I shuddered, and I was scared when I thought about it, this mustache really dared to play, and he actually blew up that place just now.

"When did you plant the bomb, Sister Siqi is still inside, are you crazy?"

I grabbed the mustache's shirt and tie, and I thought this man was crazy.

"Be quiet, don't be so excited, none of the damned people can't live, and no one who doesn't deserve to die won't die, you should be glad that you are still alive now, you are a living person, don't be impulsive teenager."

The mustache patted me on the shoulder, he looked up at the surroundings and said with a smile: "This place will disappear for a while, it can't be left to others, and it can't be left behind, let's get out of this place." ”

"Where is Siqi?"

I feel that this person shouldn't hurt me, he didn't kill me twice, he can already be trusted, if he was pretending to be forced at the beginning, then this explosion completely proves that he has strength and ability.

"In a safe place."

The mustache blew the hair on the front of my forehead and said with a smile, "Don't be so nervous, she'll be fine, safer than you." ”

"She's fine, let's get out of this place quickly."

I didn't want to stay at this base anymore, I hated this place very much, but the mustache was not so anxious, he smiled and said, "You wait for me for a while, it will take a little time here." ”

The mustache took the lead and walked into a room, and when I chased after him, the door was locked, and I had to sit on the couch and wait.

The place exploded just now, and there was no way out, so I could only wait for the mustache to take me away, but if the mustache didn't take me away, then my fate would be miserable.

And will this mustache not come back after leaving, as time passes, I gradually become a little afraid, He will not run out alone, and when the time comes, he will directly detonate the bomb hidden here, and up directly.

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I clenched my fists and punched the sofa, this kind of taste is really uncomfortable, saving people is not as simple as I thought, the terrain is not familiar, there are language barriers, life is not familiar, if there is no Nangong Siqi, I can't find the southeast and northwest, what to talk about saving people.

I grabbed the hair in front of my forehead with my hand, and suddenly felt so tired in my heart, so well equipped, if I was really killed like this, maybe it would be a relief, anyway, people always have to die, just die early and be reborn.

I smiled wryly and nodded, looking at the watch in the room, feeling that death might be coming soon.

Just when I was desperate, the door was opened, and the mustache came out in a handsome trench coat with a knife in his hand.

The knife was stained with blood, and the blood fell to the ground drop by drop, which looked very beautiful and artistic.

This scene was very shocking, the mustache naturally wiped the blood that was still steaming with a tissue, wiped the knife clean, put it in the scabbard, and then put it in the pocket of the trench coat.

"I just killed a few people, and I kept you waiting, and there was one of them that was more difficult, so I wasted some time, but it doesn't matter, I've already sent him on his way."

The mustache snapped his fingers and lit a cigarette, and he was smiling from ear to ear, as if killing was a fun thing to do, a thing to be thankful for.

Of course, this may be the case for some people, such as killer agents, who can only survive by killing the enemy, and can only survive if they complete the mission.

Mustache is pretty much that kind of person, I think so in my heart, and now I feel a little more sympathy for this guy.

It's not easy to be a killer and an agent, it's equivalent to only half a life, you live today, you may die tomorrow, you don't know when life will end, and when time will stop.

There is not much emotion in the mustache's eyes, he should be a free and easy person, he will definitely not blink when he kills, and he should not drag his feet when he does things.

"Are you a killer?"

I couldn't help but ask curiously, the mustache shook his head and said: "No, these children are tools that I have trained, I hope they can be used by me and can make a difference, but it's a pity that I hate iron and steel, and now the tools have become stumbling blocks, so I want to destroy these things with my own hands, and there is no one left." ”

The mustache's gaze is murderous, he is really a ruthless character, and what he says is so ruthless and unjust.

"What do you do with these, are you interested in killers?"

The mustache talked about the cigarette ash with a somewhat decadent expression, I shook my head and said, "It's nothing, it's just a casual question, I thought you were a killer." ”

"I'm not a killer, but I like to hear others show off in front of me, when I was a child, someone showed off toys in front of me, I would envy, I would feel very meaningful to live in my heart, when I grew up, others showed off women in front of me, I would find it very interesting, someone showing off things, it would make me feel that life is not monotonous, so I like to show off killing, I found that as long as I show off this, no one can compare to me, in front of me is a cut shorter."

The mustache triumphantly took out the knife in his pocket, and he looked at the knife as if he were looking at a beautiful and sexy woman.

This is really a true lunatic, and he actually likes such a thing.

"When I felt that no one was showing off in front of me, I was in a bad mood, I was very disappointed and I felt that I should do something, so I started to tell others about my experience, so that more people could learn my skills and be able to show off in front of others, which was a very interesting thing."

The mustache winked at me, and when he said that he was killed, he seemed to be full of passion all of a sudden, just like a scientist said science, cats eat fish, and Ultraman fights mobs.

"How many people have you killed?"

I couldn't help but ask curiously, the mustache pulled out the knife and looked at it and said, "There are many, I can't remember many of them, in short, the people I killed are all damned people." ”

"There is not a single one who does not deserve to die, and on what basis do you decide the life and death of those people?"

The mustache glared at me, and I realized that I had said the wrong thing.

"Why, just when I kill someone, it's also in exchange for my life, this is called competition, do you understand, it's just different from the game played by children, life is only once, and you can't be resurrected when you die, so this is the most exciting game, kid, do you know, I feel it at first sight, you are very similar to me, I don't like to talk, I like to think about things."

The mustache began to shave with the knife in his hand, and it was obvious that the knife was very sharp, and the beard could be cut off with a slight slide.

Watching the mustache do this, I leaned back on the sofa and said with a smile: "I'm not like you, I don't like to kill people, and I don't want to kill people." ”

"Oh, then you can't save your father, there is a price to pay for everything, there is no such thing as nothing for nothing, from the moment you come here, you should learn how to kill, you remember that the way to protect yourself is to kill others, because only then will you be the safest."

The mustache hung up his beard, and he looked a lot younger, and he blew the beard on the knife: "Every time I kill someone, I have to shave my beard, I have to be vigilant at all times, how long has it been since I killed someone, every time I see my beard growing, I know that I need to kill, it's strange that every time my beard grows, I will have some eyes that don't want to look for death." ”

The mustache wiped the knife with a tissue, and he wiped it clean and put it in my hand: "Try it and see how it feels." ”

I held this knife of more than 20 centimeters, I felt that this knife was very heavy, and it felt very good.

I don't know what was going on, but I seemed to smell the smell of death on the knife, and even heard the cries and cries of the undead who died under the knife.

"How do you feel, young man, do you have the urge to kill, do you want to try that taste of relieving others?"

I felt as if I had been hypnotized, and after grabbing the knife, I really felt the urge to kill, and the primitive thing in my body seemed to revive little by little.