"Mr. Oreo!"

With Angelil's heart-rending cry, Oreo slowly lowered his head.

In the middle of his chest, a brown flower was spreading across his black trench coat.

He put Angelyl down, then took a half-step back, holding his cane to the ground, panting.

Dogana pressed the trigger again, this time literally running out of bullets.

He tossed the pistol aside and said triumphantly.

"Even if there are really no bullets in this gun, I have a hundred ways to deal with you."

After saying that, he clapped his hands.

After that, several footsteps echoed in the smoke and dust, from far and near.

Dogana commanded as he walked over to Angelil.

"Let's see if these nobles are dead, if they don't die, we will make up for two knives, anyway, someone will carry the black pot for us."

Seeing Dogana approaching, Angelelle grabbed Oreo's clothes tightly, her voice trembling.

"Mr. Oreo, are you alright......?"

Oreo didn't hear her, he stared straight at his lower abdomen, angry.

"How so...... On the script...... It's not written like that. ”

Dogana grabbed Oreo by the collar and lifted him up.

"Oreo Pravor, I'll remember that name."

Oreo muttered.

"Of course you'll remember."

Disgusted by the man's tone, Dogana pulled a sharp knife from his waist and plunged it into Oreo's heart, then pushed him away.

Oreo staggered two steps, but didn't fall, staring straight at Dogana, his eyes darkened under his hair.

“......”

Dogana was silent for a moment, grabbing Angelyl's arm, but she dodged it.

She quickly ran to Oreo and stood in front of him.

He smiled and continued walking towards Angelyl.

Although he was seriously injured in the explosion just now, this cat-and-mouse game is also quite fun to play.

"Let us go."

Angelyl raised a dagger and placed it around her neck in a fierce tone.

"Besides, you've already gotten a lot of things."

Dogana took a deep breath and looked satisfied.

"Miss Angelil, you could kill yourself, but after you die, I will still get what I want."

"You!"

Angelil's breathing became rapid, and she glanced back at Oreo, who had his head down, unable to make out his expression.

Dogana got closer and closer, and he looked at Angelil unscrupulously.

"Tut-tut, you're prettier than Artifa, you're sure you'll be able to sell it for a price that shocks Turin."

"You're dreaming!"

Angelyl couldn't hold it anymore, she grabbed the dagger and stabbed it down on her neck.

Dogana quickly pounced, slapped the dagger away, and then grabbed Angelyl's arm tightly.

He sneered and continued to push hard, trying to pull Angelyl into his arms.

But Angelyl remained motionless, her eyes frightened, and she apparently did not know what was happening.

Dogana continued to exert force, but the arm in his hand remained unmoving.

What the hell is going on!

"What the hell!"

Dogana let out a low sigh, and as he moved, a sleeve of his shirt was torn off by him.

Damn it! Even her clothes are torn, why hasn't this girl been dragged by herself!

By the dim light, Dogana looked at the hand, which was slender and slender, but it was black!

In order to make sure that there was no problem with his eyes, he deliberately glanced at Angelil, this girl's cheeks were still white, so why was this hand black!

"Damn, damn it."

A strange voice rang out behind Angelyl, it was the little man who should have died a long time ago.

He continued.

"Damn Tamia, I shouldn't have brought you to such a place, and damn Angely, why do you have such low sympathy?"

He pushed Angelyl away, and the girl was thrown straight into the bar counter by him.

After that, he looked into Dogana's eyes and said slowly.

"And you, Dogana, you damn it, why don't you listen to me and put down that gun?"

"What the hell!"

Dogana took a few steps back, he stared horrified into Oreo's eyes, why did he have two pupils in his eyes!

He held on to the table behind him and shouted hoarsely.

"Shoot him for me!"

The men quickly gathered, and they surrounded Oreo, and dozens of rifles were fired one after the other, for a total of three volleys.

In addition to the dust, there was a strong smell of gunpowder in the air.

Hiding behind everyone, Dogana stared vigilantly at the stage, it stands to reason that the man had been killed, but his heart never let go.

He nudged his men in front of him.

"You go check it out."

Sensing Dogana's unnaturalness, his men answered and hurried onto the stage, his figure flickering in the smoke.

After searching for a while, he shouted.

"Boss, no body found."

Hearing this, Dogana finally breathed a sigh of relief, but the creepy voice rang out again.

"Damn it, damn it, damn Caron, damn Oreo!"

With that angry voice, half of his men on the stage immediately disappeared, and the last remaining lower half of his body even ran two steps forward.

This scene can be called a thriller.

Dogana's legs went limp, and he hammered his thighs hard, and under the stimulation of the pain, he finally regained consciousness, and then pulled his legs and ran towards the gate.

The screams of his men and the clashing of heavy objects rang out one after another.

But soon, all the sounds were gone.

Except for the footsteps of Dogana, the bar was silent.

He ran two more steps forward, only one step away from the gate, but sensing something, he suddenly stopped, turned his head to the left.

In the darkness, four orange pupils parted in twos and twos, staring at themselves up and down.

"Damn it, this damn city!"

The horrible creature roared and stretched out his right hand, which was as cold and hard as steel.

There was an indescribable pain in the back of his neck, and the pain was imprinted in the depths of his soul.

Just when Dogana thought he was on the verge of liberation, he soon discovered that it was a wrong idea.

The thing withdrew its right hand, and there was an extra whip on his right hand, and the more the thing looked like a bone.

Dogana opened his mouth, he lowered his head and glanced at his body, he could no longer feel the part below his neck at all.

In other words, the thing pulled its own vertebrae out of the back of its neck.

What exactly is it......

Oreo shook the vertebrae in his hand, and the fresh bones made a pleasant sound of fascia writhing, and blood splattered all around.

He took his left hand around Dogana's neck, still muttering.

"Damn, damn it, this damn justice!"

With that, he flicked his ribs, and the bone whip instantly lined up, and he thrust it into Dogana's eye with the very end.

It wasn't painful, it was painful for Dogana to find out that he was still alive.

But Oreo didn't want to torture him anymore, he threw Dogana's head to the ground and walked in Angelil's direction.

Through the last remaining pupils, Dogana struggled to see Oreo in its entirety.

His bare, black right hand, covered in scales, opened and closed with his breath.

"You..."

Dogana tried, but he found he couldn't speak.

His mouth opened and closed, like a dying fish.