Chapter 1021 Execution Department
"I should have killed you directly back then." The middle-aged man unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and rolled up the cuffs, revealing his scarred wrists, "Today I will Make up for your previous mistakes."
Hearing this, Zhou Jinwu's corpse smiled even more exaggeratedly, his eyes hanging upwards strangely, revealing large whites of his eyes, "Mr. Minister, you are really disgusting. Don’t cry when you see the coffin. Do you still think it was back then? Now I am also an S-level person. Today... I will dig out the door from your body!”
Before he finished speaking, he rushed out from the end of the corridor! Several figures, including guards with stiff expressions, and smartly dressed women with short hair... These people, like Zhou Jinwu, were made into puppets, and they were rushing toward the middle-aged man with strange steps.
"Hehehehe..."
Without any further hesitation, the middle-aged man suddenly pulled out a pistol from his arms.
It is an old-fashioned revolver with a terrifyingly large caliber and a badly worn ivory handle.
“Bang!”
The gun flame ejected from the muzzle instantly illuminated the man’s stern face. The bullet with huge kinetic energy did not fly towards the puppet rushing towards him, but As if the shot missed, it flew towards the ceiling in the distance.
With a scream, a figure fell from the dark ceiling.
He was a thin, stooped guy, wearing colorful clothes like those worn by street jugglers in the old days.
Beside him, half of his arm was missing.
Of course, the guy who was the puppet master huddled up, holding his broken arm and shouting for help in pain. This large-caliber bullet directly tore his limbs. If he hadn't reacted quickly, this shot would have hit his head. burst.
After the puppet master was seriously injured, all the puppets lost control and fell to the ground one after another. Without thinking, the middle-aged man shot the puppet master again in the head.
The puppet master's face became distorted, and time seemed to be infinitely slowed down at this moment, and the trajectory of the warhead could even be seen clearly.
The middle-aged man suddenly frowned.
It’s not what it seems, it’s true!
But it was not time that was slowed down, but his movements and the speed of the warhead.
There was an invisible resistance hindering them, as if the whole person was submerged in water.
At the same time, a disembodied singing sound came, and the location could not be distinguished at all. The strange singing seemed to come from all directions.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, a piece of black cloth suddenly appeared next to the puppet master, and a man jumped out of the black cloth, wearing a black top hat, a tuxedo, a white shirt underneath, white leather shoes, and a scepter hooked in his hand.
The man dressed as a magician picked up the black cloth and wrapped it around the puppeteer, and tapped it lightly with the scepter. The next second, the bullet came as promised, instantly tearing the black cloth and the person inside, a huge impact The force even pushed the person a few meters away, and a large blood flower bloomed on the ground.
The person inside had his head smashed as expected, but the important thing is that the person inside was not the puppet master at all, but another, tall person!
After doing all this, the magician bowed slightly to the middle-aged man and made a curtain call. He raised his head and revealed a pale and sickly face, "Mr. Minister, how are you doing recently?" "The magician swung the scepter in his hand, "We people... can I’m looking forward to your death every day!”
The middle-aged man looked at the strange man in front of him calmly. This man was also his acquaintance, nicknamed the Magician, and was a madman who took pleasure in killing. Followers of the Red Extreme, using the name of Crimson to cause trouble everywhere.
Like the Puppet Master, he caught him with his own hands and sent him to prison.
“Now that you are here, don’t hide.” The middle-aged man stood up straight and said, “Come out!”
“Ah, the slave family has been discovered, hehehe... "A burst of muffled laughter rippled like water waves, and a woman wearing a gauze dress with straps slowly stepped out from behind the corridor wall.
The woman has a delicate appearance and a moving figure. Her exposed skin is white and gleaming, and her charming eyes are even more captivating.
Seeing the middle-aged man looking at her, the woman stood still, bowed and saluted, "The slave family has met the minister. Has the minister smelled the butterfly-inducing fragrance on the slave family?"
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"Oh, you slut, you still smell the fragrance of butterflies. It's time to cover up the body odor on your body!" A rough man with a knife came out from behind the middle-aged man, spat on the ground and said in a loud voice: " The minister clearly smelled my sword. The smell of blood!"
