunk and there was no way he could sober up.

Blood and tissue spread out, splashing onto many people. Screams of terror began to spread, and many people who had not yet gotten into the state of mind rushed to see what was happening, while others rushed to where the guns were stored.

“Gift crab!”

A black ball flew towards the boss, and he subconsciously caught it, but he didn’t expect it to be half of the head of a capable man.

With a grim face, he threw away his head, grabbed the rifle he was carrying, and was about to shoot the guy who disrupted his party. The next second, he felt dizzy and lost consciousness as if he was completely drunk.

“Monster! Monster!”

“The black angel is fucking extraordinary!”

“I haven’t done anything bad, don’t kill me! I only swallowed tadpoles!”

The scene was in complete chaos. Many people escaped, most of them were ordinary people, and the gang members were almost all resisting. Although they had considerable firepower, they could not hit Oakley, especially when the black flames on his body surged and he was almost invisible in the night.

Facts have proved that when facing the extraordinary, unless these gang members who have not received rigorous training can form a covering attack, they can only wait to be defeated one by one by the other side.

However, after a few minutes, the gunshots became sparse, and after a few more minutes, with the last scream, the entire base fell into complete silence.

Most of the gang members were split fairly, some were split into two pieces, some were scattered east and west, and one piece was carried off by a wild dog.

There were still a few people who escaped, but he didn’t want to chase them for the time being. Now, he stood quietly in the middle of the bloody slaughterhouse, looking up, enjoying the refreshing aftertaste.

At this moment, he felt that he was no different from a drug addict, except that it was more tiring.

“Ok?”

Oakley walked to the side of the body, bent down, and pulled out the bottle of wine from the other person’s trouser pocket.

“Is this the brand of wine that old man Joe wants from Casa Dragones?”

He collected it without any intention of continuing to kill it, flew into the clouds, and disappeared from the scene.

After a while, some villagers and women who did not dare to escape poked their heads out from everywhere, trembling.

Then, led by some people, they looted the house and the bodies of valuables, and ran away towards home with more money than they had ever seen in their lives.

Takashima Yumi has been watching silently from one place, thinking
Did I make the wrong choice? This guy Oakley can’t actually find Shirai’s whereabouts?
(End of this chapter)