Unlike the heated interiors of the villas, the December snow was like a bone scraper outside the estate, but Rajer loved the cold wind that seemed to cut open his skin. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Unlike the other bodyguards who patrolled outside the manor, Rajer could have entered the villa and spent time drinking with those rich N generations, and with the grace of saving his life at the beginning, even the head of the family respected him very much, and after having a successor, he once wrote a six-figure check for him to exchange at any time.

However, Rajer chose to always be a bodyguard who was exposed to the wind and sun, always waiting for something to happen, even if he was protecting a waste man who had almost given up, just because of the habit that had long been engraved in his soul, the memory of fighting between life and death with guns, knives, fists, and all weapons.

If he could, of course, Rajer would have liked him to be in the army, still wearing the camouflage that would not be clean most of the time, but unfortunately, he survived dancing with countless bullets and even cannonballs, but he was stabbed in the knee by a child and had to withdraw from the battlefield.

"Whew......" smoke gushed out in a circle in his lungs, and Rajer, who remembered the past, felt that his knees began to hurt again, even though the doctor told him it was a psychological problem, he still felt pain, "Damn, no one wants to touch him after that bastard has offended many people......

Of course, Rajer knew what kind of person he was protecting, and if he was on the opposite side, that bastard would have been sewn with a chrysanthemum by him and a few new ones from his head, which was why he chose this waste that had nothing but trouble, but it had been almost two years, and his bones were rusty, and this bastard was still living happily.

Filled with resentment, Rajel was about to finish his last puff of cigarette, but stopped at the moment when the cigarette holder was about to touch his dry lips, and he heard it!

A noisy, screaming and panicked sound, a scream that was truly enveloped by the fear of death, was coming from the villa behind him, and even the rock music playing at great volume could not hide the sound.

"Click!" the cold fingers dragged the body temperature, and in the sound of metal rubbing, the yellow bullet entered the chamber, "I smell you again." ”

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'Oh God, why is this happening, it's not the same as saying!' Alyssa roared and cried out frantically in her heart, but she didn't dare to really make a sound, obviously afraid that every inch of her muscles were trembling, and her tear glands couldn't stop secreting fluid, and her throat was like a rough bone, desperate to cry out.

But she didn't dare, Alyssa covered her mouth and hugged herself into a ball of meat, desperately trying to shrink herself so that she could hide in a more corner, preferably with this cupboard, no, with this wall.

'They're all dead, they're all dead...... the phrase kept repeating in Alyssa's head.

Those who bravely come forward to fight are dead, those who turn and flee in fear are dead, those who are frightened and paralyzed and beg for mercy are dead, and those who are drunk and so drunk that they cannot tell the difference at all are also dead.

The demon, the demon in human skin, it bit their throats, it tore open their bodies, it bathed in blood, it gnawed at their internal organs......

Alyssa, who had broken her mind, twisted her memory, as if she could smell the deep smell of blood that was close at hand, so close that it seemed as if the imaginary mutilated corpses were placed in front of her, and the demon was staring at her, slowly walking towards her, its bloody claws still hanging from her friend's head, and smiling at her—

"Ah!! don't come here, you wicked, uh... Woohoo...... "Foamy blood slowly spilled from Alyssa's mouth and nose, she finally cried, but she couldn't cry, the cold death quickly eroded her, 'Mom, I'm sorry......

Let go of the hand that was holding the girl, let her fall heavily when she was about to turn into a corpse, the fruit knife that tried to fight back became a murder weapon that killed her, and the girl who was still holding the handle of the knife with both hands was just another sacrifice tonight, and Chu didn't even look at her more.

He is still slowly searching for the owner of this mansion, the unsuccessful son of the world-class capital family Rockefeller, Mr. John Jr. As for the bodyguards outside, it depends on their luck or ability, whether they can bypass the trap before he finds Little John.

Where? Where? Where......

John rummaged through the cabinets to find it, he remembered that he had lost a gun here last year, and it was in this room, yes, as long as there was a gun, he was not afraid of that crazy Jimmy, no one could stop the bullet, no one.

John, who was constantly encouraging himself, became more and more anxious in his hands, a lamp, a Bible, a watch, and ...... Instead of a gun, throw it away! In fact, he had a better option: jump through the window.

In fact, John did think about this plan, but when he walked to the window, he gave up after just looking at the height, just as he just saw that the door was blocked and did not hesitate to go upstairs to dodge.

"Found it!", "Found you~"

Hearing this voice, John only felt a chill stand on end, and the pistol he had just found immediately turned around and pointed at the door, but the cold body of the gun didn't even bring him a sense of security, and the muscles that kept trembling all over his body made the muzzle tremble, "I, I have a gun!"

"Oh, is it?" Chu still walked in a quiet and silent footsteps, walking towards Little John step by step, not fast or slow, the dagger dangling back and forth in his hand, reflecting the cold light.

John hurriedly retreated, but stepped on the debris that was littered just now, and finally found his center of gravity, but found that Chu was already standing in front of him, and he could reach him as soon as he stretched out his hand: "Don't, don't come, ah!!"

He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger desperately, but instead of hearing the imaginary gunshot, his hand hurt, and he couldn't help but let go of his hands and retreated sharply, and retreated directly to the wall.

"No one told you that the gun has a safety device?" After turning the pistol in his hand a few times, Chu very kindly showed Mr. John what the safety device was, "Look, that's it, gently flick it, and then, you have to load the bullet, just like this, the rest is to aim and shoot." ”

Little Mr. John was already on the verge of crying, for the gun was now pointed at him, and the muzzle of the black hole was like the gaze of death—

"Woo!", "Woo!", "Woo!"

Am I dead? Little John's head was blank, as if it didn't hurt, but his crotch was warm and sticky, "I'm not dead!" Of course he wasn't dead, because the bullet wasn't aimed at him at all.

'Hang to the big fish. Chu glanced at the broken cuffs, just now, the one outside the door fired two shots, he fired one, I don't know if it hit, "Very good, more qualified than expected." ’

Chu reined in the emotions that had been deliberately mobilized and returned to the state of Gujing without waves. Normal people don't know how to do it, but perceptual thinking does not affect his calm and rational mind, but only affects some of his body language, such as more natural facial expressions, which are sometimes convenient, but now he doesn't need them.

"It's planted!" Rajer covered his usual right arm, he was too greedy just now, if he didn't fire a second shot, he would definitely be able to avoid this bullet, but now, he can only bet that the gunman inside was also shot, and the right arm that was urgently pierced no longer lost blood quickly, but the pain continued to stimulate Rajer's nerves, "There is only one chance, baby." ”

The sound of footsteps, almost inaudible, was so obvious in the air at this time, the two loaded guns were shortening the distance little by little, and Rajel leaned against the wall and silently calculated the height, footsteps, and distance of the gunman inside—it was now!

Miscellaneous...... Is it?

"Whew!" cracked skulls, gray brains, and scarlet blood splattered on the walls and carpets, painted in a supreme painting of blood and violence.

This veteran who has experienced a rain of bullets finally died under the bullets.

Just because he thought that the correct position of the enemy was empty, with a dagger inserted into the wall and instantly borrowed force, Chu, who was almost attached to the ceiling, easily aimed at his head, and then fired.

"And then, it's you......"

Little John froze.

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"'Party Killer' Committed Crime Again, Police Named 'Thousand Faces' ......"