Countless times, countless times on the way to K3, the trio wanted to give up the damn mission, fear, and followed the crowd like a hound.

No matter how much they tried to escape, no matter how hard they tried to hide, it was in vain, and the hounds would always sniff out the messages that the crowd was emitting, and they would always hear in their ears, the sound of wheezing and wheezing.

The self-consolation, which is better than nothing, has supported several people along the way, and the weak spirit is close to falling apart, waiting for Li Yining to wake up, just like the weak heart constantly experiencing wind and rain.

The heart of the sedative is more like picking up a sledgehammer and smashing it, such a difficult journey is finally about to reach the end, the K3 area is coming, and the destination is ahead.

The journey of less than half an hour is like crossing a strong westerly rapid, and the turbulent waves set off by the ocean current are continuous all year round, accompanied by the appearance of "murderous waves", hardships and accidents, never far away.

From time to time, it surprises, and now, everything is worth it, the Cape of Good Hope, is close at hand.

Green dollars should be the best placebo, Joe swears that as long as 10 million dollars are put into his private account, no matter how serious the heartbreak is, it will be healed in an instant.

Thinking of the dollars that were about to fly into his pocket, John felt that everything was worth it, and the bitterness and hardship along the way were worthwhile.

"John, slow down, yes, go down through that fork in the road." Joe, enduring the pain in his abdomen, directed John to the appointed place,

As everyone knows, what awaits them there is a trap directed by compatriots, and the K3 area is not a blessed land for several people, but a dead place.

After about two minutes of driving down the fork in the road, John drove into a deserted wilderness, where a nondescript Cadillac covered in a thick camouflage cloth was hidden in the lush vegetation.

If you don't look closely, the naked eye can't tell the difference between the color of artificial green plants and natural green plants.

It's the end of June, and the temperature is not hot, but if you move, you still have to sweat a lot, and the hot air in the distance is tumbling up and down like a surge.

John walked alone, except that he was not injured, Joe and Kent were both hung up and seriously injured.

In contrast, the mobility is relatively sound, and only one is left.

Stopped the car, pulled up the handbrake, and went to the connector alone.

After scanning the surrounding environment a few times, John believes that this wilderness is a good place to kill people and throw corpses.

"Hey, this place, if someone throws the corpse, it is estimated that no one will find the corpse if it is rotten and only the bones are left." The thought popped into John's head.

Hehe, smirking self-deprecatingly, John felt that the idea was really ridiculous.

Not to mention which neuropathy came to the field in the summer, there could be no third party except for a few of them and Donald, who was about to connect.

But why is my heart so uneasy? The heart is pounding, and although it is cool in the dense forest, what is this indescribable chill?

"Sir, where are you?" Under the strange feeling, John was eager to meet Donald and the others, hand over the players as soon as possible, and get dollars to live a comfortable life.

John walked tremblingly, the only weapon he had on his body that could be used for defense was to cut his nails, and it was ridiculous to use this weapon to cut the other side to death.

"Sir?" After a few more screams, the voice was far away, but there was no response, things became strange, John instinctively felt that something was wrong, Donald clearly said that he had reached the K3 area, but now he was nowhere to be seen.

What the hell is going on? John was turning his head to get back into the car and discuss it with the two of them, when he suddenly burst into the grass at his feet.

Attacking John's back from the blind spot of view, the sharp blade slashed through his throat, and the steel met the skin, cutting through the outer layer of flesh without much effort.

Large swaths of muscle tissue are exposed, and blood flows freely in the blood vessels as if they were not money.

Connor grinned at the corners of his mouth, pulled the dagger fingers again, and covered John's mouth with his other hand to prevent him from making a sound.

Holding his hands around his throat to stop the bleeding from Bobo, no matter how hard John tried, the result was doomed, from the moment he was negligent and entered the woods unarmed.

Feeling the struggle, Connor's strength increased by three points, and John grabbed the blade with both hands, hoping to pull out the part that had been submerged in his body, and again and again, he kept trying.

Blood stained Connor's body, John's nails cut the back of his hand, and he didn't care, bent on killing John, and the range of his compatriots who controlled it became smaller and smaller.

Until the last moment, Connor never let go, without the slightest pity.

