After the dance, Stan walked up to the dead fat man who was trembling against the wall, pointed to his watch and said leisurely, "We said noon, it's been a minute now." ”

The dead fat man's heart is complicated at the moment, he is not sad for his wife and daughter, because with the power of these people, if he wants to kill his whole family, he can't run away.

And he actually has a little regret in his heart, he is too greedy.

If there are less fakes and the quantity is not large, maybe these people will not be able to see it.

But he was still greedy, and under the deception of others, he swallowed 1/10 of the goods and exchanged them for money, which caused him uneven trouble.

It's just that it's a little late to say that it's too late to regret it, and it's impossible to give up resistance and let others slaughter it.

Even if you kill a pig, the pig has to cry twice!

He's waiting for an opportunity.

Stan knocked the medicine, a little fluttery, and was still in the mood to chat with the dead fat man: "You don't like Beethoven, you don't know what you're missing."

That overture was so emotional, so powerful. But after the overture, to be honest, it gets a bit TMD boring. ”

With a somewhat crazy smile, Stan took a huge turn: "That's why I won't listen!" ”

Rampant laughter rang out in the room, and the dead fat man leaned against the corner of the window by the window, still not saying a word, hiding something.

Stan believes that he has killed other unrelated people in the house, and has his men search for the goods that have been embezzled by the dead fat man.

And he continued to chat with the dead fat man, and from time to time he danced with his hands: "You are a fan of Mozart, I like him too, I like Mozart."

You know, he's Austrian, but he's a little bit brisk with his music, so I prefer to listen to something a little more powerful. Listen to Brahms, he's not bad either. ”

When the nagging was over, he stopped paying attention to the fat man, walked to the side of the wine cabinet, took a bottle of wine and read the contents of the label on it.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, which he obviously has never heard.

Of course, you can't use normal people's thinking to understand the brain circuits of this kind of guy.

Maybe that's what he thinks, a dead fat man is a bedbug that can be crushed to death by him at any time. This bug will make him nauseous and unpleasant, but it won't hurt him.

He felt that the victory was in his hands, so he behaved very casually.

If a person wants to kill a bed bug, will he still care about the bed bug's thoughts?

What can bed bugs do when they fart, they can't escape death.

However, the dead fat man is not a bedbug, he is a greedy ghost. And when dealing with people like them, the dead fat man is not a good person.

He hid a shotgun behind a curtain behind him, and he wasn't a good guy when he knew he was going to die.

"Smack! Syllable! ”

"Ahh

A guy with his back to the dead fat man was shot in the waist and fell straight down with a scream.

Stan who was standing at the door of the room was also shot, and the dead fat man's marksmanship was really not very good.

The shotgun shotgun spewed out all the shotguns that hit the wall, only to scare Stan to the ground.

At the same time, the rest of the room was moving.

Matilda's little brother crawled out from under the bed and ran out as fast as she could.

A guy with dreadlocks nervously picked up a submachine gun and fired into the house, striking at possible enemies until he ran out of magazines.

At this time, except for him and the dead fat man, there was no one standing, and they all lay down.

The dead fat man obviously thinks so too, and his timid personality makes him throw away the gun at the first moment and run towards the bright world outside.

Stepping past Stan's corpse, the corner was only a dozen degrees away from the light, and two "pop" gunshots set him against the wall.

Stan, who was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, stood up and chased after him with a revolver.

The wide body and fat body provided the dead fat man with a strong vitality, and the strong desire to survive prompted him to crawl outside the house, and his brain was completely useless to him at this moment.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

Stan was unceremonious, chased after the dead fat man, and hit all the bullets in his back, and the revolver was idling after the bullets were gone.

His companion chased after him and stopped him from loading the bullet: "Stan, what are you doing?" He's dead. ”

"But he ruined my suit!!"

Stan pointed to the hole in his suit and angrily said that the shotgun bullet had pierced his suit and made him walk on the brink of death.

However, the threat of death was not the reason for his whipping. He was telling the truth, the dead fat man ruined his expensive suit, which was the reason why he ran out of magazines and didn't stop.

His companion was quite helpless: "I know, but he's just a puddle of rotten meat now, forget it, calm down!" ”

"I'm calm!"

After almost being shot by a companion guarding the door, the two made it to the hallway.

"Let's smoke a cigarette and relax!" The companion gave him a branch cigarette, "Are you in a new suit, do you have a fire?" ”

With a squeak, the door of a nearby resident opened, and an old lady wearing a headscarf with a wrinkled face that could trap mosquitoes walked out, "What's going on outside?" ”

"It doesn't matter, ma'am, we're DEA ......," Stan's companion reassured.

The old lady tilted her head and advised, "Let the poor family go!" ”

With no one paying attention to him, the man advised Stan to calm down, and turned back to search for the hidden goods.

The old lady muttered, "Why don't you let them go?" ”

She was answered with a thud, and the glass behind the old lady was shattered by the bullet.

Stan pointed unceremoniously and said, "He told you to go back to the house." ”

His companion came out again with his forehead covered, pushing him back: "Stan, why don't we go in!" ”

In the face of the fierce and vicious guy, the old lady didn't dare to meddle anymore. All the residents on this floor are closed, and no one dares to touch this mold.

Yuan Pengfei watched this farce through the eyes of the ghost floating on the roof, which was more exciting than watching a 3D movie, and the VR movie was worse than watching it.

This drama is acting with life, and everything is very real. In particular, the actors are very dedicated, and they fall when they should fall, and they are not pretentious at all.

After careful judging, the Best Actor award should be awarded to Stan. He is neurotic, and ordinary actors can't play it.

It's a pity that the little boy was killed by his mother, and he had hoped to avoid this man-made disaster.

The guys in the room were still rummaging through the cabinets, and they weren't shy about what they were going to do.

"Benny, rummage through the kitchen and find the powder!"

"Willie, look what you did, you actually killed a 5-year-old boy."

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and Yuan Pengfei gave up the perspective of the ghost, and leaned on the cat's eye to take a look: "Oh no, why did she come back?" ”