Without any unnecessary words, the massacre began.
Che Qiao walked behind a man kneeling on the edge, raised the soldier's shovel with both hands, and with a whooshing sound, slammed it hard on the back of the man's head!
"Thud!" A dull sound, not like bones cracking, but more like a ripe watermelon being smashed open, the man's head collapsed in a grotesque angle, without a single groan, directly falling forward into the pitch-black mine pit, only a muffled landing sound echoing from the depths.
"No—!!"
A girl beside him let out a heart-wrenching scream, but her voice was cut short when a fire axe cleaved past half of her neck, blood spewing out like a fountain, tracing a glaring red line through the rain and flashlight beam, her body twitched and slumped.
"Hahaha! Next one!" A tall, skinny gangster member shouted excitedly, swinging the iron rod towards the next kneeling person's head ferociously.
Bang! Thuddy! Crack!
