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Yes, it's all the same when you're dead. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Gary continued, "If we don't see his murder clearly, to be honest, we have no chance of winning tonight. ”

After saying this, old Gary was silent. Mark just silently followed him.

The top floor was very similar to Gary's imagination, this bastard was the kind of house he liked, and the structure was about the same. Walk out of the long hallway, and in front of you is a double-open door. The closer you get, the louder the movement becomes.

Mark quickened his pace and overtook Gary Sr., who was in hot pursuit, the sound of footsteps echoing through the empty dome despite their best efforts. He pushed the door open, and in front of him was a platform enclosed by a metal railing, flanked by marble staircases that curved down in a semi-arc to the left and right.

There was a sound of metal striking downstairs, and it sounded like a fight.

Mark was about to rush down, but Gary Sr. stopped him. As he crouched down, he pulled Marck hard, and he pointed with two fingers to his eyes, then to the bottom of the platform.

He thought to himself: Gary is actually right to work hard, and his impulsiveness now is a bad thing.

Mark crouched down, approached the railing, and looked down.

The room is spectacular, with huge black lacquered wood pillars adorned with red rings, crowned by a statue of an Egyptian goddess with a red crown, like Cleopatra's Cleopatra. Unlike the huge and ornate crystal chandelier downstairs, an extremely simple chandelier hangs in the center of the roof, with four small candle-shaped bulbs on it, illuminating the room. The dark gray walls are decorated with a circle of taxidermy deer, sika deer, gazelles, caribou...... It has everything and it shows how experienced the owner is. On the floor under the chandelier stands a huge glass conservatory with a triangular roof, filled with unique plants. There is only one window in this room, in front of which is a stargazing telescope, a single leather sofa, a small coffee table diagonally behind the sofa, on which is placed a black gramophone amplifier horn, in which a violin music floats, next to it is a brown wooden frame embedded in glass, in which are placed very precious butterfly specimens, large and small, a total of twenty, and on the other wall there is a brown leather sofa......

Two of the most striking features of Victorian architecture are luxurious and sophisticated, and exotic. Since the old house has been renovated, the furniture and ornaments in the house have been moved into the warehouse, and the house is empty, so it does not look so luxurious. Even so, you can see a thing or two from the pretentious crystal chandeliers. The current room was built by the original owner, Allen, and is called the "Egyptian Room", which is exactly the embodiment of the full "exoticism".

After changing hands several times, it was the Egyptian room that had been carefully rearranged by the new owner. Cheap wooden chairs, overly fancy tapestry, and golden, cheesy statues of the shrine were removed. Those who can stay in the room are boutiques.

Of course, if you ignore the blood splattered on the ceiling and walls, the stumps and severed arms scattered on the floor, and the chunks of offal hanging from the crystal glass conservatory, the room doesn't seem to have such a strong sense of disobedience.

Mark's gaze fell on the killer. Surprisingly, his appearance did not match his bad reputation, but instead he appeared very mild-mannered, ordinary in appearance but very kind, like a professor or a clerk in a university. By this time he had taken off his tuxedo jacket and was wearing only a white shirt with the bow untied and hanging at the collar. The sleeves of his arms were rolled up to his elbows, and he was empty-handed, unarmed, and not stained with a trace of blood.

The killer is like a prey surrounded by a pack of hungry and ferocious coyotes.

Mark remembers that there is a saying in Chinese that Chris taught him: "People must not look good," and another is Sun Tzu's Art of War, "Know yourself and know your opponent, and you will not be defeated in a hundred battles." "He's set his mind down, and now it's all about finding out where his opponent is weak.

Speaking of finding weaknesses, someone downstairs is already doing it.

The killer was surrounded by several people in the middle. They had already lost most of their men, and there were only three or four good ones left, but all of them were in good shape, and some were extremely badly injured. However, none of them flinched, because in the face of such a terrible monster, there was not much chance of advancing or retreating, so it was better to show the courage to fight to the death and fight with it.

Someone picked up an iron rod and rushed up from the side.

The killer's left hand habitually swung in the air.

