If anyone passes by, they will see this terrifying scene. The man in gray kept repeating the movements of his hands, and the hammer rose and fell until the man on the ground could no longer be described as human.

Have you ever seen pork on a cutting board? Chop and chop, back and forth countless times, until the lump of meat turned into minced pieces.

In comparison, this is a more tyrannical, bloody and brutal one-sided massacre, the man in gray is like a butcher in a slaughterhouse, and his man is a pig to be slaughtered.

His head was shattered, his arms smashed into puddles of flesh, and even his bones were shattered into slag, a mixture of chilling blood and blood-soaked dirt.

And the leader of all this, as if admiring the delicious delicacies brought to the table from the kitchen, raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and sighed, what a mesmerizing taste......

He took out a sharp scalpel from his pocket, pushed up the sleeve of his coat, and gestured with the knife on the rest of the intact parts, which was ugly, but he had to leave something for him to keep, otherwise the hunt would be meaningless......

The blade glowing with cold light slowly sank into the chest, and followed the direction of the muscles, meticulously......

In the silence of the living room, the man took off his blazer, turned to sit on the sofa, raised his hands to unbutton his shirt, then threw his shirt aside, bent down and took out a medicine box from under the low table.

The cotton ball was damp with alcohol, and it was directly covered with the wound on the shoulder that had been cracked again, and the man did not change his face during the whole process, as if he had long been accustomed to it.

Zhou Ran watched him completely ignore her existence, unhurriedly carrying out the movements on his hands, and his eyes fell on his sturdy upper body.

The lights were dim that night, so much so that she didn't notice that there were scars all over his body, large and small. Palm-length scars can be seen everywhere in perfect shape, but more often than not, there are countless bullet holes left by healing.

There was even a round gun scar on his heart, and Zhou Ran could see that as long as he moved half a minute to the left, he would definitely die.

"Zhou Ran ......" The man's somewhat hoarse voice broke the silence, with a little coolness, "Why don't you hide?" ”

At the time of the incident, the taxi was still some distance away from her, and when he was in the car, he realized that she had spotted the car rushing towards her, and she could have run away instead of standing there and watching the car get closer and closer.

She looked away from the scars, looking up at the man who was still treating the wound with his head down, dodging? Why dodge? She knew better than anyone the unprecedented excitement that erupted in her heart at that moment, so why not go along with the desires of her heart?

The man, who couldn't hear her reply, raised his head and threw the blood-soaked cotton ball into the trash, looking at her with inky eyes and his thin lips moving.

"Come here."

It is no longer the peace of the past, his tone is clear, cold to the bones, not fetters, but sharp.

Zhou Ran looked at him fixedly for a while, glanced at the wound on his shoulder that had not stopped bleeding, and then walked over with his feet raised.

As soon as she walked to the sofa, he pinched her wrist and pulled it in his direction, and the whole person fell on the sofa at once, while Gu Cheng took advantage of the situation to clasp her two wrists to her sides and approached her.

"Huh? I ask you why don't you hide?! ”

The eyes as deep as a thousand-year-old well looked down at her, opening her mouth word by word, with a strong and irresistible domineering that swept everything, and Gu Cheng at this moment was like a vicious beast that had been touched against the scales, dangerous and ruthless.