"I should have killed you directly back then." The middle-aged man unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and rolled up the cuffs, revealing his scarred wrists. "Today I want to make up for my previous mistakes."
Hearing this, Zhou Jinwu's corpse smiled even more exaggeratedly. His eyes hung upwards strangely, revealing a large white of his eyes, "Mr. Minister, you really can't cry without seeing the coffin. Do you still think it was back then? Now I am also S-level. Today .I'm going to dig that door out of you!'
Before he finished speaking, several more figures rushed out from the end of the corridor, including guards with stiff expressions and smartly dressed women with short hair. These people, like Zhou Jinwu, had been made into puppets, and they were now walking towards him with strange steps. The middle-aged man rushed over.
"Hee hee hee..
Without any further hesitation, the middle-aged man suddenly pulled out a pistol from his arms.
It was an old-fashioned revolver with a terrifyingly large caliber, and the ivory handle was badly worn.
"boom!'
The gun flame ejected from the muzzle instantly illuminated the man's stern face. The bullet with huge kinetic energy did not fly towards the puppet rushing towards him, but seemed to miss the target and flew towards the ceiling in the distance.
Along with a scream, a figure fell from the dark ceiling.
He was a thin, stooped guy, wearing colorful clothes like those worn by street jugglers in the old days.
Beside him, half of an arm was missing.
Naturally, the guy who was the puppet master huddled up in a ball, holding his broken arm and shouting for help in pain. This large-caliber bullet directly tore his limbs. If he hadn't reacted quickly, this shot would have blown off his head.
After the puppet master was seriously injured, all the puppets lost control and fell to the ground one after another. The middle-aged man shot the puppet master again in the head without thinking.
The puppet master's face became distorted, and time seemed to be infinitely slowed down at this moment, and the trajectory of the warhead could even be clearly seen.
The middle-aged man suddenly frowned.
It’s not what it seems, it’s true!
But it was not time that was slowed down, but his movements and the speed at which the warhead was advancing.
There was an invisible resistance hindering them, as if the whole person was submerged in water.
At the same time, a disembodied singing sound came, the location of which could not be distinguished at all, and the strange singing seemed to come from all directions.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, a piece of black cloth suddenly appeared next to the puppet master, and a man jumped out of the black cloth, wearing a black top hat, a tuxedo, a white shirt underneath, white leather shoes, and a scepter hooked in his hand.
The man dressed as a magician picked up the black cloth and wrapped it around the puppeteer, and tapped it lightly with the scepter. The next second, the bullet came as promised, instantly tearing the black cloth and the person inside, and the huge impact even pushed the person several meters away. In the distance, a large blood flower bloomed on the ground.
The person inside had his head smashed as expected, but the important thing is that the person inside was not the puppet master at all, but another, tall person!
After finishing all this, the magician bowed slightly to the middle-aged man and made a curtain call. He raised his head and revealed a sickly face. "Mr. Minister, how are you lately?" The magician shook the hand in his hand. Scepter, "We people are looking forward to your death every day!"
The middle-aged man looked at the strange man in front of him calmly. This man was also an acquaintance of his. He was nicknamed the Magician. He was a madman who took pleasure in killing. He was once a follower of Crimson Extreme and used the name of Crimson to do things everywhere. thing.
Like the Puppet Master, he caught him with his own hands and sent him to prison.
"Now that you're here, don't hide." The middle-aged man stood up straight and said, "Come out!"
"Ah, the slave family has been discovered, hahaha..." Zhen's mouth-hiding chuckle rippled like water waves, and a woman wearing a gauze dress with straps slowly stepped out from behind the corridor wall.
The woman has a delicate appearance and a charming figure. Her exposed skin is white and gleaming, and her charming eyes are even more captivating.
Seeing the middle-aged man looking at her, the woman stood still, bowed and saluted, "I have seen the minister, has the minister smelled the butterfly-inducing fragrance on my body?"
"Oh, you slut, you still smell the fragrance of butterflies. It's time to cover up the body odor on your body!" A rough man with a knife on his back walked out from behind the middle-aged man, spat on the ground and said in a loud voice: " The minister clearly smelled the bloody smell on my sword!'