Mark was shocked to find that the man had been slashed away with iron rods in both hands. His heart shook: can the other party hurt people in the air? Is it really as Alexandra predicted, he can kill people with his mind?

The man who lost his hands did not flinch, he endured the severe pain and rushed towards the killer. The other two men also attacked at the same time, apparently out of bounds, one picking up an iron rod and the other holding a Japanese sword, and slashing at the killer's head. It's a pity that the airflow changed drastically in their path, and it looked like something was flying in the empty place.

Before the two men could scream, they were struck by an invisible force. The body was dismantled by an invisible blade, the skin was opened, the head was broken and the blood flowed, as if it had been put into a "meat grinder", just a moment of effort, accompanied by the blood splashed, turned into scattered pieces of minced meat. The man who had lost his hands was slammed to the ground, and he crawled forward with his elbows propped up, and suddenly a horseshoe-shaped black hole was ripped out of his back, deep enough to see his internal organs, and when the vacuum pressure was subtracted, blood gushed from the hole.

Truth be told, the killer didn't take them seriously, his eyes kept looking away, always on the lookout. When the man with the severed hand crawled closer, two figures, one black and one white, rushed to the killer's side.

Mark can see clearly, the man in the white robe is the famous "ghost" Tsuchiya of the Yamaguchi Group, he is tall and big, he is a master of karate black belt, and he is known for daring to kill and fight aggressively in the Yamamoto Group, and that face is also very in line with his personality, with a ligature eyebrow, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and a fierce-looking Hercules. Tsuchiya used a long Japanese knife, and a small knife was pinned to the belt of his waist.

The middle-aged man in a black kung fu suit, thin and small, with dark skin, a typical Sichuan man's appearance, he is the deputy of the cannon boy, because he usually wears a black cotton silk kung fu suit, and loves to hunchback and is nicknamed "black shrimp".

The "ghost" approached like crazy.

The killer slowly raised the palm of his left hand, and he struck out suddenly, a lightning force towards the earthen house.

Tsuchiya let out a loud shout, holding the sword alof, and waved his arm continuously, the blade as if it had touched something sharp, and a little spark was rubbed in the air. There was a bloody mark on his arm, and the blood stained the white robe, which was very dazzling red.

When Tsuchiya went on a rampage and charged from the front, the "Black Shrimp" was extremely fast, and he had already circled to the front. He secretly said in his heart: The two gangs have sacrificed dozens of people in total, and they must not miss this time. Be sure to avenge Big Brother Gunboy!

They already knew that the monster in front of them was far superior to them, but they had put life and death aside and continued to pounce on it with all their might.

"Black Shrimp" uses a Wing Chun butterfly double knife with copper gauntlets, and what he is best at is close combat.

Although the killer's attention was entirely focused on the long knife of the "ghost", he caught a glimpse of the thin figure out of the corner of his eye. The speed of the other party surprised him, and there was a trace of panic in an instant, but a strong anger immediately rose: these Chinese who know martial arts are really annoying, and this little man is extremely agile, and he came to him in a blink of an eye, which has not happened for many years.

His wrist trembled slightly, and his outstretched little finger swiped diagonally.

It has been said that people who have been trained in martial arts for a long time often react beyond the instinct of ordinary people when faced with sudden violence and imminent death.

Black Shrimp suddenly fell down, but still felt something cut through his shoulder like a blade, cutting all the way to his upper arm bone without any hindrance.

He grunted in pain. He even heard the screeching sound of a metal object scraping against a bone, and the sharp pain was transmitted throughout his body through the neural network of his brain.

For the black shrimp at the moment, this is nothing at all. He didn't care about the pain at all.

The killer saw that the little man was hit one after another, but he did not hesitate, and pounced on him as if he had lost his mind.

He stepped back, only to find something under his feet. When I looked down, it turned out to be the man with broken hands, and I don't know when he crawled over and hugged one of his legs with his stump arm.

At this moment, the little man brandished two short knives and slashed at his chest and abdomen, and at the same time, the big man with the Japanese sword had already killed.

