Volume 10: The Dusty Mystery, Chapter 869, I Curse You

A jet-black light flashed like a sudden electric light in the night, silently bringing up two shocking blood lights. The screaming child who was holding her stinging eyes with one hand and crying in her arms suddenly stopped crying at the same time, as if the world had suddenly become quiet in an instant, and no longer heard a sound. She opened her mouth wide and tried to make a sound, but she could only barely squeeze out the sound of "whoosh" air leakage from the severed throat, and with a look of horror and despair on her face, her body shook slightly, and she fell headlong with the child in her arms.

When the two shrill voices disappeared at the same time, Vaco, who seemed to have realized something, trembled violently, twisted his face and shouted hysterically like crazy, "Proro?" Unfortunately, his wife and children did not respond, and not even a sound appeared again.

"Polo" Vaco closed his eyes and screamed wildly as he reached out and groped his way to the place where his wife had been standing before. At that moment, another black light flashed with a bloodthirsty aura, and at the same time as the light disappeared, the cries of another wife and child, who were only an elbow away from Vaco, also abruptly stopped, and there was no sound again. Wako shook suddenly, quickly reached out and fished it out, and a warm and soft body was grabbed in his hands. But at the beginning of the hand, I felt a sticky warmth, and a strong smell of blood came to my nose. An inexplicable panic suddenly arose from the deepest part of his heart, and Waco involuntarily trembled again, but the hand holding his wife's body was subconsciously released.

His wife fell on the grass with her dead child in her arms, her red, swollen and hollow eyes looking up at the dark sky as if she was silently crying why she refused to let go of even the innocent child. And there was still a trace of horror and despair on her face, as well as that strong unwillingness.

"Ahh I don't know if I was sad because of the loss of my two wives and two children, or because I had been injured by a flashbang to my tear ducts, and two lines of tears poured out of my closed eyes. Waco screamed like he had lost his mind, and as he pulled the pistol in the pouch of his waist desperately, he grabbed the last wife beside him with his left hand, and pulled her and the last two children behind him.

Hearing Waco's angry roar, the two ignorant children suddenly cried even harder, and the sharp cry pierced the eardrums with a faint pain. And the only one who is left after all, the psychological quality is higher than the two children, although the body trembles badly, but after all, he still knocks his teeth tightly and does not dare to make any sound, only hugging the young child with one hand, holding the eldest son with the other, hiding behind Wako and shivering.

Vaco finally pulled out his gun in a panic, trying to open his eyes to find his target, but he couldn't. I had to raise my hand and shoot blindly if I pointed in any direction.

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew down from the top of the arm, and the slightest chill carried by the strong wind penetrated directly into the skin, erecting the hairs that were stimulated by the entire arm. Before Vaco could detain the slam down, a burning sensation came from his wrist, followed by a sharp pain that reached his brain.

"Ahh Subconsciously touched it with his left hand, only touching a flat incorporation on his wrist and the hot blood gushing out of the incision, but the palm of his entire right hand was no longer there.

At this moment, Wako went completely crazy, he had cut off countless people's hands in his life, and it was the first time that someone else had cut off his own hand. It turned out that the feeling of the severed hand was really painful, and it was a pain that penetrated the heart and went straight to the bone marrow.

"11I know it's you" Wako closed his eyes tightly, the muscles of his face became hideous and terrifying because of the twisting, and the only remaining left hand covered the broken wrist of his right hand, and he hissed and shouted hysterically in his voice: "Let them go, let them go......"

Right in front of Wako, 11 looked at him coldly, and there was no emotion in his indifferent eyes, as if he was not looking at a living person, but a chicken waiting to be slaughtered. Slowly raised his right hand, and the heavenly slash in his hand swallowed a bloodthirsty cold.

Wako didn't realize that death was approaching, and still closed his tearful eyes, crying hysterically in a vernacular that 11 didn't understand: "Leave them alone......"

At this moment, a dark line quietly crossed silently, and Wako's voice suddenly stopped. He opened his mouth, unable to squeeze out the slightest sound from his throat, and could only weakly feel the blood gushing out of his whole body, with the last unwilling and desperate mood, and the excessively distorted expression on his face, he slowly fell headlong.

After all, there is still no escape from this damn fate.