"We have to call it a day when we have time to talk. Hurry up. This is the headquarters of the execution department after all!" Another cold voice spoke. No one was seen, only a vague figure left on the wall.
"We finally came out, why are you so disappointing!" The rough man with the knife pulled off the machete from his back. The blade was densely covered with tooth marks.
"Puppet master, magician, dancer, swordsman... The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the illusory shadow on the wall, and said emphatically: "And you, singer, you are all here.
The sword demon waved the big sword in his hand, with a look of blood-devouring fanaticism on his face. His two copper bell-like eyes protruded and were densely covered with bloodshot eyes. "If it hadn't been for you back then, we wouldn't have ended up like that. Today, , I will sacrifice your life to my knife!
The magician smiled angrily and said: "Don't you like to collect enemy weapons, Sword Demon? This is the Minister of the Execution Department, and his gun is of extraordinary significance.'
Looking at the silver gun in the middle-aged man's hand, the fanaticism in the sword demon's eyes retreated slightly. He turned to the magician and cursed: "Fuck you bastard, don't you just want me to be the first to fight him?" Are you trying your best, and then you are so worthless that you want to take advantage in the end? Let me tell you, don’t even think about it, your little tricks can’t deceive me!'
"I want to fight with you all!" The sword demon waved his sword, pointing the blade at the middle-aged man.
"But we are also S-class after all. Five of us beat the minister. How unpleasant it would be to spread the word!" The dancer's soft and boneless waist twisted, but the smile on her face betrayed what she was thinking.
"Jie Jie Jie... The magician smiled wildly and tapped the ground with the scepter in his hand. "Everyone, listen to me. I have a good idea. Today we will kill everyone in this building. Wouldn't that be great? A dead person... will never spread the news about this place!"
"Hurry up!" The puppet master hiding at the end, enduring the pain, urged sternly. Looking at the severed arm not far away, he wished he could chop the middle-aged man alive.
"Why are you so anxious? I've endured it for decades and you still care about a few minutes now!"
The magician was a little impatient after being urged repeatedly. He was enjoying the situation at the moment. It reminded him of the time when he was cornered by a middle-aged man. What a turn of events!
The puppet master was about to argue, but thinking of his current situation, he wisely chose to shut up.
The magician turned to the middle-aged man and showed a sarcastic smile, narrowing his eyes slightly. As he walked, the heels of his leather shoes hit the ground with a very loud clicking sound, "Let me guess where our minister is now. "What are you thinking about?" He said in a long voice intentionally, "Ah, I guessed it. The minister must be thinking of stalling for time, and then waiting for his good brother Gong Zhe to descend from the sky and save him like a savior, right?"
The magician's expression became even more exaggerated. At this moment, the morbidity and madness were clearly displayed on his body, "But my dear Minister, I regret to inform you that Gong Zhe, please don't wait any longer, he won't come." !”
"Because he didn't hear from you at all!"
"Can't you figure out why?" the magician pretended to be surprised, as if he was monologued in a stage play, "Hehehe, it's because your subordinate deputy minister betrayed you!"
"Mr. Wu Houde! He knows current affairs better than you. We can all stand here today thanks to Mr. Wu who drove us in. Otherwise... the magician smiled and exhaled: "It's really a troublesome thing. Woolen cloth!'
"Traitors will not end well." The middle-aged man said calmly
While the magician was speaking, his eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man's face. However, after realizing that the middle-aged man's face did not have the expression he wanted, his face became distorted.
What he wants is for middle-aged people to be afraid, and even beg them to let him go, just like he did back then.
"Mr. Minister." The magician threatened: "Don't you have anything to say? We are about to send you on your way." Have a safe trip. "The middle-aged man raised the muzzle of his gun, pointed it at the magician and pulled the trigger.
Facing this nightmare pistol, the magician couldn't stop himself and was so frightened that he immediately buckled the black cloak around his body. In the next moment, the cloak lost its support and fell to the ground, and the person inside disappeared out of thin air.
The magician who reappeared not far away was breathing heavily, and a strange blush appeared on his pale face.
He was angry, anxious and angry, because the middle-aged man didn't fire at all!
"Trash." The middle-aged man shook his head.
"Go together!'