"We have to finish our work when we have time to talk, hurry up, this is the headquarters of the execution department after all!" Another cold voice said, no one was seen, only a blur. The figure remains on the wall.
“I finally got out, why are you so disappointing!” The rough man with the knife pulled off the machete from his back, and the blade was densely covered with tooth marks.
"Puppet master, magician, dancer, sword demon..." The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the illusory shadow on the wall, and said emphatically: "And you, singer, you... are all here. .”
The sword demon waved the sword in his hand. , with a face full of blood-devouring fanaticism, two copper bell-like eyes bulging out, densely covered with bloodshot eyes, "If it weren't for you back then, we wouldn't have ended up like that. Today, I will take your life." Sacrifice me this knife!”
The magician said with a sinister smile: "Don't you like to collect the enemy's weapons, Sword Demon? This is the Minister of the Execution Department, and his gun is of great significance."
Looking at the middle-aged man's hand With the silver gun in hand, the fanaticism in the sword demon's eyes retreated slightly, and he turned to the magician and cursed: "Fuck you bastard, don't you just want me to be the first to fight him, and then you want to take advantage of the last one, I tell you, don't even think about that little trick of yours You can’t fool me!”
“I want you all to come together!” The sword demon waved his sword, pointing the blade at the middle-aged man.
"But we are also S-class after all. Five of us beat the minister alone. How unpleasant it would be to spread the news!" The dancer's soft and boneless waist twisted, but the smile on her face betrayed what she was thinking. .
"Jie Jie Jie..." the magician smiled wildly and tapped the ground with his scepter. "Everyone, listen to me. I have a good idea. Today we will remove all the objects in this building. Wouldn’t it be better if everyone was killed? The dead... will never spread the news about this place!”
"Hurry up!" The puppet master hiding at the end, enduring the pain, urged sternly. Looking at the severed arm not far away, he wished he could chop the middle-aged man alive.
"Why are you so anxious! You have endured it for decades, and you still care about a few minutes now?!"
The magician was a little impatient after being urged repeatedly. He was enjoying the current situation. It reminded him of the time when he was cornered by a middle-aged man. What a turn of events!
The puppet master was about to argue, but thinking of his current situation, he wisely chose to shut up.
The magician turned to the middle-aged man and showed a sarcastic smile. He narrowed his eyes slightly. As he walked, the heels of his leather shoes hit the ground with a very loud clicking sound, "Let me guess. …Our minister is now What are you thinking about?" He said in a long voice, "Ah, I guessed it. The minister must be thinking of stalling for time, and then waiting for his good brother Gong Zhe to come down from the sky and save him like a savior, right?" br>
The magician's expression became even more exaggerated. At this moment, the morbidity and madness were clearly displayed on his body, "But my dear Minister, I regret to inform you that Gong Zhe, please don't wait any longer, he won't come." ”
“Because he didn’t receive your message at all!”
“Can’t you figure it out?” The magician pretended to be surprised, as if he was in a stage play. Monologue, "Hehehe, because your deputy minister betrayed you!"
"Mr. Wu Houde! He knows current affairs better than you. We can all stand here today thanks to Mr. Wu driving Bring us in, otherwise..." The magician smiled and said, "It's really a troublesome thing!"
"Traitors will not end well," the middle-aged man said calmly.
While the magician was speaking, his eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man's face. However, after realizing that the middle-aged man's face did not have the expression he wanted, his face became distorted.
What he wants is for middle-aged people to be afraid, and even beg them to let him go, just like... what he did back then.
"Mr. Minister." The magician threatened: "Don't you have anything to say? We...will send you on your way."
"Have a pleasant journey." Middle-aged man He raised the muzzle of the gun, pointed it at the magician and pulled the trigger.
Faced with this pistol that can be called a nightmare, the magician was so frightened that he couldn't stop himself. He immediately buckled the black cloak around his body. In the next moment, the cloak lost its support and fell to the ground, while the person inside Disappeared into thin air.
The magician who reappeared not far away was breathing heavily, and a strange blush appeared on his pale face.
I was angry, anxious and angry, because the middle-aged man didn’t shoot at all!
“Trash.” The middle-aged man shook his head.
"Come together!"
This time the magician roared, his slender voice broke, and he aimed at the middle-aged man and threw out a few playing cards, and then immediately pulled out the power Staff, rushed towards the middle-aged man.
