At the same time as the order was given, I jumped backwards into the room and quickly closed the red door.

The place across the door sounded like firecrackers.

Although it is not that it lacks the ability and tactics to continue fighting, it is really uninteresting and meaningless to face such a situation. Originally, he was not arrogant enough to successfully exterminate the city stronghold of a huge sect in the first place, just because the other party was hiding his head and tail, and he really had no other way to confirm it in a short time.

So, as I said before, it's just a hello.

Confirm the existence and strength of the other party, and confirm your own existence and strength.

Although the way is a little more drastic, it should be better for cognition.

In any case, the desired goal has been achieved, and it is time to retreat. At this time, you can still get out of the way, and it may not be possible to be one step later.

I pressed the button, and the elevator started working again, and as the room began to rise, the gunfire outside the door stopped.

I thought they would control the machine, but the room stopped on the second floor without incident, and perhaps this mechanism couldn't have been operated in the underground auditorium when it was originally designed.

As expected, there were no enemies waiting outside the door. Before entering the second floor, they fought hard, which was enough for them to recognize the difference in each other's combat power, and ordinary thugs couldn't play a big role even if they were armed with guns. Even the special units that take Paradise are not a threat as long as they don't have enough numbers.

However, as a bar on the surface, not only the dead and gunshots are taboo, but all large-scale operations must be handled with caution, so even if there are more people, they cannot be unscrupulous at this time.

On the other hand, even if they have a relationship with the government, as a malignant tumor of society, they cannot send people to fight in the city with great fanfare.

So as long as you get out of the bar, it's equivalent to a fish returning to the sea. The impact of the battle was almost negligible to them, but the chaos caused to the stronghold was enough to restrain them a little.

I didn't hesitate to descend the stairs, and footsteps rang out in the hallway I had just passed.

"There, catch him!" Voices came from upstairs, and members of the Special Forces who had been praying in the underground auditorium had caught up.

Because of the large number of people, the movement caused by the movement made everyone in the box notice the unusual situation and couldn't help but come out to investigate.

Probably because the guests on the second floor are more wealthy and powerful than the first floor.

In full view, the pursuers seemed to have scruples, and their movements were restrained, and they did not dare to use powerful weapons. One after another, people jumped off the handrails empty-handed. At this point, if you use a graystone arrow, you might be able to shoot them easily, but that's not worth the cost.

It is conceivable how many of these pawns are in the organization, but if the gray stone arrows cannot be recovered, one less will be used.

Although it is very inhumane to say this, at this time, their lives are not worth the price.

Besides, if they get entangled here, they may be planted in the hands of possible reinforcements.

I burst onto the dance floor of the bar, kept taking homemade smoke bombs from my arms and throwing them on the ground, then pulled down my goggles and put on my mask.

Along the way, they rudely bumped into quite a few people, and the screams came and went, but they were soon drowned out by the frenzied music, shouting, and swinging. There were some people with bad tempers who tried to grab me in a daze, but when I pushed me hard, they overwhelmed the people behind them like dominoes.

The walls of people who were not good at walking were layered on top of each other, and by the time they were distracted, a thick white fog had filled a large area.

Even if the body functions are strengthened and not afraid of knives and guns, the sensitivity of the facial features will still produce a strong sense of discomfort after being stimulated, and this is the same for men in hats.

Everyone was coughing, crying, yelling, and swearing, and the chaos spread through the bar at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What is this...... Ahem......"

"Help, who's stepping on me?"

"Calm down, everyone, calm down!"

After a while, someone screamed for injury. As if a powder keg had been detonated, the people in the bar crowded together, all trying to run out, while the people outside swarmed in to find out what was going on.

The flow of people crashed into each other, splashing frenzied sparks, and everyone began to indiscriminately attack those who stood in their way. No matter what you say, you can't listen to it, and whatever you do, it's considered malicious.

I took advantage of the chaos and got out of the bar in the middle of some lucky people. Some people stood at the door with a look of happiness and excitement and watched the chaos with relish, while a few people looked worried and began to call the police with their mobile phones.

The guy in charge of the aftermath must have a numb scalp.

You might see this on the front pages of the newspapers.

In this way, in order to calm people's minds and protect secrets, the intensity of organizational action will inevitably be weakened to a considerable extent.

After all, judging from the size of the underground auditorium, if this place was not an important stronghold, there was no need to spend so much effort.

I stood there for a few seconds, then turned into the alleyway not far away, and wandered away in the concrete forest of the city with a black crow as I had come.

I returned home and quickly washed the paint off my face with warm water. I shoved my head into the pool of water and didn't lift it until I was too angry. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but be surprised by my behavior tonight.

Not only enjoying the thrill of killing, but also involving other innocent people, this kind of behavior can only be described by the idiom of unscrupulousness.

I know that I can't do this kind of thing in normal times, and when innocent people are harmed, I will feel a little sympathy. Before tonight, I never imagined that I would be so intense and thorough.

It shouldn't be because of the pressure.

As long as I live, there will be all kinds of things that don't go my way, and I think I've been prepared for it. Even though I may have had a similar plan when trying to release stress, I have always believed that it was just a delusion and that I would never be able to do it.

However, isn't the pale-faced person in the mirror Gao Chuan who killed many people in the bar and created a large-scale chaos to facilitate his departure?

This well-looking and excellent student, even if he wears the same coat as the murderer, he can't see anything in common with that guy. ,

yes, this guy's face is a human, and that guy's face is a ghost.

It's the face weirdos who kill people, who would know that Lu Dao is Gao Chuan, an honor student? Because no one can think that no one knows the way, no matter what you do, it will not involve yourself, just like a dream, as long as you wake up, you don't have to bear the responsibility in the dream. So you can do anything if you want to.

This is the power of true evil.

It has nothing to do with pressure, uniqueness, distinctiveness, extraordinary talent.

Because I've never heard of frustrated people, weirdos and geniuses are bound to become murderers.

I looked at the paint boxes on the shelves next to me with mixed feelings, and for a long time, threw them in the trash.

Because the mood has not calmed down, there is no sleepiness at all. I opened the fridge and took out the fresh meats, cut them into long strips and put them on a plate, and took them to the balcony to feed Quark.

The bedroom is still the same as when Sakiya left. Accidents have a feeling of nostalgia, obviously she has only been away for a short time, but it feels like a long time.

That stupid guy obviously can't control the demon in his body.

However, maybe I left because I couldn't control it.

She is a delicate girl who cries over the death of a stranger, but cares more about her friends and relatives than a stranger.

So, it's not okay not to leave.

Even if you become a monster, at least don't hurt the people you care about.

Even so, he didn't want to compromise with the murderer who hurt himself and his friends.

Thinking that one day I will have to rely on the strength brought by this bad luck to take revenge.

Maybe at this dark and windy time, somewhere to find food for the devil.

Maybe he is remorseful and self-reproaching for his actions, and silently weeps.

These are all my imaginations.

I don't have the ability to see through people's hearts, and I know that I can't fully understand others, but it is precisely because people's hearts are full of estrangement that I speculate, try to understand, and suffer the pain of understanding and incomprehension.

I don't think this is a sad thing for human beings.

Because isn't it precisely in the tangle that the bond becomes strong?

I believe that one day I will meet Sakiya, and I will definitely ......