Zhou Lu had an evil smile, which seemed to him to be a demonic smile.

Although it was an eight-to-one battle, the opponent could kill seven people in a few breaths in silence, this kind of strength is unpredictable.

The thick darkness that filled the surroundings seemed to hide a terrifying murderous intent, which made his heart cold and his scalp tingle.

The high cheekbone killer was pale, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and after a twitch at the corner of his eyes, he suddenly turned around and ran wildly in the direction of the park.

He lost the courage to fight against Zhou Lu and fled from here, which is also a smart ulcer.

It shows that he remains sane and knows that he cannot fight.

And it was impossible for Zhou Lu to let him escape.

Zhou Lu did not rush to catch up, nor did he shoot.

With one hand, he brushed away the fainting Fuso man and pulled the cob of corn out of his mouth.

"Bang"

There was another slight crackling sound, and a tooth was broken, and it was clear that the killer's mouth was really not very good.

Zhou Lu was unhurried, holding the corn cob and weighing it in his hand.

Then he picked up his arm and pushed the cob hard at the high cheekbone killer.

The corn cob spun rapidly, and disappeared into the night with a slight bribe.

"Bang!"

The corn cob hit the back of the cheekbone killer's head with precision, and the golden corn kernels burst one by one, while blood splattered.

At that moment, it was as if a brilliant color map exploded in my head.

The high cheekbone killer fell headlong on his body and rolled far on the ground, and after a spasm, his eyes rolled and he swallowed.

After a while.

Zhou Lu tied the Fusang killer's hands to death, lined up in a horizontal row, rested his head on the ridge, and soaked his body in the ditch.

Zhou Lu swung out his palm, and the muddy water in the ditch lifted up and splashed at the killers.

They woke up.

They were whining and couldn't speak, because they still had corn on the cob in their mouths.

Zhou Lu squatted on the ridge, gnawed on a piece of corn, and said leisurely: "You can see the current situation clearly, now is the interactive link, I have a question to ask you eight, I'm sorry, there are only seven, one person is not willing to be stoned to death by corn." ”

The high cheekbone killer who escaped at the end was too far away and had a hard time when throwing corn.

And when he said that he stoned a person to death, his tone was relaxed and casual, and there were no emotional fluctuations.

The killers struggled desperately, squeezing their throats into their vocal cords and making a "whine" sound.

Their eyes were full of unwillingness, hatred, anger, and fear.

The emotions are quite complex and intense.

They didn't expect that the eight people had no chance to shoot, and the bullets failed to shoot a single bullet, and they were all killed.

"It's very enthusiastic, we all have something to say, don't worry, take your time one by one."

Zhou Lu pulled out the corn cob in the mouth of a strong Fusang and said, "First question, who sent you to kill me?" ”

"You will die!"

The sturdy killer roared very toughly.

"Hehe, you first." Zhou Luer didn't say a word, waved the corn cob, and knocked on the head of the fierce killer.

"Click"

This time the corn cob didn't break, only the sound of a cracking skull.

Zhou Lu directly knocked the fierce killer to death.

Zhou Lu pulled out the corn cob from the mouth of another killer again, and asked lazily: "It's your turn, or that question, who sent you to kill me?" ”

"I can't say." The killer didn't get angry and scolded, just refused.

"The answer is incorrect."

Zhou Lu corn cob raised.

"Click"

It's exactly the same as the previous killer's death.

Zhou Lu didn't waste any time, and he didn't have the patience to say the second sentence at all.

He looked at the third killer and said indifferently, "You are the third, I want to hear the correct answer." ”

After speaking, Zhou Lu pulled out the corn cob in the killer's mouth.

"We Yamato samurai, not afraid of torture" The third killer is righteous and awe-inspiring, flaunting the spirit of bushido.

"Click!"

He died before he finished speaking.

Zhou Lu said lightly: "I don't torture you, I'm just killing you, because Lao Tzu's time is precious, and I'm too lazy to talk too much to you, the fourth!" ”

The killer with dyed yellow hair pulled out the cob in his mouth and coughed a few times.

Yellow-haired killer: ""

The yellow-haired killer was already terrified when he saw that Zhou Lu was decisive in killing and his companions were dying in front of him one after another.

Life was about to disappear, there was no way to resist, he remembered that he had had a good time, he thought of his wife, parents and other relatives, he hesitated.

Zhou Lu did not hesitate, and smashed the corn cob in his hand at the yellow hair.

The yellow-haired killer is also dead.

"I said that time is precious, don't test me."

Next.

Zhou Lu walked towards an older, bearded, middle-aged killer.

The bearded killer glared at Zhou Lu with angry eyes.

Corn on the cob swings.

"Click!"

Before the bearded killer could pull out the corn cob in his mouth, he was beheaded by Zhou Lu.

"I don't like the look in your eyes, so I won't ask you."

Zhou Lu muttered to the corpse of the bearded killer.

If the eyes are not right, you will be killed

The hearts of the remaining two killers trembled.

In fact, Zhou Lu is using psychological tactics.

Zhou Lu saw that the beard was the leader of the killers, and he must be a die-hard, he would not give in, he didn't need to ask, he killed him directly, and by the way, he used it to deter the remaining killers.

It's not his own body, but his physiognomy ability is still there, and Zhou Lu can judge which people are tough and which ones are easy to confess.

So he didn't kill indiscriminately, but in order, according to the law.

To the greatest extent, let those who are easy to confess generate great fear, shake them, until their spirit is broken.

Zhou Lu's real targets are the two youngest killers left.

The young killer looked at Zhou Lu without hesitation, killing his companions one by one, ignoring life.

Cruelty, indifference, decisiveness.

But he was still chewing corn, looking leisurely and complacent, as if he was just playing in the field, not taking them seriously at all, treating life as a mustard, and they were weeds that he would not hesitate to remove.

The beard who had just been killed was their captain and the soul of the team, but he just glared, and the other party didn't even give him a chance to express his position, and killed him directly, and he still has corn in his mouth.

It's more killer than a killer, it's too ruthless!

He's a murderous bloodthirsty demon crawling out of hell!

The two young killers collapsed in an instant.

Their faces were like white paper, sweat was like rain, and their hands and feet were shaking.

In the final analysis, not being afraid of death does not mean that you want to die.

Who doesn't know that when a person dies, nothing is useless.

What loyalty?

What organization?

What honors?

What a bereavement

It has nothing to do with the deceased.

To be a killer is for money, and to take money is for enjoyment, but if you lose your life, what is the use of more money.

It is a pity that people think they understand the truth, but they can't control their greed, there are always many people who work for money one after another, and they don't really understand it until the temporary time, but it is often too late to regret it.

And so they are.

The two killers are very young, they haven't enjoyed enough life, and the road is still long.

As a killer, I thought that I would miss and die, but I didn't expect it to be so fast and so slow.

If they were killed with one shot, they would not have a chance to think, they would not have a chance to regret it, and Zhou Lu gave them enough time and opportunity, for them, every second was torment, and between violent emotional ups and downs, remorse was like a mountain of brown attacks, drowning in the so-called bushido spirit of self-hypnosis.