When the dust settled, a dead silence returned to the old warehouse, with only a few faint dying convulsions echoing through it.

I don't know how long later, under an SUV in the west corner of the warehouse, an extremely young figure slowly came out, with a stunned expression on his face, and muttered to himself, "Is this the end, that's it, is it that simple."

I barely did anything, and I survived....", I was stunned for a while, finally calmed down, pondered for a moment, and began to carefully walk around the warehouse.

Cautiously walking between the luxury cars, whenever he sees a person lying in a pool of blood on the ground, whether it is life or death, he will always make a knife in the neck, and then strangely suck the black and white phantom that emerged from the person's body into his abdomen, and then possess himself to see the person's face carefully.

In fact, if those dying gangsters at this time had the courage to attack with guns with malicious intentions, no matter how careful that person's actions were, they would probably be shot and lose both.

But it's a pity that Brian's subordinates are all some lustful addicts, bullying the weak when they are full of tricks, but before they are seriously injured and dying, they seem to have exhausted all their courage, except for the eyes or intermittent and faint **-like whispers, expressing the surprise of trembling and pleading, and I can't think of other thoughts at all.

And when the young figure faced the sorrow and fear of the gangsters in distress, he didn't even show the slightest soft-heartedness, and the butcher's knife he wielded became more and more resolute and powerful every time.

Before he knew it, he had gone around the entire warehouse, and after cutting off his neck for an unknown number of pieces, he finally collapsed on the ground and gasped for rest.

After ten minutes, as if he felt that he had rested enough, the figure stood up, looked around in silence, and suddenly let out a strange laugh inexplicably, and shouted in a dry and hoarse tone: "Brian, Boss Brian, don't hide, I know you're not dead yet."

I've seen the faces of those guys on the ground one by one, without you..."

These words echoed over the graveyard of the old warehouse, which was as silent as a graveyard, and it lasted for a long time, causing Brian, who was hiding under an RV, to faint in horror.

As early as when the ancient warriors killed their men to a third of the left, the resentment of this gangster 'principal' had already dissipated with the blood flowing from his subordinates.

In his previous imagination, if he encountered a terrible predicament that endangered his life, he would definitely deal with it calmly, even if it was really desperate, he would inevitably congratulate his opponent on his victory with laughter and laughter, and then calmly die.

But when this scene happened little by little in reality, Brian found that he was not so calm at all, and could do nothing except be dominated by indescribable fear, abandon his men, and hide in panic.

It was only then that he realized that he had always thought that there was nothing more remarkable than the welfare boss;

The other principals of the 'Bone Brothers' who look down on them always have a lot of rules, and when there is a real conflict, they may be far more suitable to run a bloody gangster business than themselves, but at this moment it is too late.

"Do you think I can't catch you when you're hiding, what a fool, ahhhh

While listening to the teasing voice of the unknown attacker, I couldn't help but warn my teeth and make a subtle 'click...' sound.

On a normal day, he would have noticed that the sound was small, but it was enough to attract attention in the dead silence of the warehouse.

But at this time, Brian's mind was already in confusion, until the young figure was covered with viscous blood on the soles of his shoes, so when he landed, he would make a strange footsteps of 'poof, poof...', getting closer and closer, and a terrifying voice with a smile, "I've got you." ", sounded nearby, only to realize that he had exposed his whereabouts.

Even a pet dog will bite when it is cornered;

Even a fat turkey struggles before being caught and stewed, and after a suffocating shiver, he clearly has a premonition that his life is coming to an end, and Brian suddenly summons up all his courage, rolls out from under the car, and shoots wildly with his gun raised.

It's a pity that when a burst of "da-da-da-da...", the fire snake jumped, and when the spear made a 'click...' sound when the magazine was empty, the smiling voice sounded behind Brian again, "It's worthy of Boss Bryan the rattlesnake, you still have the courage to pull the trigger when you are dying, much better than your subordinates." Then he felt a pain in the back of his head and lost consciousness.

I don't know how long later, when Brian woke up again, he found that he couldn't move.

Because the tragedy of the night happened too suddenly, he felt that everything was a nightmare in a trance, and couldn't help but close his eyes again, hoping that when he opened it, he was lying on the comfortable big bed in the old nest, with two blonde hairs snuggled next to him.

But at this time, a flat voice broke his good wish, "Are you awake, Boss Brian, what a coincidence, I was about to send you on your way, and you woke up."

You know, I've had a lot of trouble trying to get you to hell in the best way possible. ”

"Killing, killing is killing, being shot through the head is also death, being beheaded and cutting off the neck is nothing more than death, what's the difference..."

"What you said about those ways to die are all uncreative ways to die invented by modern people, and the experience from birth to death is just a matter of seconds, more than ten seconds, of course, there is no difference, and the death method I chose for you is completely different.

First of all, you have to break your limbs completely, so that they can't move at all;

Then I set up a sharpened stake in the ground, which I could not find in this storehouse, but there were a few long iron crowbars, which could barely be replaced, and lo and behold, I had buried one of them deep in the earth, and it took a great deal of effort to break the cement slabs on the ground..."

"You, what the hell do you want to do...", half fear, half resentment lingered in Brian's chest, and he couldn't help but scream and interrupt the words of the figure sitting beside an erected iron rod not far away, with a face hidden in the dark.

"Don't worry, Brian, it's about to be a wonderful place," the figure said in a voice that grew cold, full of wireless malice, "and then I'll take off your pants, cut your anus with a knife, and make you sit on the iron rod that you set up."

Because you can't move your hands and feet, no matter how painful you are, you can only swell your body in vain, but the more you twist, the deeper the iron rod will penetrate.

According to ancient texts, the longest prisoner lived for a whole day until an iron rod came out of his throat and pierced his entire body like a grilled fish, and he could still breathe. ”

originally thought that he had mustered up the courage to face death, but when he heard this description of the torture he was about to endure, Brian felt cold from head to toe, his body couldn't help but tremble, and he said incoherently: "No, it's impossible, even the devil can't torture people from such cruel methods!"

Even if it is a great hatred, it is enough to kill, kill that person, why bother, why use this kind of torture, God will not allow it, and whoever kills with this kind of torture will surely fall into hell forever..."

"God, haha, you mentioned God now, Boss Brian," the figure sitting under the iron rod stood up from the ground and slowly walked to Brian's side, "If God really exists, then I would like to ask why I, who was born as an orphan, was blackmailed and beaten by you for selling some 'weeds' for my own life and that of my father;

Why did my adoptive father, who is in his 60s, go to you for a theory with his injured son, but in the end he was beaten to death and thrown into the trash!

I just want to live simply, but why don't you give us a way to live;

I'm just a teenager who bluffs and intimidates people to make a few hamburgers and a few packs of fries, why, why are you forcing me to be real, real, the devil..."

The figure gradually turned from whispering to roaring as he spoke, ignoring Brian's surprise, wailing, and pleading, and tortured him as he had said before, and finally grabbed his hair and impaled the enemy on the iron rod.

After that, looking at Brian, who was writhing like a spasmodic man, spitting blood foaming in his mouth and howling, just asking for a trace, he finally gradually regained his composure, was silent for a moment, and said softly: "Now that the hatred between us is a write-off, in the end, I want to follow the traditional practice of the people of Orange Street to make an ending to this 'good show'."

Greetings to Old Baker, Boss Brian...", nodding his head in a greeting gesture, strolled out of the old warehouse, leaving behind all death, sin, and wailing.