Mark's heart was shocked, and he unconsciously stood up. Alexandra also mentioned that the killers are the main force of the so-called "Red Battalion", and their abilities are very different from those of the "Green Battalion". If you think so, there should be something in common between them. He remembered how he had fought Mina's strange hands. Judging from the killer's several shots just now, no matter which cut and injured the opponent, there are actually traces to follow, and then think about the corpse in the hall downstairs, several wounds of different shapes on his body must be related to the way he shot.

What if he wanted to make his attack similar to Mina's?

At this time, the demon rushed over, although he could not comprehend as deep as Mark, but he believed that the other party would definitely attack the black shrimp, he fought hard, let out a roar like a beast, and waved the long knife in his hand, many of his opponents were frightened by this momentum.

The killer snorted coldly, he had seen too many people who were so reckless and impulsive, don't think that you can take advantage of it by getting close? There was a gangster killer who had hit this idea before, and he almost succeeded. After that lesson, he realized that he had such a fatal flaw, and if he could still be easily approached, it would be a joke.

The rhythm of the music in the loudspeakers gradually became soothing, and the echoes in the house were stirring.

Black Shrimp was the closest, so he was the first to hear the sound of the wind breaking in the strings. Just out of instinct, the black shrimp does its best to protect the throat, chest and abdomen, the most important parts of the body. He pressed his chin hard against his neck and chest, his body tightened as much as he could, and as he dodged sideways, he was hit in the other shoulder again, and a new pain came, but this time the blade only grazed his skin, and the wound was not deep.

However, this was not the first time, and one after another invisible blades slashed over.

Mark suddenly felt as if time had slowed down, and everything seemed to be slowing down. He still couldn't see the "sharp weapon" sent by the killer, but the air flow in the air changed strongly, whirring. He tried to close his eyes and use his brain to draw an illusion. A huge black figure in a black cloak, wielding a giant scythe. Hidden under the fluttering black cloak was a silver glowing blade, the black cloak as if waved by a matador, first slashed over the shoulder of the black shrimp, although he lowered his head to dodge, but wisps of blood spilled with the trend of the cloak.

Next, the invisible scythe slashed horizontally towards the Devil.

The ghostly knife was slammed, the blade slicing through the middle, his eyes widened, and Mark could even see his panicked expression, his pupils dilated for a moment. The severed section of the knife was hit several times in the air before landing in a corner. The devil's mistake was to hold all the strength of his body on the handle of the knife, and when he was attacked vigorously, he not only felt that his arm was numb, but also had several bloody cuts on it, and for a while his body lost its balance, and he fell forward. In front of him was the crystal glass greenhouse planted with greenery. The only thing he could do was stand up with his elbows over his face. He slammed into the glass room, and with the sound of the glass shattering, he heard some kind of cracking sound from his body, and several ribs were broken, and he gasped in pain, groaning and falling to the ground, almost losing consciousness.

The attack didn't end, the edge of the Grim Reaper's cloak split into spikes and stabbed at the severed man who was holding the killer's leg.

The man screamed in pain. Struggling to crawl, but not moving much.

He was stabbed and stabbed, I don't know how many, until he was completely skinless, and blood gushed out like a spring. The black shrimp in the vicinity could even hear the "poof" of the blade as it pulled out of the muscle.

Mark even felt hallucinating, he saw those pulled out spikes, suddenly turned into countless small bats to entangle and wrap people, in the blink of an eye, the severed hand man was devoured, the whole person seemed to be broken up into blood foam by a high-speed garbage processor, turned into a pool of blood.

A voice chuckled, and Mark felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

As the battle progressed, the violin music had long since ended, and the room was extremely quiet except for the arrogant laughter of the killer.

The kind of dead silence that people can't like.

Gary heard it immediately. Twenty years ago, he had heard this man's voice so impress him, that a special area of the cerebral cortex stored a stress response - the signal to activate the escape from the crisis was transmitted throughout the body, and all the muscles in the body tensed, and he wanted to escape.

Gary looked at the killer in front of him, and the shadow of the past once again passed over his mind. (To be continued.) )