She stared at Zuo Yang's expression, "Zuo Yang, did you hear anything?"
Confused, Zuo Yang raised his ears for a moment and said: "There is a police car siren...".
It seemed that he was not a hunter. Wuyou couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and urged: "It's getting late. Go back to bed quickly. I'm really sleepy." Zuo Yang looked at her and looked at her as if she was cheating. He hurriedly packed his schoolbag. Wuyou was truly relieved when he saw that he didn't come out after closing the door.
In order not to alert the snake, Wuyou directly took out a set of wrist devices from the dark cabinet and fastened it on his arm, and jumped directly from the window on the 31st floor. When the beep beep beep of the chip in the cerebral cortex became more and more rapid, , she pressed the launching device, and a diamond claw shot into the building with a bang.
At the hunting scene, a woman was holding a long sword, and the sofa was covered in blood, but Wuyou hadn't seen the body yet.
She walked inside and asked, "Hunter 0726, where are the people?"
The woman looked indifferent: "Who is it?"
I searched every room while being vigilant, but found nothing, nothing except blood stains.
"Let me ask you again, where is he?" Wuyou was a little angry. There was no way the chip could go wrong.
"A hunter is amazing? Why do you hunt if there is no evidence." The woman sat on the sofa and wiped the hilt of her sword leisurely with a brown tea towel.
Hearing this, Wuyou sneered and kicked the tea cup off the coffee table. The woman's reaction speed was extremely fast. When she blocked it with the sword hilt, the cup was smashed to the ground.
She quickly kicked the fruit plate and it flew up. Just as the woman was blocking, Wuyou waved his hand, and a white needle-like object was inserted directly into the woman's throat, "You... how dare you..." He didn't finish his words. , blood flowed like pillars, and soon his head tilted and he died.
The bleeding spot on her neck was a fish bone two fingers wide. This was nothing more than the best hidden weapon. Wuyou had just seen it among the leftovers when he was patrolling the woman's kitchen.
She picked up the woman's sword and slashed open the sofa, revealing a male corpse curled up inside.
The deceased was almost stabbed to death by random swords, curling up with a painful expression.
She stopped lingering, pressed the hunting device in her hand, and the location was sent. She jumped out of the window with a big stride and jumped out. Two minutes later, she appeared in the lobby of the apartment building.
After returning home and freshening up, I went to the next hunting location.
This is a mansion area, a single-family garden villa. The villa is bright and bright, but her hunting ground is in the back garden, where there is an unbelievably simple utility room.
As soon as you get close to Wuyou, you can smell a moldy smell, and in addition there is a rancid smell.
Sitting in a dark room was a slovenly young man. He was sitting in front of the computer and typing on the keyboard like crazy. Yes, crazy.
His eyes were red, his expression was ferocious, and his skinny fingers were snapping on the keyboard. It was through such hands that negative energy was spread throughout the world.
Over the past six months, he has made comments that have made people depressed and self-destructive. The number of people who responded to him has reached a number that has given the government a headache.
They compare the number of times they take medicine, the degree of self-mutilation, and even the methods of suicide. Most of the victims are children from single-parent families or orphans without relatives.
When the young man discovered Wuyou, he was unusually calm. He tapped the keyboard a few more times without haste and pressed the send button.
He retracted his withered hands and looked at Wuyou: "Little sister, are you here to kill me?"
Under the dirty feathery head is a bony face. He has two small tiger teeth and his smile is particularly beautiful. However, paired with his sunken eye sockets, he has a different kind of poignancy.
"0726, hunt according to law." The still cold tone coupled with her ten thousand-year-old cold face made it seem like she shouldn't be too ruthless.
"Come on!" The young man smiled in relief, with a few white strands showing through his withered and yellow hair.
Wuyou had predicted the boy's behavior. He was imprisoned here and deliberately designed himself to enter the hunting range.
He wants to die, but he doesn't dare to do it, or he still expects someone to love him. As far as the current situation is concerned, this is indeed impossible. He may not be able to wait for the person who can love him to appear.
"biu~"
At the end of the second, the hollow between her eyebrows allowed Wuyou to release an unhappy emotion for the first time. Her mania would relapse from time to time.
She looked carefully and saw that there was a thick iron chain tied to the boy's ankle. After wearing it for a long time, the ankle had become deformed. There were wounds everywhere on his thin body, some of which had not yet formed scabs.
Except for a chair, a table and a computer, there was no bed, and there was nothing the teenager could use to satisfy his hunger.
There were mountains of dust and debris, moldy walls, and a rotten smell. It seemed like rats had died in the debris.
As she left, she glanced at the computer, which showed black text in white letters.
"The angel came to save me!"
The latest was published exactly one minute before she fired the shot.
Angel? For those who are suffering, she is indeed a kind of salvation.
The task was completed. She raised her foot to leave. Her foot stepped on a crispy foreign object. She bent down and picked it up. It was a piece of dog food.
She placed the broken piece of dog food in the boy's palm and said lightly: "You are free."
When passing by the villa in front, Wuyou felt for the first time her necessity as a hunter.
In the villa, the gorgeous crystal chandelier reflects the magnificence from the floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides.
The furniture placed in the room is all luxurious and exquisite, and the floor is actually the "national quintessence" treasure of country Y, the Costoman flower carpet.
Such a family background could not tolerate a young man. A girl was surrounded by her hostess and hostess, and there were two servants waiting on her. There was also a white poodle lying on the ground.
The warm side deeply hurts Wuyou's eyes. The world is polarized. Some people use up all their energy to live, while some people take pleasure in trampling on the dignity of others and live so wantonly.
She is not a god and cannot judge the living or the dead, but she is a ghost and can drag the damned to hell.
"Crack, crackle -"
She kicked open the floor-to-ceiling window, and the servant was so frightened that he crawled and ran to press the alarm. Wuyou picked up the Clivia on the flower stand and threw it away.
There was a muffled sound, and the servant fell to the ground. The man and the woman tightly blocked the girl behind them. Another servant knelt on the ground with his hands clasped together and spoke in a foreign language that he did not understand.
The dog was so frightened that he put his tail between his legs and barked. Look at the irony. The dog's collar actually had a gold medal on it. The boy's life was worse than that of a dog. He really deserved to die!
The man wearing gold-rimmed glasses was stunned when he saw Wuyou's actions: "Who are you? Breaking into a private house is a capital crime!" The woman wearing a crimson cheongsam next to him also followed up and said loudly: "Yes, then But it’s a capital crime!”