This time the magician roared angrily, his slender voice broke. He aimed at the middle-aged man and threw out a few playing cards. Then he immediately pulled out his scepter and rushed towards the middle-aged man.
Not to be outdone, the sword demon waved the sword in his hand. The blade seemed to have some strange connection with the sword demon, and it actually made a buzzing sound.
"Oh, stop fighting now, you're scaring the slave family..." The dancing girl showed a weird smile, then stared at the middle-aged man and started to dance, her soft light maroon eyes turned into lavender, The brilliance inside is flowing, very coquettish.
And as the dancer twisted, a pair of slender, boneless hands actually stretched out from the middle-aged man's back, and then touched his cheek, eyebrow corners, chest, and a few very dishonest downward touches. go.
The middle-aged man was unmoved. He first ducked sideways to avoid a few poker cards that were coming at him like sharp blades. Then he turned around and aimed a clean shot at the sword demon.
The sword demon couldn't dodge, so he could only block it with his sword. The bullet hit the blade and caused sparks from friction. The huge kinetic energy forced the sword demon back. Then he punched out hard, hitting the chest of the magician who was bullying him.
This punch penetrated the thin magician without any suspense, but what was incredible was that not a trace of blood flowed out. The magician smiled strangely at the middle-aged man, and his body exploded instantly, turning into countless playing cards. Flying.
The cards were as sharp as blades and cut the middle-aged man's cheek and body as they fell.
A black cloak appeared behind the middle-aged man, and then the magician jumped out, raised his scepter, aimed it at the man's shoulder and smashed it down, go to hell!"
The middle-aged man reacted very quickly, and just as he was about to dodge, someone suddenly jumped from the ceiling, opened his arms and hugged him tightly. In desperation, the man turned sideways and used the person hugging him to resist the magician's attack.
A seemingly light scepter suddenly shattered when it touched the body, revealing a slender three-edged knife inside. The blade directly cut off the body of the man hugging the man, and then cut the man's arm.
The middle-aged man flew up and kicked the magician backwards, causing a mouthful of blood to spurt out.
"Hey hey
The puppet master who controlled the puppet with one hand had a ferocious look on his face, "Don't ignore me, Mr. Minister, let me come too."
Let’s send you on your way!”
The ethereal chanting sounded again, but this time the distance was very close. A blurry figure appeared beside the middle-aged man. Huge resistance pressed down like a mountain, giving the middle-aged man no chance to breathe.
The middle-aged man's body suddenly became heavy. If it was immersed in water before, then this time, it was immersed in glue.
Even movements like raising his arms seemed to be slowing down.
"It's now!"
After the dancer screamed sharply, countless slender hands rushed out, layer upon layer, and tightly covered the middle-aged man's eyes, even covering his entire face.
The sword demon, who had been waiting for the opportunity for a long time, jumped up suddenly, brandished the big knife in his hand, and aimed at the restrained middle-aged man to chop it down. "boom!'
The middle-aged man finally broke through the shackles of resistance, raised the muzzle of his gun, pointed it at the position of the singer in his consciousness, and fired blindly.
At such a close distance, the huge kinetic energy accurately hit the illusory figure's body, tearing him apart directly. The two bodies flew backwards and hit the wall, with blood splattering everywhere.
At this moment, the high-level disciple named Singer revealed his true face.
It was an old man with pale hair, wearing a Tai Chi suit. At this moment, the old man's face was full of disbelief. It seemed that he couldn't understand why he was the one who died.
Obviously his ability to protect himself is the strongest among these people.
'Pfft!'
Another stream of blood spurted out and splashed onto the ceiling. A human head spun in mid-air with inertia, then rolled to the ground and stopped until it hit the wall.
The sword demon gasped and raised his ghost-headed sword. In front of him was a headless corpse. In the corpse's hand, there was still a pistol with white smoke coming out of the muzzle.
"Fuck!" The sword demon spat at the head and said viciously: "Damn, this guy really has two brushes. If the singer hadn't been able to limit his abilities, we would have killed someone today.
The magician, clutching his chest and with blood on his lips, came over and kicked the middle-aged man's body hard. Then he threw out a white handkerchief. The handkerchief turned wider and wider until it finally covered the middle-aged man. corpse.
On the other side, the short and wretched puppet master grabbed the human head on the ground.
