In the elegantly decorated room, the sound of a sharp blade tearing muscles sounded intermittently, four times before and after. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Sean was like a cultist performing a cult ritual, his face was indifferent, ignoring the pleading gaze of Maxim, who was like a sacrifice, and grabbed the blue blade in his hand and pushed it out little by little, through the flesh and blood, and directly nailed to the wall.

"Woo woo woo woo ---"

Maxim's eyes bulged outward, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, tears of pain flowed from his sockets, sliding down his hideous cheeks, his mouth was wide open, but strangely even so, he could not let out a wail of pain, as if his mouth was gagged, only a series of low whines.

Sean let go of the fourth blade, looking at Maxim with a hideous and terrifying face, but there was no trace of pity on his face, and even immediately after, he waved his hand directly, dissipating all the mental power acting on Maxim.

"Uh-huh-ah!!"

Without the telekinesis pressing on his body, Maxim, who was nailed to the wall, suddenly felt gravity acting on his body, and the penetrating wounds on his legs and arms, which were nailed to the wall by sharp blades, began to tear immediately, bursting out with warm and bright red blood.

Sean's condensed telekinetic blade is extremely sharp, although it is only condensed casually, but the sharpness is not comparable to ordinary cold weapons, and Maxim is completely nailed to the wall at this time, and more importantly, his feet are also off the ground, although he tried his best to stand on tiptoe to touch the floor, but although this purpose is constantly approaching, the price is that he can't stop the sharp blades in his thighs and arms from turning penetrating wounds into lacerations like cutting cakes.

What made Maxim even more desperate was that a small sharp knife appeared in the palm of the hand of the person in front of him who had caused him so much pain, and as Sean raised his hand, he confirmed that the sharp knife was finally aimed at his neck.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and Maxim shook his head frantically with anxiety and fear, but such a violent movement only allowed him to finally touch the ground with his feet.

And his legs and arms were also completely cut open, at this moment he was like a rag doll that had been ravaged dozens of times, the epidermis was cut, revealing the stuff inside, but Maxim was different from the doll, and what was exposed inside him was obviously not cotton.

Sean didn't intend to let Maxim bleed to death, and the anger in his heart gradually dissipated as he watched the changing expression on Maxim's face.

After venting, he felt that he should give this gangster who was barely a villain a decent way to die, although there would be no audience to witness this moment, of course, I am afraid no one wants to see it, but at least Sean can let him not bleed to death, but a different way of dying and do it himself.

"You're part of the shadows of Hell's Kitchen, but the last thing you need here is shadows, so your existence is worthless to me! And, from now on, you're already wasting my time. Sean raised the knife in his hand and stretched out his head to Maxim's frantically swaying head, and said lightly.

As soon as the sharp tip of the knife touched Maxim's skin, he immediately turned his head away.

But there was not much room for him to hide, and the severe pain in his body was not diminished by the threat of death, and even as he struggled, the blade that ran through his body caused him great trauma again, so he was faced with two choices, two different ways to die.

Cut throat or, torn apart!

Maxim is a big man, but his heart is obviously not as brave as his rugged appearance, he does not have the courage to face Sean, and naturally he does not have the determination to tear himself apart in order to survive, so the blade in Sean's hand soon touched Maxim again.

"Don't be afraid."

Sean's gaze followed the tip of the knife in his hand across Maxim's pale face soaked in cold sweat, instantly leaving a bright red trail, and said lightly.

"Woo woo woo !!"

Maxim kept trembling, his wide eyes were full of pitiful pleading, obviously, this famous Russian gangster had been frightened by Sean, and even at this time he only cared about praying for Sean's mercy, and he didn't even dare to have a trace of resentment in his eyes, for fear of offending the vicious guy in front of him.

Sean smiled coldly, his palm was slightly forced, and a touch of scarlet instantly slipped off Maxim's neck, and quickly began to swipe from side to side.

Sean gritted his teeth and said, "Now, you feel it, those who have been hurt by you, they--"

His words suddenly paused, and his body suddenly dodged to one side, and at the same time, only a clear crisp sound was heard by the window suddenly, and then a sharp breath flew straight in.

Laugh at!!

An ordinary amusement dart sliced through the air and was nailed into Maxim's neck in front of him the moment Sean dodged away.

Blood blooms like a blooming flower!

Who is it?

Quickly pulled back, and at the same time immediately came to a table, hiding all his body behind him.

Sean glanced at Maxim, he still had a trace of breath from the piercing throat, but the blood gushing out of his mouth said that he was about to die, maybe the next moment.

But Sean doesn't care about this anymore, although he was robbed of his head, but he was more shocked, at this time only his thumping thumping heart can know how much panic he experienced just now, if it weren't for the perception brought by mental power, I believe that the dart that penetrated Maxim's neck would definitely fall on his body, and it was the ...... that was shot Well? Wrong! Why behind the ear?

Could it be that the dart just now was able to penetrate the hardest bones in a person's body? Glancing at the ordinary dart stuck in Maxim's neck again, Sean instantly rejected this speculation, so ...... Wasn't the dart's original target? It's Maxim across from himself.

A flash of realization flashed in his eyes, and at the same time, a figure instantly appeared in his memory, a villain who could connect with darts.

At the same time, on the roof of the residential building opposite Sean, a tall and thin bald man pulled a wanton smile at the corner of his mouth, and the middle index fingers of his left hand gently brushed over the bullseye-like scar on his head, and whispered: "Hehe! Hit the bull's-eye! ”

Then, with a slight movement of his palms, the two darts were caught between his fingers, and at the same time, his feet stepped directly into the air, slamming down on the rusty outer staircase, and he quickly rolled down.