At this moment, a cold wind suddenly blew in from the window, and the sudden piercing feeling made me shiver, and I turned my head to look out the window, life!

I can climb out of the window, I don't have to go straight to the top floor like Spider-Man did, I just need to run to other floors before they notice I'm gone.

Now that group of people are all gathered in this building, even if I jump directly downstairs, I can temporarily charm them for a while.

Without further ado, I leaned on the window and looked left and right, looking for a place to climb, obviously the outside of the new floor is very beautiful, there will be no incongruous things exposed, such as drainage pipes, ventilation ducts, etc., plus most of the people who can live here are the kind of difficult households that solve the problem of food and clothing, so there is not even an outdoor air conditioner.

As I stuck my neck out of the window, a cold wind blew in through my neckline, giving me a chill.

The shouting outside the door was getting louder and louder, and I knew that I couldn't drag it out, so I flipped over it right now, with my hands on the edge of the window, and my feet dangling in the air, directly perpendicular to the wall.

I looked down, and the top of the window under my feet was more than a meter, this distance was on flat ground, and kindergarten children would be fine if they fell, but in my current situation, with the inertia of my body falling, the support point under my feet is so wide, if my hands can't grasp something to stabilize, it will inevitably slide down.

I gasped for breath to calm myself down, the group had already slammed the door open, and they were supposed to be searching for me.

I closed my eyes and slowly let go of one hand, so that my body was closer to the top of the window at my feet, and I was in a matter of life and death.

After letting go, the speed of the rapid fall of the body didn't have time to make me think about it at all, until my feet slipped and I opened my eyes suddenly, and pressed against the wall with all my strength.

In an instant, my hands were on the top of the window, and with a swing of my legs, I jumped straight into the room, sat on the floor, and the moment I leaned against the wall, I felt that my back was completely soaked.

By the time I tried to stand up, my legs were so weak that they weren't my own, but listening to the shouting from upstairs, I knew it was time for real hand-to-hand combat.

If they don't find me, they're going to search the upper and lower floors again, so that there will be less pressure on me in terms of numbers, and I'd rather be hacked to death by them than fall to my death.

I propped up the wall with one hand and pulled out my gun with the other, facing the doorway, the only place they could enter, and I was absolutely sure that not a single bullet would be wasted.

I closed my eyes and counted down in my mind, waiting for them to appear.

"It's coming!"

I don't know how, but when I said these two words, I was actually a little excited.

Before they could come in for me, I strode out the door, raised my hand and fired a few shots, and as the snow in the room fell, one of my magazines was gone.

Because their heads were so dense, I could clearly see that with the power of my pistol, it was normal for a single bullet to take two or three lives.

There were more corpses on the ground, but the outlaws on the other side did not have the slightest fear, but when they saw the blood flying in the sky, they all showed a bloodthirsty fanaticism, and desperately waved the knives and sticks in their hands to cut at me.

I quickly threw out the empty magazine, pulled out a loaded load from my waist with flying speed, knelt on the ground on one leg and fired a few shots, picked up a mountain axe that was still in my hand, and threw it into the crowd.

Then, he picked up a horse chopping knife and ran into the crowd and slashed down at a rapid pace.

The knife fell, the gunfire and smoke dissipated, and I don't know how many people were lying on the ground, and screams, whimpering, and moaning came and went.

I don't know how many times I have been beaten, the burning pain at the knife edge has covered up the exhaustion, the clothes have been completely soaked with blood, standing at the elevator door and pressing the button, looking at myself reflected in the mirror image through the elevator door, like Satan standing above hell looking down on the group of evil ghosts who are being punished underground, and laughing evilly:

That's who I am!