We glared at each other, and two seconds later roared at the same time, like two angry lions waving their fists and rushing towards each other, fighting together in the most primitive way, man is originally an animal, and is the most ferocious species standing at the top of the food chain, everyone has the most primitive wildness buried in their hearts, when the external stimulus provokes this wildness, man will become a beast.

Blatant punch shot, two iron fists hung with a sharp fist wind collided, the huge force was like a punch on the truck, I took a step back, stepped on the ground to stabilize the body, did not stop, bullied again.

There was no exaggerated technique or move in the right fist, the simple straight punch hit his right cheek like a cannonball, and his already shaky jaw almost fell from his face under this punch, and his punch-sized fist smashed into my eye socket at the same time.

I just feel my head slap for a moment, in this case, the pain and injury are not important, the most important thing is to be awake, the pain stimulates the nerves to keep me awake, to be able to make the right judgment in the shortest possible time, this is the key to victory.

After this punch, my eyes blurred for a while, my eye sockets were instantly swollen, my left eye was sealed, and only a thin slit remained, and the obstruction of my vision made me suddenly have a flash of inspiration, and I thought of the fastest way to solve him.

That guy is really strong enough, his jaw is about to dislocate and still ignore, a low roar came out of his throat, two steps rushed to me, picked up his fist and smashed it into my right eye socket, I turned slightly sideways, grabbed it with my left hand, bent his wrist with five fingers, and slammed his chin with his right fist.

Just as my fist reached in front of him, the guy was learning and selling, and he actually learned my methods, and as soon as he grabbed my right wrist, I couldn't pull it back, and he couldn't pull it back, and he froze in place for a while.

I deliberately tore with him twice, suddenly let go of my fist, five fingers swept in front of his eyes, nails crossed the eyeballs, the guy screamed, closed his eyes deadly, I took the opportunity to shake my right wrist suddenly, broke free from his hand, my left hand clasped up the fist and pulled it back, he took a step forward, my eyes stared, my right hand stretched out the index finger and middle finger, and stabbed out before he opened his eyes.

There was a terrible roar from the cell, my fingers pierced into his eyes, the whole finger pierced into the eye, I twisted my face, my fingers were bent, and I pulled out the eyeballs alive, he howled like crazy, his hands were groped in front of him, and the two holes in the black hole in his face were oozing blood, and he looked extremely horrible.

I walked over and kicked him in the chest, and the whole person flew out sideways, and hit my head on the iron door, I walked to the side of the bed and pulled out another board, and walked to the door with one hand, picked up the board and slapped him on the head, click, the board shattered, and his skull was smashed into a crack, and blood flowed down the top of his head.

I shook off the plank in my hand and kicked him in the chin, this time the fragile jaw finally couldn't bear the tremendous force, and the whole thing fell, and I stepped forward and grabbed his neck, grabbed his head and slammed it against the iron door, making a loud bang.

One after another, the iron plate on the iron door was knocked out of one big crater after another, blood splattered, and the whole door was stained red with blood, and I hit it like crazy a dozen times, until I smashed my head.

I gasped for breath and slowly slid to the ground against the iron door, blood running down the crack into the hallway, the whole detention center filled with a disgusting smell of blood.

I remember the first time I shot someone in the head with a sniper rifle, and I couldn't help but gag when I watched the brains flow out, and now I am completely immune to the white brains sticking to the back of my hands.

The cell in front of me had become a hell on earth, and the battle between the beasts was so fierce that it didn't end until the other party's bodies were torn apart, and the other criminals who had been locked up with me, including the thief who saw the signs, had been hiding under the bed, curled up and crouching on the ground.

The thief behaved well, there were two people who had never seen such a bloody scene and were directly frightened into incontinence, the crotch was damp, and there was a breath of shame around him, and the most ridiculous thing was that there was a person who rolled his eyes and fainted directly, and he was not awake until now.

I struggled to get up from the ground, and there was one person who didn't die, the bald man who had my right elbow joint and right leg bone shattered, and he lost his combat ability and couldn't even stand up.

I staggered up to him and shouted in a low voice, "Who sent you?" ”

"What if you know?" He asked rhetorically, and I saw the fear in his eyes, and there were not many people in front of him who could guarantee indifference.

"Revenge!" I don't need to hide it from him, I just said it straightforwardly, just to let him understand that no matter whether I say it or not, I will avenge this revenge.

"You can't take revenge, and if you can live tonight, it doesn't mean that you can live tomorrow." The guy was terrified but he knew he wouldn't survive tonight, he knew who I was, he knew the mercenary style, and he knew he was going to die.

"At least I can see the sun tomorrow, but you can't, maybe you can see heaven, it's a more beautiful place, a place for the dead." I said in a low voice, and pronounced his death sentence.

"A lot of people yearn for heaven, but many more people go to hell, like you and me." The bald man said lightly, and then closed his eyes slightly.

"I'm sorry, I'm not religious, there is no heaven in China, and the dead will go to a place called Netherworld." I smiled coldly, people are dying and good words, I actually like to talk to people who are dying, and I can always hear some sincere words, although this is not a good habit.

"Really? That's great, if there is an afterlife, I will also go to China, even if I do bad things and die, I can see my kind wife. "The bald man thought of his wife at this time, and needless to say, I could guess that the sad woman must have died at the hands of the bad guys, and he became a killer because of it, and it seems that every bad guy who exterminated humanity had a sad past.

It's not a matter of sympathy, it's not a cleansing of sin, it's not forgiveness, it's just a way to continue living, a way to move from good to destruction.

"Aren't you going to tell me the name of the mastermind behind it?" I don't have any interest in his past, I hear too many sad stories, I see too many miserable people, no one can be a savior, everything is my own choice, and I have to bear the consequences of my choice.

The world is like this, where there is goodness, there is sin, and who cares about the preciousness of goodness without sin, just as there is no darkness who will cherish the existence of light, then who knows that it is not the light that deliberately created darkness to set off its greatness, so the savior does not exist, and some people do not need mercy.

The bald man opened his eyes and looked at me, suddenly smiled lightly, and said: "If you are smart enough, you may be able to see the essence of all this, I am just a mafia killer who takes money to do things, and I will only do what the boss tells me, and the person who sent me to kill you is called, Wilson Cretas!" ”

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