The man's jokes were obviously not very funny, but his attitude was really annoying, and he was no longer despising it, but insulting himself!

Do you feel like you have a chance to win with a broken gun on my head?

Even if the other party's ridicule was close to insult, Su Hao was always patient, like a reef in a tsunami, like a hill in a storm, stubborn, calm, tenacious, and unyielding.

It's not that he doesn't want to fight back, he just doesn't want to be sent to death senselessly. Because if this guy is stimulated too much and makes him perceive danger, then he will definitely not hesitate to pull the trigger on the street!

The other party stopped laughing, and with a slight push of the hand holding the gun, the muzzle of the gun stabbed Su Hao in the back of the head, which was signaling him to move forward.

He was using another naked humiliation to ignite Su Hao's anger little by little, but Su Hao silently suppressed his anger, because he knew very well that this guy couldn't be arrogant for too long, and only death greeted him.

Under the "signal" of the other party's gun, 10 minutes later, Su Hao was forced to enter a warehouse. There was a smell of rust, the temperature was extremely low, and there was even the occasional tinkling of water droplets falling in the depths of the warehouse, which was extremely harsh in the silence.

Su Hao breathed in the air here, and immediately coughed several times in a row, as if half of his lungs were filled with dust and rust. For a moment, he felt that what he was stepping on was not a warehouse at all, but a dead tomb, a cold graveyard.

The other party pulled the roller shutter door down, the moonlight was cut out, and the warehouse became a secret room. And when the switch was pressed and the old fluorescent tube above his head emitted a dim light, Su Hao was finally able to see the other party's face clearly.

The guy was white with the typical Mexican characteristics of Western stereotypes on his face, he was wearing a black hoodie, a pair of exaggerated sunglasses, and a victorious smile on his face, and he was clearly confident.

The man in sunglasses stood in front of Su Hao, keeping a safe distance not far away from him, in case he was snatched away from the gun empty-handed, and at the same time, the muzzle of the gun was also removed from Su Hao's head and moved to a more easily hit chest position...

In fact, for the Desert Eagle, as long as the target is humans, then no matter where it hits, there is only one result, which is death.

Seeing the man in sunglasses act like this, Su Hao's eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly.

This is life, although there is only a line, but at least the muzzle of the sand eagle is not directly on his head.

Don't forget, he's wearing a bulletproof vest!

Although the opportunity has appeared, it is still too slim, and at this time, wanting to seize it is tantamount to a moth to a fire, and waiting for the opportunity is one of Su Hao's best abilities, so he still maintains a surrender posture, motionless like a statue.

The man in sunglasses looked at Su Hao's hands that he had been holding, and the smile on his face became thicker, and he laughed loudly:

"There is a proverb in the East that calls those who know the times as Junjie, and it seems that you are very much in line with the Oriental standards for Junjie. But in case I don't get me wrong, throw away your backpack and keep surrendering. ”

Su Hao's face was gloomy, so he shrugged his shoulders, and the backpack immediately slipped to his feet, and was kicked away again.

He asked coldly:

"What exactly do you want?"

The man in sunglasses saw that Su Hao was so cooperative, so his vigilance relaxed a little. He raised his gun to Su Hao's chest while finding a dusty bench and sat down regardless of the dirt.

He crossed Erlang's legs for a long time, just like he often did when facing those unarmed civilians before becoming a contractor, and spit a mouthful of thick phlegm on Su Hao's legs, saying:

"I saw the whole process of the sacrifice ceremony in the monitoring room on the ground floor of the dance hall, and the final result of the sacrifice was a right arm of the demon. I wonder, where is that arm now? ”

Su Hao held back his anger and sneered:

"With me."

The man in sunglasses smiled:

"You're honest, do you know what's going to happen next?"

Su Hao gritted his teeth and said:

"I refuse, you kill me and take your arm away, I agree, you will still kill me and take your arm away."

The man in sunglasses nodded again and again, patted his legs and smiled:

"You're so smart that if you hand over that demon's right arm or not, you'll die. Do you know why I haven't killed you until now? ”

Su Hao looked at the man in sunglasses coldly and said:

"Because you and I are both contractors chosen by the Nightmare Space, you don't kill me, you want to grab more benefits from me."

The man in sunglasses laughed and said:

"You're too smart. Either way, you will die, but the process of death can be very fast or very long... Do you know what it's like to starve to death after having your spine broken? You'll stop at nothing to find something to eat, even if it's shoes, feces, or urine, and you'll be eager to stuff it into your stomach. I'll slow down the process of your death to at least 12 hours or more. ”

"Of course, as long as you cooperate and give me some benefits, then I will give you a good time!"

Along with the man in sunglasses' description of the death process, Su Hao looked at him quietly, his pupils slowly contracted, revealing a little hesitation and a trace of fear.

The man in sunglasses seemed to like Su Hao's frightened gaze, which gave him the feeling that he was playing with his prey, and the other party could only be manipulated and humiliated, and there was no room for resistance.

The fun of cat and mouse is nothing more than having fun before eating the mouse, and admiring its hopeless eyes before dying after the final struggle, isn't it?

The man in sunglasses stood up from his chair, changed his words, and asked:

"I ask you, what can you pay to give me a comfortable death?"

Su Hao stared at the man in sunglasses, and the fear in his eyes became stronger and stronger. The man in sunglasses looked into Su Hao's eyes with great interest, waiting for his answer.

At this time, perhaps because of the poor contact of the wiring, the old fluorescent tube overhead suddenly flickered and returned to normal. Under the cover of darkness at this moment, the corners of Su Hao's mouth on both sides of his mouth somehow slowly flowed out of two scarlet blood lines, and a weird smile bloomed at the same time.

The scarlet blood line and the raised corners of the mouth are outlined together, forming a terrifying smile, and the 8 teeth neatly exposed between the lip flaps are sticking to the bloodshot at the same time, this image makes the man in sunglasses think of a madman who likes to laugh for no reason...

Clown.

Of course, Su Hao will not be a clown, let alone someone else, he is Su Hao. But at gunpoint, why is he laughing? This left the man in sunglasses confused.

The Desert Eagle is aimed at your ribcage, you're dying, you're laughing? What the hell are you laughing at?

Or was he just bluffing and shaking his mind just to live a few more seconds?

Just when he was puzzled, Su Hao finally spoke:

"Is there enough of the pretend?"

As soon as the words fell, a black mist immediately burst out of Su Hao's backpack, and a huge scythe poked out of the mist, screaming, and his blood-colored eyes loomed in the black mist, like a drop of blood!

The scythe slashed through the flying dust, and the cold light of the knife almost drowned out the light, and the cold killing intent began to permeate, sweeping the entire warehouse in an instant. At this moment, the two of them seemed to be really in the tomb, and what they could breathe was real death.

Life under the sickle, death under the sickle.

Su Hao finally waited for the opportunity and summoned the second Scythe of Slaughter!