Chapter XXII: Killing

Just when Fukuda felt sorry for himself, a strange feeling came to his heart along with a piece of information; This is a gift for the hopeless, this is the sown of misfortune, and two thoughtless words come to mind.

"What is this?" Fukuda Tsuyoshi said in surprise, the telekinesis formed an invisible barrier around the body, "It's just as flexible as fingers, no, it should be said that it is more flexible than fingers." ”

With Fukuda Gang's thoughts, an invisible tentacle of telekinetic power gently fixed a fluttering dust; "Is this the ability? Who gave me the power? Kami-sama? Alien? Otherworldly? "Being in the country of anime, Tsuyoshi Fukuda is naturally exposed to a lot of fantasy natural settings.

"A gift for the hopeless? yes, that's a gift for me. Fukuda Tsuyoshi muttered to himself, "I don't want to live this kind of unfortunate day for a day." ”

The nimble telekinesis nimbly bypassed the iron door of the warehouse, and the outside of the door was locked by an iron lock; "It should be possible, right?" Mental power is not only an extension of the hands and feet, but also another sense, so it is not too difficult to pry open an old-fashioned mechanical lock.

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A trivial voice came from the small warehouse, and Suzuki, who is a senior member of the Otomo group, said to Murakami, who was watching the cute animation with his mobile phone: "You go to the small warehouse to see, that kid shouldn't be trying to play any tricks, right?" ”

Murakami, who was smirking while watching, was a little dissatisfied: "Just that kind of herbivore man, how can he have the courage to resist?" However, he still got up and went to Kokura to check the situation, Otomogumi, as one of Japan's designated violent groups, attaches great importance to discipline from top to bottom, and Suzuki, as a senior, naturally has the privilege of calling juniors.

"Even the underworld is people who watch anime all day long, this country." Suzuki muttered twice, took out the flask in his pocket, and took a sip of it.

Click, a crisp sound, so loud in this dark night that is about to wee in the morning; Suzuki, who was a little drunk, suddenly sobered up.

took out a big black star from behind his waist, originally generally speaking, this kind of small and medium-sized loan, the members of the Otomo group would not carry guns for operation; But the debtor caught today was going to be sent to an underground hospital for an organ transplant, so just in case, the organization cadres allowed Suzuki to bring the gun.

"Murakami? You bastard, what's going on? There were no lights on the road leading to the small warehouse, and Suzuki pointed his gun at the passage of the black hole and shouted.

The sound of clackling footsteps came from far and near, and a vague figure appeared in Suzuki's field of vision; But before Suzuki could tell if the figure was Murakami, a sharp pain came from his right hand. In the sound of Titicaca, Suzuki's right hand holding the Great Black Star had been twisted in a full circle by an invisible force, and the joints had all been shattered, but under the flesh and blood that was still barely connected, Suzuki's right hand was still attached to his right arm at a strange angle.

But now Suzuki had been struck down by pain, and a terrible howl resounded throughout the room; "So you're such a weak person?" A contemptuous and pleasant word came out of the mouth of the comer. Under the effect of the body's hormones, the sharp pain that had occupied the entire mind is subsided, and Suzuki finally regains a little ability to think.

Isn't this the guy he caught during the day? Suzuki was surprised to see this; "Didn't expect that, did you? Your amazement, your pain, it makes me happy; It turns out that revenge is such an interesting thing, and it turns out that killing people is nothing special. Fukuda's delicate face showed a distorted expression peculiar to his abuser.

"Murakami?" Suzuki's voice trembled a little.

"You mean the kid who plays with his phone?" Fukuda just showed the mobile phone in his hand, "Haha, he was broken by me, I didn't know that the cervical vertebrae would be broken with only a small amount of force; The force used was a little bigger, so his head was a little ugly now. ”

"Bastard." Suzuki, who had recovered a little strength, grabbed the big black star with his left hand and held it with his severed hand; Then the finger hit an invisible wall, "What's going on?" Suzuki screamed in horror, without the slightest sound of temperature hardness or collision, as if air was blocking his left hand.

"Idiot, this is called telekinesis." Fukuda Tsuyoshi hooked his right hand, and the five fingers clenched on the broken hand were suddenly released, and the big black star in it also flew into Fukuda Gang's right hand, Suzuki didn't notice that the blood on the big black star was knocked out by his telekinesis before it approached Fukuda Gang, "Next, it's time to send you to hell." ”

Suzuki wanted to resist, but now his whole body was firmly suppressed by an irresistible force; "You won't be able to run now." With Tsuyoshi Fukuda's playful words, a black hole pointed at Suzuki's head.

The strange situation of "no, don't" and the threat of death made Suzuki lose his mind; Looking at this scene, Fukuda Gang made a disdainful comment: "Sure enough, it's a little minion." He then pulled the trigger, and the bullet pierced through Suzuki's eyebrows, bringing out a red and white goo in the back of his head.

Fukuda just walked out with his legs, but suddenly thought: Such two strange corpses here, it must be very eye-catching. "So, it would be better to do a little processing." Fukuda Tsuyoshi said softly.

Set fire? But firstly, his own ability does not have the ability to make a fire, and secondly, there should be residents in the vicinity, and maybe they were extinguished by the fire brigade before the two corpses were burned. Fukuda just looked at Tokyo Bay not far away, and a classic method came to his mind.

Fukuda Tsuyoshi walked in front with sunglasses and a mask, the city of Tokyo can be said to be a country of monitors, Fukuda Tsuyoshi doesn't want to be like the group of stupid murderers in the detective drama to be found out by the surveillance video. And behind Fukuda Gang, it was a little terrifying.

The headless Murakami, who loves to watch animation, holds his somewhat mutilated head, and Suzuki, whose hands naturally droop, lowers his head, but the big hole in the back of his head is more obvious; And these two people were dragged after being fixed by Futian with telekinetic power. As a result, the two corpses leaned forward slightly and slid on the ground; This is simply a scene from a second-rate thriller movie.

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