Is it necessary to kill someone?

Of course it is necessary.

"Any killing in the world has its own reasons. Killing without reason does not exist. This is my idea. What do you think?"

The man wearing a high hat asked in a warm voice, and his slightly sickly white face showed a gentle look.

The woman curled up on the bed, shivering in fear, tears lingering in her eyes and not flowing out, "Yes."

No matter what the man said, she would nod and agree, and the fear in her heart was about to squeeze her spirits into pieces.

Not long ago, she had a headache with her colleagues, how to complete the work assigned by her boss tomorrow.

Now, my colleagues don’t need to have a headache, so I will explain it directly here.

She didn't even dare to look at the ground.

"I'm very angry. The task assigned by the above was actually destroyed by an ordinary person with low spiritual power, which made me scolded. If you were me, you would have the idea of ​​killing that person, right?"

"Yeah, yeah." The woman nodded repeatedly.

The man wearing a high hat moved his eyes from the table to the woman and said with regret: "Why do you want to umph twice? I just need to umph once. Two umphs are perfunctory. Are you perfunctory just now?"

"No, I don't."

The woman was shocked and tried her best to explain, but she didn't know how to speak. She did her eloquence that she had trained in sales, and at this moment, she was completely unable to perform.

The man coldly picked up the pistol equipped with a silencer and pulled the trigger. A bloody flower bloomed between her eyebrows and fell on the bed.

"Why are there always people like you who can't put their positions right?"

The man's expression was full of helplessness. He was a Taoist priest. He could have the power to kill ordinary people at will without using guns.

According to the standard of the strong prey on the weak, everything he does to these weak people is reasonable and should not be punished.

These people should also adjust their attitude and be silent when they see him and kneel down, so that they have no reason to kill.

But they are so overestimated.

So is the law.

Instead of helping him, he helps those ordinary people who have no power.

Obviously, the laws of this country are wrong and they need to correct them. This is the purpose of the Revival Society.

His hand brushed across the table, and three paper men emerged from their cuffs, lined up one by one, "So too, I have given you advice, if you want to come up and die, I will give you a ride."

Wow~

The water flowed down from the nozzle, and the white dragon washed the foam on his head. His black hair was not as fluffy as before. Under the influence of water, he easily combed a big back head with his hands.

"Warning, foreign objects enter."

The red flame 66 in the living room made a sharp sound.

Bailong didn't bother to dry his hair, grabbed the jackal on the stool and looked out.

The bathroom door was not closed, facing the living room, so that he could see the paper man sticking to the ceramic tiles.

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

The loud gunshots stirred up in the bathroom, the tiles on the floor exploded, the leather sofa exploded, and a lot of down was sprayed out, and the glass table was broken by a gun.

The paper man moved like a snake, extremely flexible. He avoided his six bullets and rushed into the bathroom. He did not continue to stick to the ground, bounced high, and his arms as flat as a blade closed from left and right, as if he wanted to hug him.

Bailong was a passionate person, and did not avoid this hug. His muscles were tightened, and his bat-winged latissimus dorsi spread. He aimed at the paper man's round head, pulled the jackal's trigger, and then and then.

Bullets are fast, paper man attacks faster.

Before the bullet landed on the body, the paper man cut his arms into the latissimus dorsi, ribs, and two lungs, and touched the most important heart of the human body.

If I didn't continue to cut it, it was the bullet that smashed the paper man's head and made the paper man's art break.

A large amount of blood was sprayed out, and the paper man's soft arms were also sprayed out, and the fatal injury recovered in one second.

Speeding regeneration is so willful.

Bailong looked down at the exaggerated blood volume on the ground, bent down to pick up the fragments of paper man, walked out of the bathroom in wet boxers, "Chiyan 66, turn on the automatic speed control mode."

“Auto Speed ​​Control Mode is on.”

Chiyan 66 answers.

Bailong walked towards Broken Glass, and the members of the Revival Association, who were in charge of computer programs, obviously did not want to let him go.

Then he doesn't need to show mercy. If he compares the power, he is really not afraid of anyone. With a call, the police will be his backing.

Before he could pick up his smartphone, another bright yellow paper man crawled into the crack of the door.

This paper man is different from the paper man just now. He has a cinnabar-painted mouth and looks the same as the paper man who can self-destruct in the ramen restaurant.

Bang bang bang, Bai Long suffered a loss and shot directly. Several holes appeared on the paper man's body, and his head and hands were all broken.

Buzzing, security doors and walls tremble slightly, as if a small earthquake was coming, his face changed, "Fuck."

"Go forward at full speed." Bailong roared and flew towards Chiyan66.

The roaring engine was covered by louder sounds, and the security doors and walls made the surging flames break away, and the broken parts turned into ashes under high temperatures.

Chiyan 66's four wheels rotated at an extremely fast speed, knocking open the leather sofa, rolling over the broken glass all over the floor, and rushing straight towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

The white dragon lies tightly on the trunk, his feet directly off the ground, like a flag flying in the wind.

The flames flooded all furniture, decorations, and the scorching breath made the water that had not been dried on his body evaporated quickly and smoke came out of his head.

Bang!

The solid floor-to-ceiling window was knocked open, and the broken glass turned into a sharp blade. His gun-holding hand blocked his head, and the flames behind him caught up. He pushed him, but the price was that his legs were burnt.

boom.

The explosion echoed in the sky.

Chi Yan 66 drew a beautiful arc and landed heavily on the rooftop of the tall building opposite. The body of the car bounced. The impact force from the upper and lower made the Bailong's five internal organs feel a pain of displacement. The broken ribs were inserted into the organs, and he vomited heavily, "Wow."

A large amount of blood spit out of the throat, mixed with pale bones, and the glass on the body also made the blood spurt out.

The next second, Bailong stopped hurting, and exerted one arm, and a backflip fell on the seat of Chiyan 66. "That bastard, it's really exaggerated."

The fire was sprayed out from the top floor of the Ethan Hotel, causing a harsh fire alarm. The fire extinguishing device installed in the hotel began to sprinkle water to extinguish the fire, which was not very useful.

The fire is too fierce.

Bailong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hands and thought about what to do next?

The backup phone is in the trunk of Chiyan 66. Keep taking it out and calling the police? Or solve it yourself?

From a rational perspective, calling the police is the best solution. He holds the enemy's paper man, and the police can track the enemy's whereabouts through the paper man.

Starting from the relationship, he didn't want to hand over the matter to the police, but he wanted to rely on himself to get the place back.

First there was a ramen restaurant and then a love god hotel. The other party wanted to kill him twice, how could he swallow this tone?
Chapter completed!