There was a loud "bang".

Before Truss could react to her words, his head was slammed against the table by a slender white hand.

Seeing this, the cold torture policeman next to him shrank his pupils, and quickly came over with an electric baton, but in the next second, he was smashed on the back of his neck by a long curved sickle that came out of nowhere, and he fainted to the ground in an instant!

Truss struggled with his body, but he couldn't struggle, and the breath of death hit him instantly.

Soon, there was a dazzling murmur of blood spreading from his face on the table, and the sharp pain continued to spread from his face to his limbs, and Truss felt as if his face had been pressed directly into the table, and his nose, eyes, and mouth were squeezed and his breath was extremely difficult in the blink of an eye.

He couldn't even say a word.

The alarm in the room beeped loudly, and the red light flickered on the top, reflecting the girl's dark and calm beautiful eyes.

Her long hair hung down like a waterfall, her long eyelashes were lowered, but she couldn't see clearly under her eyes, and her voice was calm like a pool of stagnant water, without waves, "Go on, anyway, I haven't killed anyone for a long time." ”

She pressed his head, and her beautiful curved lips curled into a sneer, "Carlo? If he were as powerful as you say, he wouldn't have let you, an ignorant ant, die in front of me! It's just that I'm greedy for life and afraid of death, afraid that I'll go to him. ”

Truss struggled desperately, using both hands and feet, but he couldn't see it, he couldn't break free, and it was useless except to hurt himself.

"However, you really don't deserve to live anymore, after all, a woman's heart is not as big as you think."

Gradually, amid the cacophony of cacophony sirens, the blood that spread out of nowhere slowly completely covered his nose.

He lost his breath, struggled violently to a gradual stop, and finally said nothing.

Song Jin was plain throughout the whole process, as if she was not the one who killed the people.

I'll go, how did you kill him? It's still such an unsightly way to die.

Trus's corpse fell to the ground due to gravity, his face was covered with sticky blood, and his broken facial features, which had been smashed by the table, were now blurred by blood, and he looked shocked.

"It's okay if people die, so much, but why are you still in my head?" Song Jin frowned, put away the curved sickle, and asked as he walked out.

You think I want to? The experimenters didn't unbind us, where are you going? Do you want to escape from prison on this road?

Song Jin pulled out the curved sickle, and with three or two blows, the hard iron door with the password instantly turned into a pile of scrap iron.

"Although that person provoked me just now, he was right in some words," Song Jin pondered to himself, "so I plan to go out and find someone to borrow something first, and then come back in ten months after I finish borrowing." ”

You are in prison as your home, and you can come back if you want to?

Wait a minute

Ten months? The system's always calm mechanical sound has a slight fluctuation at the moment, no! Don't tell me, what you're going to borrow

With long black hair spread out behind his head, Song Jin glanced at the interstellar prison behind him.

Then, he walked forward briskly without looking back, with a serious expression on his fair and gorgeous little face, and a lazy smile in his voice, "That's right, I plan to pass on my excellent genes first, so as not to die one day, and I have already found a good goal." ”

Although she was talking to the system, her eyes were quickly searching for the route, cautiously avoiding the guards.

"I tried it once before, although it was dark at the time, but the experience was not bad, but the character of the person was not very good, but fortunately, the face can still be seen."