408: Chapter 244: Massacre, Unexpected Visitor (May Monthly Ticket Bonus 1)_2 408: Chapter 244: Massacre, Unexpected Visitor (May Monthly Ticket Bonus 1)_2 The attack had only just occurred, and she had already received the news.
Even if the attacker knew of this place and rushed over, it would take at least seven or eight minutes.
Not to ntion, they still had to interrogate for the address.
Her worst-case scenario was that the enemy would arrive within fifteen minutes.
That was enough ti for her to turn this place into another trap.
But now, only five minutes had passed!
Five minutes!
After initiating the attack, they had interrogated and found out the address of this place, from the hotel casino to the transportation factory seven or eight kiloters away.
This was absurd!
Sudan, her neck being clenched, remained calm with difficulty, “There is a self-destruct device here, and my life is the trigger.
There are more than thirty specialized, professional rcenaries around.
You won’t be able to leave even if you kill !”
The various weapons of the surrounding crowd were already aid in this direction.
“Oh!”
In front of everyone, Brian viciously ripped the clothes from Sudan’s body.
He flicked his fingernail:
“I originally just wanted to send you off simply.
But you’ve made very embarrassed!
Why can’t you cooperate?
Ms.
Sudan?
Why must you force to turn an assassination into a violent ho invasion massacre?
Do you know how your uncle died?
I sliced open his skin along his neck, then I rubbed it and skillfully separated the skin from the flesh until it all ca off like removing clothes with a shake of his feet…”
Sniffing the stench coming from his fingertips, Sudan’s pupils dilated to their fullest.
A foul sll emanated from her lower body.
She had been scared to pee herself.
Cruel people aren’t necessarily brave.
They can be cruel to others, but when that cruelty cos upon themselves, they could beco even more frightened and insane.
The reason is simple.
They have seen too many miserable people struggle before death.
So, without even experiencing it, they start to imagine, scaring themselves.
Brian was not joking.
In front of all the guards and gang mbers, he sliced open Sudan’s neck skin and, amidst her shrill screams, he ticulously crushed the adhesive tissue between her skin and flesh bit by bit…
The scene was unbelievably cruel and horrifying.
Sudan passed out from the pain, then woke screaming for soone to kill her.
The guards recovered and soone actually fired a shot.
Brian then tossed Sudan into the air and disappeared from everyone’s sight.
When their eyes finally caught the figure,
He had already appeared before the guard who had shot, placed his hand on the man’s head, and harshly yanked—
Rip.
An entire spine, connected to the head, lay tossed on the ground.
The sight was chilling.
Watching their comrade’s body, now devoid of spine and head, beco a human fountain, these oft-malicious gunn swore they had witnessed the true arrival of Satan!
Brian’s figure flickered and reappeared ten ters away, catching Sudan again in his hands.
He smiled at the guards, “I don’t like being disturbed while I work, so can we keep it quiet, alright?”
“Monster!”
Soone scread and threw down their gun, attempting to run away.
The next mont,
Sudan’s groggy body took flight again…
The sa scene replayed.
These elites didn’t even see Brian’s movents before another wriggling spine and head appeared on the ground.
The fleeing body maintained its pace for a few steps before crashing heavily to the ground.
They truly were the skilled forces trained by Sudan at great expense.
But in front of such a monster, they were as fragile as small children bullied by bigger kids, only capable of hiding in their mother’s arms and crying.
This ti, Brian didn’t need to remind them again.
With the guards as witnesses,
Brian slowly followed the previously described process, peeling off the skin of Sudan, who had gone through threats, pleading, and insults.
The guards watched as their leader writhed on the ground, turning into a lump of flesh.
Brian distastefully tossed the remnants in front of Sudan, took out a bag of salt bought from a convenience store on the way, and applied it evenly to her body.
He whispered soothingly, “It hurts, doesn’t it?
The people who have lost their children, fathers, wives, mothers—they hurt even more inside.
I’ve always despised human traffickers the most.”
“Ah ah ah~”
Sudan clawed at her own skin, writhing and screaming on the ground.
Tears stread down, turning into blood and tears spattered everywhere.
To live was worse than death, that was her current state.
After several minutes of screaming,
Her pupils beca fixed, no longer struggling.
At the sa ti, a warm flow surged through Brian’s body.
The obsession of the third-robed figure had been fulfilled!
Brian glanced at the blood and flesh on the ground, knowing she had died from the pain.
It turned out.
There was no self-destruction device after all.
Even if there had been one, Brian wouldn’t care.
Ordinary high explosives, unless in a confined space, would find it hard to kill him with the units of Gift he had.
Slling the blood in the air.
Brian turned his gaze to the guards who were so frightened their legs gave out.
These people were not innocent.
Now that he was here.
Might as well kill them all!
And those patrolling gangsters outside.
Wipe them all out!
Every single one!
Human traffickers deserve to die!
After a full thirty to forty minutes, Brian, still reeking of a blood scent that would not dissipate, watched as a group of rescued “goods” ran away before turning and leaving.
Reviews
All reviews (0)