Chapter 143: Chapter 130, Personal Desires_3
Bol opened his mouth, hoping to speak, but Chief Terrell lifted a hand to stop him.
“Shut your mouth. I didn’t ask you. Say one more word, and I’ll kill you,” he said.
Bol could only close his mouth and remain silent.
The brothers beside him, however, couldn’t maintain the composure that he had when facing the notorious and brutal Chief Terrell.
Terrell looked at these n with their nervous and confused expressions and revealed a fierce grin:
“Speak up. The one who speaks, I’ll spare your life,” he said.
Finally, soone couldn’t resist any longer.
A tall, thin fellow quickly distanced himself from his brothers and said, “It was Bol! Bol convinced us to do this! He let the person go, talking about needing to keep a way out, not to take things too far!”
As these words were spoken, Bol and the comrades next to him turned pale. So were shaking so badly they could barely stand; others cursed the traitor; so sought to make excuses…
Bol’s gaze, however, was locked on Terrell.
At this mont, life and death lay within the great leader’s whim.
As the noise gradually subsided, Terrell calmly took out a gun and spoke, “Do you have anything else to say?”
Taking a deep breath, Bol answered, “All I did was for the good of our brothers. If we killed everyone, we’d make an enemy for life, and then…
“You’re pretty good at keeping options open for yourself,” he was interrupted.
Bol tried a different approach, earnestly pleading, “Chief, I’ve followed you for ten years now. The brothers from the early days are dead or missing, and few of us are left. We’ve built a great enterprise, with thousands dependent on us for a living, and we’ve united many tribes around us… We’ve co to an end here.
“What will co next? We couldn’t stand against the old Alliance Governnt, and we stand even less of a chance against the New Alliance Governnt. Haven’t you seen the army that recently ca here? They have armored vehicles! They have tanks! They have artillery! Are we really ant to fight such an enemy?
“Though we greatly outnumber them, and we have the advantage of surprise, even if we win, they will send a second, a third army. We can’t afford such losses.
“What’s wrong with taking this chance to join the New Alliance’s system? All the brothers would have a place, and you could still lead us, enlisted by the Alliance into the army. Look at that Major Perbov, how impressive he seed arriving in that armored vehicle. In the future, you could also be a general… Wouldn’t that be good? I really don’t understand why you insist on being a bandit, a plunderer?”
Bol’s words indeed ca across as sincere.
Regrettably… Terrell was utterly unmoved.
He quietly said, “Are you done?”
“I’m done,” Bol replied.
“For the sake of your father, who once saved my life, and for the ten years you’ve been with , I gave you a chance to speak. You know if you begged for rcy, I would have let you live, but unfortunately, you have said such things,” Terrell responded.
He pulled the trigger.
The bullet rcilessly passed through Bol’s head.
The raider captain imdiately fell to the ground, lifeless.
Terrell looked at the other followers of Bol with disgust and waved his hand: “Kill all these traitors.”
A burst of gunfire ensued, leaving no one alive.
Then, Terrell turned to the fellow who had reported Bol earlier.
The man was so scared that he was about to wet his pants: “You… you said you would spare my life.”
“Yes,” Terrell approached him, his hands gripping the man’s head, “I did say that. I will forgive your act of betrayal, but you caused the death of my dear nephew Bol; I never said I would forgive you for that.”
“You…”
The man barely had ti to say anything more when he felt a trendous force.
Terrell broke his neck with his bare hands.
After executing the n, the raiders dragged the bodies away, while others continued to keep watch. Terrell turned to the few people who had been standing behind him, watching the scene unfold, and with a grin said:
“In my life, I despise traitors the most. I apologize for the display, gentlen.”
“Nothing to apologize for, Chief. You’re still rciful,” soone replied.
“I don’t know how old Bol could produce such a naive fool of a son,” remarked another.
“We’ve road this wasteland for so many years, relying on our guns, being tougher than anyone else. To expect us to lay down our arms and beco farrs, workers? Hell, I’d rather die!”
Among those standing behind Terrell were so of his tribal leaders and so raider chiefs he had invited from elsewhere. At this mont, they were all clamoring, praising Terrell for the killing.
anwhile, they left unsaid what was tacitly understood among them.
What Bol had said wasn’t entirely without rit. Were the days of being raiders actually that good?
They burned, killed, and plundered, but there had to be sothing to plunder. Finding a fat sheep, a wealthy rchant, a survivor’s camp with so savings, they could have a full al, but such opportunities were not always there, and people wouldn’t just willingly hand over their possessions. To rob at gunpoint ant risking lives.
Even after attaining significant military strength, they dared not ruthlessly plunder many camps; they had to learn sustainable developnt. They would demand tribute from weaker survivor camps. But those camps barely eked out an existence themselves—how much could they give? In tis when life was hard for everyone, the raiders didn’t feast on at and drink every day.
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