Until John stopped struggling and let the blood flow in his throat, his eyes lost all light, his pupils dilated, and his pulse stopped beating.

Disgusted, he threw the body aside and wiped the blood of the deceased from his body with a cloth.

Donald walked out unhurriedly from the other side, holding a white handkerchief between his mouth and nose, for fear of inhaling the smell of blood.

"Damn it, it's disgusting to die and still smell so big, even God wouldn't allow the soul of such a guy to ascend to heaven."

After kicking the dead body in disgust, Donald and Connor smiled at each other, their white teeth glistening in the sunlight.

The three-person team, one has already died, and the remaining two wounded and sick numbers can have much combat effectiveness? Grabbing the player's credit is simply handy.

"Hehe, as long as we kill those two guys again and set the fire to dispose of the corpses, no one knows what we did, and they will only think that the credit is ours.

The reports of those Shabbi have been suppressed by me with my authority, and they have not been transmitted back to the American mainland, so as long as the main owner is killed, the credit will naturally change hands.

"Thirty degrees in summer is a good time to kill people and bury corpses." Donald said happily that he really wanted to do it early, wearing a suit outdoors, which was not breathable.

The perennial corpse vegetarian meal, the daily wine pool meat forest, and the life of dogs and horses have already hollowed out this guy's body, and Donald just wants to go back to the air-conditioned room and find three or five hot girls.

Crack open a few bottles of champagne and celebrate with a big feast.

Yes, the weather is hot, or the fire caused by the cigarette butts thrown by the motorists, it is most suitable to destroy the corpse and destroy the traces, the flame does not distinguish between good and evil, and uses its sacred high temperature to purify the time of evil without discrimination.

Even if the flower grower wants to check, he can't find anything, so he can only stop it and deal with it as a fire.

As for the lives of the three? From beginning to end, Donald didn't care, except for the profit accident, what is the value of human life.

When they were young, children would be afraid of the demons and monsters in the movie, but when they grew up, they realized that what was more terrifying than demons and monsters was the human heart.

Sir, you don't know where to meet except for Leah and Tom, do you? ……

Connor's mood can be described as pleasant, he has served in the Middle East and killed countless locals.

Now kill another bed bug, what can you do, what? You say that inferior people are also human beings, things that don't exist Well, as long as you move your own little hands, John is like never being in this world.

Do you know his relatives and friends? All of them were pitted by the way, and some energetic groups were found, and many traps were designed, so that their families were ruined, and they legally occupied other people's assets in a grand manner.

emmm, there can be an extra amount of extra income in the pocket, America is not as good as the flower planter, where in the dark alley, there are a few more unclaimed corpses, which is a normal situation.

Because, people in the slums are used to it, they are more afraid to check, and most of the results are relatives and friends they know, dying from drugs, dying from street fires, and all kinds of reasons.

Who cares so much? If there are really good deeds, if you want justice to be carried out, then you have to dare to investigate, the upper class masters of America are too lazy to pay attention to the lower class pariahs.

As a victim, poor John died, died in some unknown wilderness, at the hands of his former companions, and no one would know, let alone care.

The two of them smiled and walked forward, and then as long as they killed Joe and Kent, then the problem would no longer be a problem.

"Joe, why did you say that John went for so long, there was no news for a long time, Donald They have a secret hamburger in their heads, and they hide the vehicle so inside.

I don't know, Kent, I don't know, there shouldn't be anything, maybe it's as you said, the car is parked in the back for safety. ”

When he said this, Joe himself didn't want to believe it, he didn't have confidence in his heart, maybe something happened to John.

While speculating, Donald's annoying-looking face appeared in the field of vision first, followed by Connor, and without much thought, Kent rolled down the window.

He stretched out his head and shouted, "Sir, why didn't John come with you?" ”

Hearing this, Donald was slightly stunned, and his reaction was very fast.

"Don't worry, boys, when he saw us, he said he was hungry and was eating an energy bar, so let's come over first." When he spoke, his eyes looked directly at the two of them, and his gaze did not dodge.

It looks very believable, not like a lie.

"It's you two, how did you get so dirty, Kent, you have a slug on your face? Would you like to let the kind Aunt Polly treat you? ”

Connor's sarcastic quip seemed normal to others, but Joe sensed something was wrong.