"What?!"

Uncle Shi's brain almost crashed on the spot, and the ghost king killer he had just seen in the newspaper actually killed his home.

It's almost like a fantasy, it's unbelievable.

But when a terrifying figure appeared in front of him, he couldn't help but believe it.

"Dad, Dad, this is Uncle Ghost King, these two fun clay figures were given to me by him, Uncle Ghost King is so powerful, better than Aunt Fu and Uncle Ada." The son's left hand is bumpy, and the little monster in his right hand is raised to his father and said, he can make toys and play with himself, he must be the bodyguard uncle newly invited by his father.

The child's idea is very naïve, but if Uncle Ten wants to think like this, it is better to go back to the mother's womb and recast.

"Your Excellency...... May I ask you ......" Uncle Ten opened his mouth and said that he just wanted to ask about the identity of the Ghost King Mask.

The other party stretched out a finger and shook it from side to side, then bent down and lowered his head, and whispered to Uncle Shi's son: "Zhizai, I'll talk to your dad about something, you go upstairs to play by yourself first, and Uncle will make another Godzilla for you later." ”

"Okay, yes," Uncle Ten's son clapped his little hands and cheered, the story of the Bump Man told to him by Uncle Ghost King was very attractive, Godzilla was a very powerful monster, he always wanted to know what such a monster looked like, "Dad, I'll go upstairs first?" And Uncle Ghost King, you must remember what you promised me? ”

The Ghost King Mask raised his right hand, stretched out three fingers, circled his thumb and index finger in an O shape, and made an OK gesture.

After his son went upstairs, Uncle Ten immediately took his eyes back from his son's small back, turned to the face of the ghost king's mask, and asked, "Who is Your Excellency?" What's the point? ”

Before the Ghost King Mask could answer, there was a sound of footsteps, but the vehicle was parked and returned to the tenth uncle's subordinate in the living room.

When his subordinates saw the scene in front of them, they immediately realized that something was wrong, and immediately put their right hand on their waists and took out the pistol on the leather bag.

Who knows—

A Beretta 92F pistol suddenly appeared out of thin air in the palm of the ghost king's mask wearing black gloves, and the trigger was pulled, and the white fire of the muzzle flashed away.

"Bang!"

A 9mm pistol bullet left the muzzle, grazed Uncle Shi's shoulder, and got into the head of the man behind him who tried to pull out the gun.

"Poof!"

Blood splashed, and even some splashed on Uncle Ten's face, which was itchy and a little warm.

Without a word, his subordinates fell down and fell at the feet of Uncle Ten.

Uncle Ten immediately took a few steps back in a row like an electric shock, away from the dead corpses of his subordinates, his upper and lower teeth trembled uncontrollably, and a stream of urine in his lower body was transmitted to his brain along his lower abdomen, making him involuntarily clamp his baby, and there was no longer the slightest doubt in his heart about the identity of the ghost king killer.

Standing in front of him was definitely the murderer mentioned in the newspaper who caused thirteen deaths and eight injuries.

The ghost king's mask blew the muzzle that still had residual warmth, and the eyes in the hole stared at the tenth uncle's face, and said slowly: "I don't want to kill, it doesn't mean that I won't kill, don't do anything that makes me violate my own principles." ”

"You don't want to kill yet? It's just a big joke in the world, I did thirteen people at one time, injured eight people, and just now I didn't hesitate to blow up my subordinates' heads, this is like what men often say to women, I only rub it on the side, and the guarantee that I will never go in, the same ridiculous, the same without any credibility. "Uncle Ten said in his heart,

He didn't believe in the that a killer wouldn't want to kill people, and wouldn't a butcher who slaughtered hundreds of fat pigs every year want to kill pigs?

"What do you want?" Uncle Ten forced himself to calm down, and forced himself to look at the Ghost King Mask and said.

The Ghost King Mask walked to the edge of the sofa and sat down, waved his gun twice, and motioned for Uncle Ten to sit opposite him.

The latter did not dare to disobey, and sat down with a cower.

"I'm a person who likes to talk fast, and I don't like to talk in circles," the ghost king mask poked the muzzle of the gun on the surface of the glass coffee table and made a regular circle, making a "squeak!" Creak! With a slight sound, the eyeballs in his eyes stared at Uncle Ten's eyes: "I'm going to kill He Changqing and want to get some news from you." ”

"What do you want to know?!" Uncle Shi's brows twisted into a pimple, although the killer claimed that the target was not himself, maybe he would really leave a way for himself to live, because the killer kills for money, and he will not kill insignificant people easily, but betraying the boss is also a dead end, but it is just a change of death, just like the difference between the immediate execution of the death penalty and the death reprieve

"I want to know He Changqing's whereabouts and tell me his schedule tomorrow." The Ghost King Mask said, as he himself said, he is a fast-talking person, and his speech is as straight to the point as ever.

"Hehe, you think too highly of me, how can I know about our chairman's schedule? If you want to know this, it is better to go to Uncle Jian, he is also the right and left hand of the chairman, and he knows more about many things than me. Uncle Ten played a trick and inadvertently threw this big black cauldron to his old rival Uncle Jian.

"But Uncle Jian said that you are the one who is most trusted by your boss." The Ghost King Mask leaned in front of Uncle Ten's eyes and said, the ugly big nose on the mask almost touched the bridge of the latter's nose.

The sweat on Uncle Ten's forehead was dripping down one by one, and he didn't have time to defend himself.

"You're lying!"

A terrible voice rang in his ears.

Immediately, the muzzle of the gun that poked in a circular motion on the glass surface, "Boom! A thud against his forehead.

He watched as his index finger pulled the trigger......

"Ahh

He screamed uncontrollably, sweating like rain, and the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose were thrown to the ground due to excessive movement.

"Click!"

There was a crisp thud of hammer hitting the air, and there were no bullets in the gun.

Uncle Ten gasped heavily, and his head was almost blank for a moment just now, leaving only three words in his head:

I'm dead......

After the catastrophe, he involuntarily raised his head and turned his gaze to the initiator, wanting to know the reason for the other party's behavior.

"You're lucky, you don't seem to have any bullets in the magazine." The Ghost King Mask pretended to be very regretful, withdrew from the magazine, and didn't know where to find a yellow-orange-orange 9mm bullet, "Squeak!" "Press into the magazine, then put the magazine back in place, "Click!" With a thud, he pulled the sleeve.

"I hate liars, and I don't usually give liars even a chance, it's just that they don't have any bullets in their magazine." The Ghost King Mask looked at Uncle Ten and said seriously.