The night shrouded a desolate ruin, and under the ruins were bare rusty steel bars and wires, shadows cast on the ground.

Far from the city center, on the edge, no one speaks, no hustle and bustle, in this cold winter, in the ruins without the sound of insects, the cold wind howls by, like a terrible roar, eerie and nerve-numbing.

Deep in the ruins were several half-demolished buildings, one of which was still dimly lit and flickering in the darkness.

"It's so fucking hard for me to get a ship right now?! I'm telling you, arrange a boat back to Nangang for me within two days, otherwise everyone will not have a good time!! ”

The man kicked over the bench in front of him, roared angrily at the phone, and the scar on his face became even more hideous in the light.

"I shot and killed a couple of detectives! It took a lot of effort to escape, do you think those bitches will use their lives to collude with Lao Tzu and let Lao Tzu go?! ”

"Don't talk nonsense, don't blame Lao Tzu for being ruthless with you if you can't see the boat! I think the one in the capital is more interested in this news! ”

After finishing speaking, the scar man hung up the phone angrily, took out the phone card and burned it with a lighter, then picked up the wine bottle on the ground and poured it up, and threw it hard in anger, the wine bottle exploded on the wall, and the glass shattered to the ground.

Staring at the glass ballast on the ground, the scarred man was panting like a cow, and before he had completely calmed down, a black shadow flashed outside the iron window.

"Who?!"

The scar man was startled, and he ran to the window with his back against the wall in a few strides, staring out vigilantly, reaching out and slowly touching the gun at his waist.

There was silence outside the window, and he carefully discerned the shadows in the dark ruins, and after a long time he saw no other movement, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned around.

"Jie Ji ........."

A miserable white mask with no lines, and a long black cloak. Deathless, like the eyes of the treacherous dementors of the boundless hell, the terrifying and terrifying laughter.

In the hollow that was close at hand, countless bloodthirsty pupils crawled out of the numb and bloodthirsty pupils, and only skeletons were left with demons rushing towards him.

The man's eyes widened in horror, frightened by the ghostly figure at a fraction of a mile away, and he fell to the cold wall, the pain in his back made his mind clear, and he pulled out the pistol behind his waist and fired two shots in panic.

"Bang! Bang! ”

A black shadow flashed in front of him, his wrist hurt sharply, and the pistol fell to the ground.

"Ahh Scarface screamed in pain, endured the pain and hurriedly tried to pick up the gun with his hand, but the black leather shoe stepped on the back of his hand and kicked him in the throat quickly.

He was kicked over, flipped twice with his strength, half-knelt on the ground, choked his bleeding wrist, and looked at the strange white mask with a fierce look.

"Pretending to be a ghost in front of Lao Tzu, who the hell are you?!"

"Yike...... I'm sorry to scare you......"

The soft and melodious female voice relieved Scar, just a woman, not to worry. However, the man's next sentence made his face change again.

"With so many lives on your back, you will be afraid?"

A hoarse male voice then sounded, and the scarred man's eyeholes tightened, this is ...... Man's voice?!!

"Who the hell are you?!" Scarface asked sharply, and his right hand touched the other side of his waist.

"Giggle...... You'll know when I catch you. "It's boring to know too early, the game has to be played slowly to be interesting, and the prey has to have the panic that the prey should have...... The corners of his mouth under the mask hooked up a shallow smile.

The scar man grabbed a handful of plaster on the ground, slammed it up, and while the masked man was blocking the ash with his hand, he jumped up, and the dagger in his hand was plunged straight into the masked man's heart.

When it was too late, the figure flashed, and he moved to the left, his white-gloved hand made an eagle hook, and he buckled the right wrist of the scar man who was bleeding more than the dagger, and broke it hard, and his knee hit him hard in his chest and abdomen, and the strength of a thousand catties made the scar man spit out a mouthful of blood in his throat.

The person under the mask sighed helplessly, stupid person, you can compare anything, but don't compare speed with me, after all, the speed of her attack is not slower than the speed at which she kills......

People can often burst into great potential in the face of death, just like the Scar Man at this moment, he stuck his legs on the ground, grabbed the masked man's arm, turned his back and threw him to the ground.

As if he didn't feel pain, the masked man flipped from the ground, and the scar man quickly picked up the dagger that had just fallen to the ground, and just as he was about to pounce on it to give him a fatal blow, the cold and hard object hit his head...... A voice without a hint of warmth followed.

“Game over.” Game over.