The robber pretending to be a homeless man didn't even have a chance to breathe and call for help, and soon saw death in the darkness.

The two accomplices behind him were also stunned by fright. It took them three seconds to come to their senses and realize that now was not the time to be in a daze.

As the saying goes, either you die or I die.

Song Hao turned around and said: "Give you a chance. If you put down the ax now, maybe I can consider leaving a whole body for you."

"Keep your mother's whole body!"

One of the furious robbers strode towards him, and the pressure was quite strong.

As a fat man with overflowing grease, he tried to use his weight to pin Song Hao down until he suffocated.

Who would have thought that before he even got close to him, the other party would disappear in front of his eyes like a ghost, and the darkness would affect his vision.

Where are the people?

His bloated body suddenly stopped, and he looked around with a blank expression, feeling that the silence in the air was terrifying.

"Watch your back."

"What?"

With the reminder from his companions echoing behind him, he instinctively wanted to avoid it, but it was too late, and he felt a sharp pain in his ankle.

It turned out that Song Hao was a sprinter with quick eyes and quick hands, and he quickly cut off his meridians with the golden dagger tied to his calf.

You know, putting this sharp blade on human flesh is like enjoying the silky smoothness.

"Damn, it hurts!"

Seeing the robber, who was about 1.8 meters tall, kneeling on his knees and wailing like a fat pig, Song Hao shook off the blood on the blade.

What's the point of killing a chicken with a bull's knife!

Then he looked at another accomplice who didn't dare to move without a trace of mercy: "By the way, do you want to see how the Indians executed the traitors?"

After that, he restrained the man's flailing hands with his strong thigh muscles and pulled up his hair with his hands.

Black congestion oozing from the deep layers of the scalp is vaguely visible, mixed in the hair.

It must be painful...

"They will first hang the traitor high, then take off his clothes and return to his purest natural appearance."

"Wait until someone feels fear in their heart, like now..."

In an instant, before the robber, who had completely lost his mind, could even react, a line of blood appeared on his companion's neck.

With the sound of sobbing, even his arms that were unable to break free finally slowly lowered themselves.

I don't understand why a golden dagger can separate the head like a beast's corpse.

Song Hao naturally saw the other party's fear, so he shrugged his shoulders: "Don't blame me."

"After all, I just gave you the opportunity, but you don't cherish it."

He didn't panic at all, he walked towards the robber leisurely and lit a cigarette with a match.

Like a seasoned executioner.

However, as the last adult, someone found that he had no desire to escape or fight back.

"I'm warning you...don't...don't come here!"

Looking at the approaching death and the mutilated corpses of his companions, he clearly wanted to pick up the fallen axe, but he didn't even have the strength.

My limbs were weak and I was completely scared...

At this time, Song Hao, who stopped in front of the opponent and didn't even bother to open his eyes, spit out a cloud of milky white smoke.

When dealing with such waste, using an extra bullet is considered a mistake.

"By the way, do you know why you want to die?"

The man remained silent.

All he knew was that his whole body seemed to be trembling, and his teeth were like rolling gears, never stopping for a moment.

My mind is even more empty and dull.

It wasn't until Song Hao's next words echoed in his ears that he suddenly realized:

"Because the target you are targeting, his name is Death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, under the eyes of the little boy on the carriage, the powerful artillery pistol crushed the man's skull on the spot.

Flesh and blood tissue mixed with white brain matter was stained on Song Hao's face.

Although he didn't care about it, he even looked calm and wiped off the dirty liquid with his clothes.

But this horrifying scene scared the little boy so much that he became incontinent and fell off the carriage.

"Sir, I beg you, please don't kill me. I was just coerced."

"I just want to go home now..."

Seeing that he was so weak, he put his arms in front of himself, as if this way of self-defense could scare off the oncoming demon.

However, Song Hao obviously has no interest in such a skinny child, it is a pure waste of bullets.

And a little brat who is underage must not be able to afford any debauchery.

"If you don't want to die, just shut up."

He turned over and returned to the carriage, picked up the reins, then threw a dollar bill out of his pocket and said calmly:

"This should be enough for your trip home. Just to remind you, I don't want to see you wandering around in this forest again."

After that, he put out the burning cigarette with a serious expression: "Otherwise, next time, I guarantee that your end will be even more miserable than theirs."

Suddenly, a cold wind swept in from a distance.

Watching the God of Death disappear at the end of the mountain road, the boy who finally came to his senses hurriedly picked up the banknotes on the ground and ran away in a hurry.

At this second, the cries of crows came from the treetops in the forest. They seemed to be the only witnesses to this murder.

However, what Song Hao did not expect was:

How much trouble will my kindness tonight cause in the future...

The carriage shuttled through the mountains and forests, and the bumps along the way made it impossible to sleep.

When I was finally able to see Eagle Beak Peak from a distance, it was already 10:30 in the morning of the next day, and the air was fresh.

Song Hao, who was standing on the carriage and controlling the reins, couldn't help but swear: "Damn it, I really don't know how those coachmen survived."

My legs are numb, my lips are dry, this is the best way to describe myself.

Half an hour later, he deliberately used the wheel to leave a chaotic mark outside the forest, and then he dared to go into the depths of the forest.

Good anti-tracking awareness, a natural ability of a hunter.

Fortunately, looking around, the originally messy trees here have been cut down and cleared. It seems that Aaron is not lazy.

"Hey, stop here. If you dare to take another step forward, your head will explode."

The next second, a stern voice came from his ears, and Song Hao, who was very cooperative, simply reined in the reins and showed off his French military salute.

"How to say?"

"We haven't seen each other for just one day, but you already dare to threaten the boss with a gun?"

There is no need to guess, the guy hiding in the dark talking is naturally Aaron.

Having just experienced gang life, he smiled: "Why don't I get used to it in advance so as not to hold you back later?"

At the same time, Reina, who had nothing to do, weaved a wreath and put it on Song Hao's neck:
Chapter completed!