Not to be outdone, the sword demon waved the sword in his hand. The blade seemed to have some strange connection with the sword demon, and it actually made a buzzing sound.
"Oh, stop fighting, you're scaring the slave family..." The dancing girl showed a weird smile, then stared at the middle-aged man, and began to dance, her pair of light chestnut soft and weak eyes turned into The color is lavender, and the brilliance inside is flowing, very coquettish.
As the dancer twisted, a pair of soft and boneless slender hands actually stretched out from the middle-aged man's back, and then touched his cheek, eyebrows, chest, and a few very... He touched it down dishonestly.
The middle-aged man was unmoved. He first ducked sideways to avoid a few poker cards that came at him like sharp blades, then turned around and aimed a clean shot at the sword demon.
The sword demon couldn't dodge, so he could only block it with his sword. The bullet hit the blade and caused sparks from friction. The huge kinetic energy forced the sword demon back. Then he punched out hard, hitting the magic weapon on Qi's body. Home Chest.
This punch penetrated the thin magician without any suspense, but what was incredible was that not a trace of blood flowed out. The magician smiled strangely at the middle-aged man, and his body exploded instantly, turning into countless playing cards. Flying.
The cards were as sharp as blades, and they cut the middle-aged man’s cheek and body as they fell.
A black cloak appeared behind the middle-aged man, and then the magician jumped out, raised his scepter, aimed it at the man's shoulder and smashed it down, "Go to hell!"
The middle-aged man reacted extremely Quickly, just as he was about to dodge, someone suddenly jumped from the ceiling, opened his arms and hugged him tightly. In desperation, the man turned sideways and used the person hugging him to resist the magician's attack.
A seemingly light scepter suddenly shattered when it touched the body, revealing a slender three-edged knife inside. The blade directly cut off the body of the man holding the man, and then cut Injured the man's arm.
The middle-aged man flew up and kicked the magician backwards, causing a mouthful of blood to spurt out.
"Hey hey hey..." The puppet master controlling the puppet with one hand looked ferocious, "Don't ignore me, Mr. Minister, let me take you on your way too!"
Ethereal chanting The sound sounded again, but this time the distance was very close. A blurry figure appeared beside the middle-aged man. Huge resistance pressed down like a mountain, giving the middle-aged man no chance to breathe.
The middle-aged man's body suddenly became heavy. If it was immersed in water before, then this time, it was immersed in glue.
Even raising your arms seems to be slowing down.
"Now!"
After the dancer screamed sharply, countless slender hands came out, layer upon layer, to cover the middle-aged man's eyes, and even covered his entire face. submerged.
The Sword Demon, who had been waiting for the opportunity for a long time, suddenly jumped up, brandished the big knife in his hand, and aimed at the restrained middle-aged man to chop it down.
“Bang!”
The middle-aged man finally broke through the shackles of resistance, raised the muzzle of his gun, aimed at the position of the singer in his consciousness, and fired blindly.
At such a close distance, the huge kinetic energy accurately hit the illusory figure's body, tearing him apart directly. The two bodies flew backwards and hit the wall, with blood splattering everywhere.
At this moment, the high-level disciple named Singer revealed his true face.
It was an old man with white hair, wearing a Tai Chi suit. At this moment, the old man's face was full of disbelief. It seemed that he couldn't understand why he was the one who died.
Obviously his ability to protect himself is the strongest among these people.
“Pfft!”
Another stream of blood spurted out and splashed onto the ceiling. A human head spun in mid-air with inertia, then rolled to the ground and stopped until it hit the wall.
The sword demon gasped and raised his ghost-headed sword. In front of him was a headless corpse. The corpse was still holding a pistol with white smoke from the muzzle. .
“Fuck!” The sword demon spat at the head and said viciously: “Damn, this guy really has two brushes. If the singer hadn’t been able to limit his abilities, I’m afraid we wouldn’t be here today. Kill people."
The magician, clutching his chest and with blood at the corner of his mouth, walked over. First he kicked the middle-aged man’s body hard, and then threw out a white handkerchief. The handkerchief turned wider and wider until it finally covered it. The corpse of a middle-aged man.
On the other side, the short and wretched puppet master grabbed the human head on the ground. (End of chapter)