Chapter 182: You're damned!

For a moment, Song Ruyu was slightly stunned.

Sister Song?

Does this clown know me? Otherwise, how would he call me Sister Song?

In recent years, it seems that only that little guy has been called that. Others, even at the age of being a younger brother, will be honored as Secretary Song or Director. And not so closely.

The only daughter of the Song family is not something that anyone can approach.

She was a little stunned. The clown on the side gently pushed her arm: "Sister Song, they won't give you time to think." ”

While speaking, Song Ruyu quickly came back to her senses.

Oh, yes.

The condemned prisoner had just put down his pride and wanted to kill the Joker. Although she is safe for the time being, how can she watch the Joker being killed by a death row inmate?

I still remember that the clown just said to himself: follow him and kill him together?

How?

Song Ruyu looked at the clown curiously. Through the mask, gaze into the clown's eyes.

These eyes are really familiar. Much like the gaze of that little brother.

"What are you going to do?" Song Ruyu glanced at the vicious kidnappers opposite.

They're got a gun in their hands. And the clown even returned the gun he had just snatched from the condemned prisoner to the pianist.

Kill it out together?

That's easier said than done.

"Turn off the lights. ”

Smack.

Suddenly, the studio was plunged into endless darkness. The studio is enclosed. And it's the second basement floor. Now the lights are out. It can be said that you can't see your fingers, and you can't see your sight at all.

The moment the lights went out, Song Ruyu was held by a big and generous hand. Quickly reach a small space in the dark.

"Sister Song, don't be impatient. The clown's low voice rang in his ears. "Please stay here for a few minutes. I solved them very quickly. ”

"Are you alone?" Song Ruyu also lowered her voice. Not far away, the sound of bandits' cursing and noise sounded.

Apparently looking for illumination.

"I remember Sister Song said that the death row prisoner must not be let go?" said the clown with squinted eyes. In the darkness, those eyes were unusually bright. "I'll let him stay. ”

After saying this, the clown slowly stood up. In the dark, he ran towards the crowd of kidnappers.

He had a dagger in his hand, a dagger that didn't look like it had the slightest characteristic, but it had broken hair. It is about twenty centimeters long, which is the length of his palm. But in his hands, he is like a spiritual snake, extremely flexible and sharp.

Flutter!

A bandit's neck was cut, and blood splattered out instantly.

At the same time, a flashlight glows. I happened to see the hideous mask of the clown. And that bloody dagger.

"Turn off the flashlight!"

The pianist shouted angrily.

He felt a flurry in his heart, and he knew very well that this clown had begun his magic trick with blood!

The condemned prisoner was supported by several bandits and walked towards the door of the studio. The power has been cut off, and they must leave before they can find a way out. Otherwise, it is like catching a turtle in an urn, and no one can escape.

However, just as the first few bandits were about to touch the doorknob. There was a sudden chill at the wrist, and the whole hand was cut off. The fingers that tugged at the doorknob didn't fall.

Bang dang!

The door to the studio suddenly locked. In the ears of all the bandits, the clown's low and hoarse voice sounded.

As if like a cat and mouse, the clown's tone is full of playful meaning: "Want to go, it's too late..."

"Kill him!" the condemned prisoner was terrified.

The bandits didn't know where they were. There were only two flashlights, which could not illuminate the entire studio at all. The pianist, who used to dislike the studio being too small, feels that it is too spacious now. Gave the clown too many hiding places.

Over time, bandits continued to be killed. The smell of blood in the studio is getting stronger. Everywhere you kick, it is as if you have stepped on the sticky bloodstains, which makes your scalp tingle.

And even Song Ruyu, who was hiding in the corner, couldn't help but cover her nose.

But the heart was terrified.

Who the hell is this clown, why is he so powerful, and can move freely in the space where he can't see his fingers. Kill whoever you want?

How did he do it?

Could it be that he really has night vision?

The noise grew louder and sharper. But Song Ruyu could hear it, but there were fewer and fewer bandits who could still make a sound. There are less than double digits left...

That is, in less than five minutes, the Joker has killed at least fifteen people.

An average of three people per minute kills people!

Creepy guys!

Even Song Ruyu thinks so, how will the pianist and others think of the clown?

"Do you have to kill them all?" the pianist's mentality was a little unbalanced.

The condemned prisoner constantly urged him to find the clown. But in such a dark space, he didn't dare to turn on the lights. How do you find a clown hiding in the dark?

He is distraught and constantly pressured by the Joker. The mental state is on the verge of collapse.

"I told you. ”

In the darkness, the clown's voice sounded again.

"Those who offend me Huaxia - there is no forgiveness for killing!"

Flutter!

Another bandit was killed.

Fierce gunfire rang out, sweeping towards the screams. The spark is shining, but where can you beat the clown?

Finally - the studio fell silent.

All that remained was the heavy gasps of the condemned prisoner, and the sweaty, cautious pianist who scanned his surroundings.

As far as he could see, he could only see about a meter away. This is already his limit. But the clown seems to see such a dark studio as daylight. Come and go as you please!

"It's your turn. ”

The clown's voice rang out again. But it's chilling.

The ruthlessness of his methods and the thunder of his actions all reveal his identity as a terrifying powerhouse.

Don't say it's these two guys, even the top powerhouses in the mercenary world may not be able to compete with this clown.

He- is he really the Daredevil?

The pianist at this moment, confirmed himself my guess.

Yes. He's the Night Demon. A terrifying creature that terrifies the entire mercenary world!

One, a pervert destined to be written in the annals of history!

When the cold dagger plunged into the pianist's fragile throat, the farce finally came to an end.

The pianist grabbed the clown's stabbed arm and opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't breathe in the air.

"You-"

Flutter!

The clown pulled out his dagger and said coldly, "You deserve to die!"

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