The world in front of Sanfu had turned blood-red, and he watched in silence as Mook shot and killed several fat cops.

This is the third act scene, unlike the previous two scenes, this time the three burials are just spectators, the body is completely controlled by Mook, what choice he makes, what kind of ending he will face is all up to Mook, this is already destined to happen, no matter how much review can not change the outcome.

After seeing that he cleanly shot and killed several colleagues, he put the pistol in his arms and went to the residence where Turuji was, as a decent person, Turudor naturally could not eat and live in the factory, in fact, the factory was only part of his industry.

Cheerful damp music was playing in the car, and the rhythm of the music was very strong, coupled with the cheerful cries of Ye Liye from time to time, and the three funerals wanted to dance to the damp and poisonous music.

This non-police vehicle is parked next to the residence of the rudder, quietly waiting for the return of the owner of the house, for this murder of Mook has been prepared for a long time, the life habits of the rudder are not difficult to trace,

Although it was a damp poison more than ten years ago, the house where Tu Duo lived did not have the slightest aesthetic backwardness, and it was magnificent and magnificent, and this house must have been built by many workers at the beginning.

Most of the surrounding buildings are low-rise civilian buildings, and there are no large number of rich people in small places to form a rich area, so Turuo Ji can only live here.

Most of the living people fell asleep in the middle of the night, and the lifeless ones did not wake up either, and the car sent by the rudder came from the intersection from a distance.

"Snort."

A luxury car pulled up at the door of the building, and a middle-aged man in a black suit stepped out of the back of the car.

He has a luxury that is incompatible with dampness and poison in every gesture, and his thin figure and glasses also add a bit of elegance to this luxury, which on the surface is clearly a professor in a university.

"Helm." The three burials couldn't help but feel deep hatred when they said this name, and when the Buddha also had vajra angry eyes, not to mention that he was just a mortal, the murderous intent never dissipated in him.

And Mook's reaction was undoubtedly greater, and he slowly started the car and drove forward.

The two of them are getting closer and closer, and there is a personal secretary and a person who looks like a bodyguard in the luxury car and walks down, in terms of the property and identity of the rudder, the configuration of the bodyguard and the secretary is not too much, and even in some ancient families of wet poison, positions such as bodyguards have been held by the same bloodline for generations.

Rolling down the window, Mook grimaced and the black muzzle of his gun sticked out.

All the movements were silent and relaxed, and his eyes under the lenses widened suddenly, and he watched in amazement as the muzzle of the gun was aimed at him, no matter how noble and how much property he had, all beings were equal under the bullet aimed at his head.

"Bang!"

The trigger was pulled, and there was no room for fire, but the bodyguard next to him reacted more sensitively and threw the rudder down.

The loud gunshots, the screams of the secretary, Mook is as calm as the killer in the movie, but this killer is too unskilled, and the bullets all hit the bodyguard.

"Tsurudo-sama!"

The reaction of the rudder sent also took out the gun from his arms, wet poison is not a country with free guns, but it is just a coercion, it is not a problem for the rudder, and it seems that he has long expected that he will one day have a place where he can use a pistol, and the bodyguard who was hit by a few bullets also gritted his teeth and took out his gun to shoot.

"!"

The well-bred Mook slapped the steering wheel angrily, the tinkling bullets hit the car, and he cursed angrily and had to drive away.

Sanfu sighed, he could already think of what happened after Mook, and why this man who was born rich would do such a crazy thing as summoning an evil god later.

Realizing that he could not escape the cobwebs, Mook simply violently overturned the chessboard.

This is a risky and crazy step, as an island country's three burials inexplicably understand Muke's thoughts, after all, in the oppressive environment of the island country, there are people who commit suicide silently, and there are people like the 226 mutiny. Everyone has a violent side hidden in their hearts, not to mention that in Muke's opinion, he is not doing evil, but just doing good, at most he is a little more violent.

"Boom!"

Just as the three burials were thinking about right and wrong, there was a sudden roar in their ears, not because there was a change in the illusion, but from the real world, and the situation in the real world must have changed.

What is the situation outside, the monk's heart tightened, the situation in the outside world is on the verge of a real volcanic eruption, as long as the people of the Xiao organization do not exaggerate, and now the evil god is far from exerting his true power.

"You want to get out?" Muke's face suddenly appeared in front of the three burials, not the heroic Muck of his youth, but the sacrificial Muke with a hideous face and bloodshot eyes.

His body was under immense force, and the overloaded balloon was about to explode completely.

"Yes, can you let me out?" The three burials looked directly at the former police chief, and it was a question worth pondering who was more terrifying than his current self after being burned by the fire.

But in the eyes of the outside world, both of them are equally abominable monsters.

"No, I've already paid such a price, how could I possibly let you out." Muke's eyelids were frighteningly red, and the gentle and elegant Venerable Master was a gambler's heart stronger than anyone else, obsessed with self-discipline and the collapse of faith, "Do you understand, this country is finished, if you don't try to change, there will be people who will continue to encounter misfortune, and the same is true if the change is slow." ”

"Times are like this, your approach is too radical."

"Era?" Mook smiled hard, "This is the word I hate to hear the most, maybe the mountain-like misfortune that everyone encounters is just a speck of dust for the times, but you and I are not the times, you and I are also ordinary individuals, this dust can fall on other people's heads today, and it will fall in front of us tomorrow." ”

"You are the same person as me, Guru...... No, in Buddhist parlance, you should be called an enlightened monk? ”

"Amitabha, I can't afford it."

"You see how similar we are now, we are all monsters in the eyes of others, but we are more like our hearts." Mook is now like a teenager who is making a confession, but there is neither love nor touching words in it, "As long as you join me, no, as long as we join hands, it will be easy to change the whole country, monk, you have no idea the power represented by a god like Buddha, if I had met you earlier, I would not have believed this ......"

"Ahh Mukwu wailed in pain, "The world must be changed!" ”

Sanfu felt that the temperature around him had risen sharply, which was definitely not a good change, but in the face of an unprecedented illusion attack, he couldn't find a flaw to get out of here.

"Click." A cracking sound rang out of his bosom.