Looking at the scene in front of him, Ethan shook his head.

Every year, I don't know how many people go missing, and many people leave this world quietly.

Killing people for the sake of profit, or hatred, these Ethan can understand.

But Gramm's is completely a pathological torture,

Ethan tightened Martin's hand and whispered to him:

"How much longer?"

"Front, freezer."

Martin reached out and pointed forward, and he shuddered as he mentioned the freezer.

Just then, a roar rang out from the corner.

"You damn bastard, give Martin back to me."

Ethan heard the sound and quickly turned around and protected Martin behind him, holding a gun to the place where the sound came from.

"Gramm, did you finally come out, you rat?"

In the distance, in a corner, a pale-faced Gram slowly stepped out of the shadows.

He was dressed in an old overalls and denim suit, with strips of cloth haphazardly bandaged above his arms, and Gram was holding a double-barreled shotgun aimed in Ethan's direction.

"Why did you come here to break our peace, Martin is the chosen one, let Martin go."

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Ethan tries to get more clues.

Gram slammed his head against the pillar next to him, and with a "thud", a wisp of blood flowed from his forehead.

"Shet, do you see that? It hurts. ”

Graham continues:

"You're going to hurt too, why don't you try it?"

"You're insane."

Ethan grabbed the gun with one hand, and reached behind his other hand and shook it, motioning for Martin to dodge.

Then he took a few steps forward, trying to get closer to Gramm, looking for an opportunity to engage him.

"No, you don't understand, Martin is the chosen one, he doesn't feel pain, it's the chosen one, and under my teaching, he will do my business better."

Gram roared with a look of incomprehension, and then suddenly calmed down.

He tilted his head sideways and smiled behind Ethan, and said with satisfaction:

"You'll understand what I mean now."

Ethan was horrified by his strange behavior, and subconsciously looked behind him with his gaze.

Martin, who should have been far away, was following Ethan closely behind at this time.

When he saw Ethan turn around, he smiled at Ethan, and the blade in his hand flashed with cold light.

The next moment, the blade in Martin's hand sank deep into Ethan's thigh.

The sharp pain almost made Ethan's scalp explode, and Martin's skillful movement was obviously not the first time he had done it.

Reflexively, Ethan's hand holding the gun slammed back.

The fist slammed into Martin's face with the hilt of the gun, and with great force, Martin was thrown straight into the air and slammed into the table behind him.

Don't talk about Martin, even an ordinary man has to be paralyzed by Ethan's shot like this.

To Ethan's surprise, Martin quickly got up and ran towards Gram as if nothing was right.

Graham seized the opportunity to rush out at this time, and the double-barreled shotgun in his hand spewed sparks at the same time.

Ethan reacted quickly and flew to the side.

The table behind him was hit by Gramm, and the table top exploded, and the knives on it flew off.

As he pounced, Ethan roared and pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang..."

Under the dense gunfire, Martin's body went limp, and he fell to the ground.

"Don't..."

Seeing Martin fall to the ground, Gram frantically threw away his shotgun and pulled out a huge iron hook from behind and charged at Ethan.

Ethan fell to the ground at the same time, and the Glock in his hand hung up.

The last bullet in the magazine shot out at a rapid pace and landed on Gramm's left shoulder.

Graham froze, then continued to rush like a beast.

I saw him wave his right hand vigorously, and the iron hook whistled and fell.

Ethan bursts with adrenaline, gritting his teeth and throwing Glock away.

Grabbing the short knife inserted in the back of his thigh, he pulled it out hard, and a stream of blood came out.

Then he flipped over, and the tip of the hook landed in his ear, striking the concrete floor, splashing sparks.

After dodging the iron hook, Ethan swung the short knife in his hand forward.

The blade slashed through Gram's ankle, bringing up a wisp of blood, and Gram jumped up in pain, and the iron hook in his hand was thrown out with all his might.

Ethan rolled on the ground a few more times, and the hook hit the ground and sparked.

Gram looked at the machete that was splashed on the ground next to him, and quickly jumped over to pick it up.

Ethan didn't give him another chance, dragging his injured leg and getting up.

He endured the pain and rushed forward, slamming into Gram viciously, knocking him directly to the ground.

The next moment, the arm was raised high.

Gram, who was crushed underneath, reached forward with all his might, trying to touch the machete in front of him.

The cold light fell, and his palm was instantly nailed.

Graham struggled violently like a prawn thrown into a hot pan, but was crushed by Ethan's hand around his neck.

"You like to play this kind of game, don't you?"

Ethan leaned into Gram's ear and yelled, then the hand holding the dagger turned slowly, rattling the bones of Gram's hand.

Gram slammed his head on the ground in pain, and his face was covered in dust and sweat.

"If you like to play, I'll play with you."

Ethan pulled out the short knife again, and the tip of the knife had been broken by the force just now, but it didn't affect it to reinsert it into the palm of his hand.

Gram screamed again, trying to get up.

Ethan freed his hand, grabbed Graham by the hair and slammed him to the ground.

After knocking him into a daze, Ethan got off top of him and grabbed Gramm's clothes with a pair of large hands.

I saw that his waist and abdomen were straining, his face was red, and the green tendons on his neck were rising, and then he roared angrily and lifted Gram up.

"What do you want, don't."

"Don't do it, I'm willing to turn myself in."

Gram, who was held up in the air, looked at what was in front of him and howled in horror.

"Turn yourself in with the girls you tortured and killed."

Ethan shouted, threw Gram forward with his arms.

There was a muffled "poof", and Gram was firmly hung on an iron hook suspended in mid-air.

The sharp hook tip slid straight into his jaw, and Gram's limbs shook violently, trying to break free, but he couldn't.

There was a meaningless gurgling sound from his mouth, and blood was dripping down his face.

Ethan collapsed to the ground and began to breathe heavily.

After a while, he struggled to his feet.

Ethan lit a cigarette and smoked it as he took out a tourniquet from his duty belt and tied it to his thigh.

Standing up on the ground, Ethan wiped off his sweat and dragged his injured leg to Martin's side.

Looking at Martin lying on the ground, Ethan flicked the ash of his cigarette and sighed heavily.

Regardless of the mid-air next to him, Gram was still weakly kicking his legs.

He staggered to pick up Glock and load it into the spare magazine, then walked in the direction Martin had pointed.

After turning another corner, there was a small staircase going down.

Ethan jumped down the stairs to a thick iron door with a small glass window on it.

Through the glass window, Blake, in a shorts vest, could be seen curled up in the corner of the freezer, her little face pale and shivering.

Ethan slammed the iron door with his fist several times, and the sound of the iron door shaking caught Blake's attention.

She looked up in horror in the icy and terrifying freezer.

What I saw was Ethan's sunny smiling face.

Sage Time

(End of chapter)