The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 650 - Accumulating Evil Deeds_1

Chapter 650: Chapter 650 Accumulating Evil Deeds_1

Chapter 650 -650 Accumulating Evil Deeds_1

Several minutes later, Greg Jensen finally packed away all the Jade Stones, but these few seconds felt like a century to Yana.

Just as Yana couldn’t wait to leave this troubled place, a harsh screech of brakes tore through the air.

“Quick, someone’s causing trouble on our turf!”

“Kill him!”

“Da Da Da…”

A burst of machine-gun fire rang out, and the market’s doors were immediately riddled with holes like a beehive.

“Everyone inside, come out, or else, you’ll all be executed!” a gruff voice bellowed from outside.

At that moment, the people inside the market ran out as if their lives depended on it, cursing their parents for not giving them an extra leg.

“They’re calling us out, let’s go.”

Greg Jensen gave Yana a slight smile, hands in his pockets, and walked out step by step.

Yana didn’t even know how she made it outside, feeling only a void in her mind and finding it hard to breathe.

Especially when she saw several trucks filled with heavily armed men at the door, she nearly crumbled to the ground.

The newcomers weren’t the petty players from the market earlier, but hardened veterans of battle accustomed to blood and violence.

Not only were they numerous, but they also came with heavy weaponry. It wasn’t a matter of dealing with just Greg Jensen; they were more than enough for a full platoon.

It’s over, we’re definitely doomed!

Yana had resigned herself to death, blaming her bad luck for encountering Greg Jensen, the Plague God.

Not just Yana, but also the onlookers on the street outside were pointing at Greg Jensen, convinced that, in their eyes, he was already a dead man.

Causing trouble on General Sam’s territory, what’s the difference from seeking death?

Confronted with this band of ferocious armed militants, Greg Jensen was not thinking about how to beg for mercy. To him, these people were no more than ants; just a rabble.

Initially, Greg Jensen had planned to make a move quickly and end things swiftly, but then he changed his mind.

The raw jade stones of Helghan were under the control of these warlords, and if he had to search market by market, it would take ages.

The warlords’ hands must have accumulated many good things by now. If he was going to search, he might as well loot thoroughly.

Thus, he conceived a crazy idea.

He would plunder all the warlords of Helghan!

At that moment, a burly man with a scarred face came forward, seemingly the leader of this gang.

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“So you’re the one who killed our men? You’ve got some nerve,” the scarred face said coldly, his expression menacing.

Greg Jensen smiled: “Yes, it’s me, what of it?”

“You’re seeking death!”

“This guy’s too arrogant!”

The gang of bandits started shouting, getting ready to make a move.

Greg Jensen’s icy gaze fixed on the ringleader as he spoke in a stern voice, “I’d advise you not to make a move, or you’ll regret it.”

That seemingly plain statement sent a jolt of alarm through the scarred face.

Especially that look in Greg Jensen’s eyes, for a second it made him feel like he was already a dead man.

Just then, the scarred face’s phone rang. After taking the call, he frowned slightly.

“Kid, you’re lucky, you don’t have to die for now. My boss heard you’re good at picking raw stones and wants to meet you. Come with us.”

At those words, Yana waved her hands in fright.

But Greg Jensen didn’t even think twice before agreeing, having been worried about how to get to the Warlords’ lair, this was exactly what he wanted, so why not go?

Yana regretted it so much her guts were turning green. If she had known it would turn out like this, she would never have agreed to pick up Greg Jensen.

But it was too late for regrets now, as the bandit soldiers forced her into the vehicle.

Seeing Yana’s concern, Greg Jensen patted the back of her hand and said softly, “Don’t worry, with me here, I’ll ensure you’re unharmed.”

Yana opened her mouth but said nothing. This seemingly boastful statement, for some reason, was incredibly reassuring to hear.

The jeep weaved through the banana plantations and after about fifteen minutes arrived at a large building.

Calling it a village would be inappropriate; it was more fitting to label it a den of thieves.

“Follow me, I’ll take you to meet my bro,” Scarface beckoned as he led the way in front.

Greg Jensen, with Yana following behind, walked while surveying the surroundings.

In a nearby room, hundreds of people sat in front of computers, clearly engaged in telecommunication fraud.

Not only that, but Greg Jensen also saw many women being herded upstairs, all of whom had been trafficked.

There were also some in white coats coming in and out, and seeing the people carried out on stretchers, Greg Jensen knew they must have had their kidneys harvested.

Fraud, gambling, organ trafficking – such vile acts had become commonplace in this country.

Seeing all this, Greg Jensen felt a surge of anger rising within him.

Initially, he had only desired to plunder the jade stones from the hands of these Warlords, but now he had changed his mind.

He decided to send these scumbags straight to hell!

Soon, Scarface stopped in front of a house, asked Greg Jensen to wait at the door, and went inside to report.

A cold smirk appeared on Greg Jensen’s face, a glint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and suddenly he grabbed Scarface’s neck and twisted it, breaking it.

When they heard the commotion outside, Captain Angus, Scarface’s boss, kicked open the door and stepped out.

As soon as he saw Scarface’s body and then Greg Jensen’s indifferent face, he instantly understood what had happened.

“Men, kill this bastard!”

At Captain Angus’ command, armed bandits poured out from the surrounding houses in such numbers that it was astounding.

Yana never imagined that Greg Jensen would dare to kill someone in the enemy’s lair; her mind went blank with fear, not knowing what to do.

“Stay put and don’t move.”

Greg Jensen glanced at the oncoming bandits, thought for a moment, and the Twilight Snow Knife appeared in his hand.

“Old buddy, let’s feast today!”

Brandishing the Twilight Snow Knife, Greg Jensen charged into the crowd like a fierce wolf instead of retreating.

He showed no mercy to these scum, and with each swing of his knife, the bandits fell, cleaved into two pieces.

The bandit soldiers raised their guns to retaliate, but they couldn’t catch even a glimpse of Greg Jensen. Instead, they ended up killing many of their own.

With the Twilight Snow Knife in hand, Greg Jensen weaved back and forth through the crowd, leaving behind a trail of bodies, the blood drained from their veins, turning them into mummified husks.

A one-sided massacre thus began.

But the slaughter didn’t last long; within moments, everyone in the building had been killed by Greg Jensen.

Looking at the corpses strewn about, Captain Angus sat on the ground, paralyzed. A butcher known for not blinking an eye while killing was now so terrified he had wet his pants.

Yana’s eyes bulged, her mouth agape, looking in disbelief at Greg Jensen standing amidst the pile of bodies.

In her eyes, Greg Jensen was no longer human; he was a deity, an unstoppable god of slaughter!