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Charlie is not an ordinary woman, but at this time, she is also extremely frightened.

The man in front of him not only acts like a ghost, but also lives in his heart, a monster like a demon.

But Charlie is not an ordinary woman, in addition to fear, she also has her sanity.

She has to rely on her sanity to fight for her own survival.

So, trembling for a long time, Charlie finally said a sentence, "You...... You want to use me as bait? ”

"Oh? Pretty smart. ”

The ghost soldier did not hide his hesitation, and simply admitted it, but his tone was still joking, "Such a smart and beautiful young lady, did you reveal the mystery to force me to kill you?" ”

"Kill...... I? Charlie trembled, looked at the soldier in a strange combat suit, and repeated, "Kill, me? ”

"Yes, smart young lady, you heard me right."

The black orb in the ghost soldier's hand turned into the sharp, narrow bayonet again, and the tip of the sword was pointed at Charlie's neck.

"You know too much, don't you? So, why didn't I kill you? ”

"Hah...... Ha...... Hahahaha. ”

Ridiculously, Charlie actually laughed with difficulty, and soon her smile became smoother, and even her speech became smooth, "I know too much so you're going to kill me?" No, no, no, just because I know so much, you won't kill me! ”

Charlie said as she slowly stood up with the wreckage of the car next to her, as if there was a steady stream of power surging up in her body, and fear became worthless under this force.

So, she had to give it a try, risking her life to see if her guess was right.

Although she has never gambled once in her life until now.

But supposedly, newbies always have good luck, don't they?

"You still need to use me to catch Tom, you need to use me to find the vanished homeless man, perhaps, you have some other purpose for me, otherwise, why don't you have a little killing intent?"

Charlie took a step forward suddenly, but as she expected, she was not pierced in the throat by the stabbing sword, on the contrary, when she took this step and stood in front of the ghost soldier, the weapon in the opponent's hand turned into the round and slimy black liquid mass again.

Looking at this scene, Charlie laughed again.

"You see, you don't want to kill me, do you?"

"Hmph, smart young lady, you're playing a dangerous game."

The ghost soldier snorted coldly and withdrew his hand, and Charlie, who saw this scene, finally let go of his heart, it seemed that she guessed correctly and bet correctly.

The other party does have the intention of using her, whether it is using her to catch Tom who "escaped", or preparing to get some information from her, he must let her live, so at least temporarily, her safety is guaranteed.

However, just as Charlie finally put his mind at ease, the ghost soldier, who had already half-turned, suddenly turned around.

Charlie could hear the twisted click of his neck, and the hairs on his body stood on end, and he was startled.

But compared to these, what is more frightening is what the other party says.

"I've changed my mind, maybe it's better for me to kill you."

Without waiting for Charlie to speak, the ghost soldier turned around without moving, and continued: "Although you can get a lot of benefits by keeping it, it is mostly useful things for the organization, and I don't get anything, and if I kill you...... I'm so cool! ”

Charlie felt the blood condensing again because of the other party's words, and wanted to speak, but it was too late, she didn't have time to speak again, and the fickle pervert stretched out his hand to her again.

Phew-

There seemed to be something cold in his ears, and then his neck seemed to be wrapped around something, Charlie stiffened his neck and didn't dare to move, and could only see the black shadow deriving into the ghost soldier's hand out of the corner of his eye.

Although he couldn't see the eyes behind the helmet, Charlie could feel the other man's gaze, not at her face or at her body, but at her neck.

The other party seems to be observing something, and seems to be thinking about something—something that is not comfortable, simple and pure...... Malicious!

It seems that while she guessed something correctly, she also ignored something......

"Smart young lady, I'm very unhappy, I've never been a smart person, I really hate people like you who can think of everything clearly."

The ghost soldier held the weapon in his hand, which was now in the shape of a whip, one end in the ghost soldier's hand and the other around Charlie's neck.

He turned his hand holding the whip slightly, and Charlie felt the restraint around his neck tighten, and a feeling of suffocation began to come out with fear.

"You see, I don't really care if the mission is successful or not, just like I don't care if the beheaded 'comrade' died at that time."

"All I care about is myself, my happiness, my desires, my satisfaction!"

"So, I think it's better to keep it simple, kill you, and let that hell mission fail...... Anyway, it's not me who died! ”

"Hahahahaha!!"

Ah, Charlie finally understood what she was ignoring, she guessed the other party's previous purpose, but ignored the other party's person.

The guy on the other side is not a calm guy like her, but a madman, a pervert, a crazy pervert.

Because she guessed the other party's purpose, the other party decided to flip the table and stop playing.

So, Charlie knew that now she was going to die because she won the bet and lost the bet.

Sure enough, the luck of a newbie or something is all a lie.

Gambling (harmony) is really a game with no wins and losses......

In the midst of the wild laughter, the ghost soldier was not just talking, he was already tightening the "noose" around Charlie's neck a little bit, slowly strangling Charlie to death.

The pressure on his neck grew heavier, and Charlie struggled to clutch the whip around his neck, but to no avail.

Her eyes were already blurry from the lack of oxygen, and it was supposed that her brain should feel dizzy, but strangely, her brain was magically clear, and she could even deduce that with her current strength, it would take about a minute and a half for her to die from the lack of oxygen in her brain caused by suffocation.

It's been a long time, but Charlie has no room to resist, she knows that this time the other party is not using her as bait, but appreciating her "ugliness".

She must be very ugly now, and she knows that even without a mirror, she can guess how that face distorted by lack of oxygen can be good-looking.

By the way, there may be the frustration of failure, the pain of being fooled, the longing for life, and other things, but in the face of death, all these things are weightless and meaningless.

Their only role is to please the pervert on the other side.

But Charlie hasn't given up yet, she's still holding on.

The only reason she is holding on now is her survival instinct...... Perhaps, there is also the expectation of Tom.

But, time passed minute by minute.

Tom didn't show up, and the pervert in front of him didn't relent.

Charlie's mind finally began to get gross.

She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in her heart, because that feeling of sobriety was really bad.

Hope is eaten away by despair, bit by bit, and it is clear.

Fortunately, it's all coming to an end, and Charlie knows it's going to end.

It's been nearly two minutes, and even if Tom suddenly appears at this time and kills the pervert on the other side in an instant, it's useless.

Because the brain damage caused by the lack of oxygen in the brain is irreversible, Charlie, although he is also curious that he can support it for so long, everything is meaningless.

Charlie's hand hung limply, and she knew that maybe in the next moment, her consciousness would return to nothingness.

At this last moment, Charlie didn't feel "that light" either, and it seemed that heaven or something was just a clumsy lie.

But nothing, as a doctor, a brilliant surgeon, Charlie had never been in the habit of praying before going to the operating table.

Whether or not she can save the sick depends not on the God she has never met, but on her hands.

By the way, even if she wants to die, she should do something for herself.

She's not a powerless woman, she shouldn't have died...... Humiliation.

Maybe she's not a warrior, but as a woman who deals with death all day long, she also has her weapons.

With a slight movement of her drooping hand, her dexterous fingers seemed to regain their vitality, and she effortlessly reached her office utensils—the sharp scalpel—from the pocket of her coat.

Charlie raised his hand, and didn't even need to use his blurred eyes to observe, and in an instant, he locked the perverted position on the opposite side, and locked the other party's only unprotected neck!

A stroke, and a pass.

......Shh

But there was no blood, there was, just the banter of the pervert pretending to be confused.

"What are you doing?"

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