Vaco squeezed his last breath out of his chest and abdomen, thinking helplessly. From the first day he walked on this path, he already knew the results of today. So for so many years, he has lived cautiously, hoping that he can get a good end. It's really ridiculous to think about it now, will people like them, who have killed most of their lives, really have a good end one day? They have slaughtered too many innocent people in this life, and their hands have long been stained with blood that cannot be washed, and the cause they have planted with their own hands will eventually taste the fruit one day. I just didn't expect that this day would come so quickly and so suddenly.

11……

Waco has a deep impression of this name, and he knows that the person who killed his family must be 11. Because apart from him, no one else has the strength and energy to come here to intercept him at this moment. Similarly, apart from him, Vaco had never seen anyone else with such a great ability to kill all his guards with such a light face.

It's just strange that at this moment when his life is about to come to an end, Wako can't remember what 11 looks like, and he can't even remember how he came to have such an undying grudge with this person.

Wako remembers that he has sent killers to kill 11 many times, although he can't remember why he has to kill 11 stubbornly, but it doesn't matter, in his opinion, killing a person is like stepping on an ant, killing if you want to, you don't need too many reasons. It's just that the later development of things gradually went beyond his control, and the killers sent out failed one after another, and the arrogant Wa couldn't accept this fact, in his opinion, if he wanted to kill someone, that person had to kill him obediently, otherwise it would only arouse his anger even more. Even Waco felt more faintly that because of his successive failures, everyone in the Golden Triangle was watching his jokes and felt that he had lost face, which made Waco hate 11 more and more, and finally intensified the contradictions between them, and finally reached the undying Cheng Dù.

Is it ridiculous? Or regret? Maybe it's a little bit, for a reason that even I can't remember, I provoked such a terrible opponent for no reason, and in the end I even lost my own life. I knew this, I shouldn't have messed with him in the first place. It's just that there is really a regret pill in this world? Is there really a choice for doing something that can be done again?

Wako lay on the grass, confused and thinking.

After slicing Wako's throat with a knife,11 cold eyes looked at Wako's last wife again. From the perspective of human aesthetics, this woman's facial features are really beautiful except for her slightly darker skin. Especially at the moment, she curled up and trembling like a frightened rabbit, with an uneasy look, and a tearful face, coupled with that beautiful face, it is easy to make a man's heart move. But that's just for normal men, and it's a pity that 11 is not in the "normal" ranks.

After glancing at her coldly, 11 Huo Di waved his left hand, and the slashing moon broke through the air, and it was easy to slice the throat of the girl she was holding in her arms with a single knife. After trembling for a moment, he slowly fell to the ground with a look of horror and despair on his face. The action of falling down and the big boy who was tightly held in her hand was also pulled and sat down, and then the boy cried "wow" and cried loudly, crying and shaking his hand while crying, and crying out "Mommy".

11 took a step forward to the boy's side, bent down slightly and handed the heavenly slash to his neck, and then pulled it back without pity, and the sharp heavenly slash immediately cut a deep hole in the boy's neck. The boy shook violently, his hands tightly covering his neck, but the red blood couldn't stop pouring out from between his fingers. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say more, but he couldn't make any sound. Then he tilted his head, and lay limply on the corpse of his sister and his sister, and no longer breathed.

11 still straightened up slowly with an indifferent expression, and was about to turn away when he was no longer nostalgic for this place. At this moment, Waco, who should have been dead, suddenly grabbed 11's trouser leg with his blood-stained left hand, his distorted face with a trace of inexplicable madness and hatred, suddenly opened his blood-filled eyes, and stared at 11 fiercely with a crazy look that could make people feel cold, and a few inaudible and indistinct words were squeezed out of his slightly trembling lips: "I, curse, you...... No, it's good to die......"

After saying this, a strange smile appeared on Vako's face, and then he opened his eyes and died.

11 Glancing at him coldly, he heard the words that Waco had slurred before he died, but he couldn't understand what he was saying, because Wako was a native language in the Taiguo head-lowering technique. Twitching his left leg, he found that Vaco was tugging at his pants so hard that the muscles in his hands were twisted. 11 frowned slightly, and had to squat down to break Wako's fingers one by one, and he didn't know where Waco finally got so much strength, even 11 wanted to break his fingers It was a bit laborious, and he had to break his fingers hard before finally pulling his pants out of his hand. It's just that there is a clear bloody handprint on the trouser leg.

After standing up, 11 no longer stopped and ran towards the battlefield on the queen's side without looking back.

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