Chapter 020 It's useless when ghosts knock on the door and call grandpa
The dark night is like an evil whisper, tempting people to release the hidden desires in their hearts.
Dazzling neon lights, deafening music, dirty deals, dancing crowds and whispers in the dark...
Together, these form a picture of incomparable depravity and evil.
But it is only the most inconspicuous corner of the darkness.
Wherever there is light, there is shadow. Under the bright surface of the Inuit United Nations, there is also countless darkness and evil.
So even in a seemingly "normal" nighttime bar, behind the wall of one-way glass, there might be an evil tycoon looking down on everything.
Flomingo, the leader of the Flame Society, one of the largest evil forces in Santu City, is a guy who likes to sit behind the one-way glass on the second floor and peek maliciously at everything in the bar.
"Lively, joyful...that's what it feels like!"
Shaking the scarlet wine in his hand, he, who was in his prime, looked at a young girl dancing with her companions on the dance floor below, and nodded with satisfaction.
It looks like we can have some new fun tonight.
As a blue-skinned ethnic minority, he took over the disintegrating Flame Society from his father who was shot to death on his mistress's bed at the age of sixteen. He relied on his courage to fight, his courage to fight, and his cruelty to succeed.
Successfully got noticed by some big shots.
In just over ten years, the Flame Society has developed from a third-rate gang to the second-ranked underground force in Santu City.
But there is a saying that goes well, a big tree attracts the wind.
Because any gangster can find out the name of Brother Floming [Fire Leader], so some extraordinary beings have successfully targeted him...
"What a... fallen soul..."
"who!"
Subconsciously throwing away the red wine and pulling out the pistol from his waist, Flomingo looked at the empty room in surprise.
"Boss, what's wrong?!"
The two cronies outside the door heard the noise, opened the door and rushed in.
However, seeing no one else in the room and the boss looking back and forth with a gun, the two strong men covered in tattoos were stunned.
Is there no one in the house?
Didn't the boss put something in the red wine?
Facing the doubtful looks of his subordinates, Brother Froming was also a little strange. Could it be that he really had a hallucination just now?
But soon he was sure that it was not his imagination, there was indeed a voice whispering in his ear!
"Greed, tyranny, desire... Interesting guy, do you want to make a deal with me?"
Such a complete and logical sentence cannot be explained by auditory hallucinations at all.
The most important thing is that just listening to this strange voice that sounded out of thin air in his mind gave him a chill from the depths of his soul.
It was like falling into an ice cave suddenly, goosebumps arose, completely contrary to common sense.
so…
Brother Floming decisively called all the young men in the field who could fight.
There was a room full of men with guns, all of them full of yang energy. The strong popularity made someone feel that his body suddenly felt a lot warmer.
With some confidence, Brother Floming finally raised his head carefully and said to the top of his head:
"Who are you...?"
This world also has legends similar to the devil on earth.
According to the mainstream belief in the gods in the United States, the hell abyss is the destination of fallen souls, and there are five kings of death responsible for judging all sinful souls.
At the same time, these five undead kings also like to use contracts to seduce the living to fall directly, and then give these unlucky souls eternal torture to bring some evil joy.
The scenes that are clearly supernatural at the moment, coupled with the poor lines, obviously make Flomingo, a guy who originally firmly believed that there are no ghosts and gods in the world, have some not-so-good associations.
"Don't be nervous, I... am not the great Lord of Death, I just want to make a deal with you...
As the master, why don’t you invite me in?”
Hearing what the mysterious voice said, Brother Floming was stunned for a moment, then turned his head sharply and shouted in a low voice to his men:
"Monitoring, quickly bring out all the monitoring for me!"
The boys did not dare to neglect and hurriedly called the monitoring room. Soon, the TV with the 404 video on the wall of the room was instantly connected to the signal transmitted from the monitoring room.
Among the densely packed boxes, Flomingo's eyes were instantly attracted to the surveillance screen at the back door of the bar.
In the dim and blurry image, a mysterious man in black robes was standing silently under the flickering street lights.
The two gangsters who were supposed to be guarding there were kneeling at each other's feet, apparently unscathed, but trembling like frightened chickens.
This scene was obviously very strange, but Brother Floming secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Whether you are pretending to be a ghost, or you are really a monster from the abyss of the netherworld, as long as you have an entity, the gun under my hand is not a vegetarian!"
With a mental sneer, Brother Floming, who was definitely worthy of the evaluation of killing people, winked at the cronies beside him based on the fear in his patience.
"Hurry up and greet the distinguished guests at the door!"
These subordinates were originally speculating that their boss had eaten too much of some forbidden food and burned out his brain, but now something actually appeared, and there was still such a strange scene on the surveillance screen, and they all felt nervous.
After all, they are not fools.
By corroborating Flomingo's performance with the picture, it is easy to roughly guess the most likely scenario.
——It seems to be really haunted!
To be honest, even if it is a murderer who licks blood from his knife edge, it is completely impossible to say that he is not afraid in the face of a mysterious event that is very likely to actually happen.
However, facing the fierce gaze of their boss, the four named cronies could only look at each other, touched the guns in their hands to strengthen their courage, gritted their teeth, and walked out bravely.
Waiting is always hard.
A few minutes seemed extremely long to Flomingo at this moment, and the courage he originally raised gradually faded away.
Fear and anxiety made him couldn't help but pick up the red wine on the table and take a deep sip.
The cold and sour wine slid down his throat, and the spreading chill made him feel refreshed.
However, at this moment, the closed door was suddenly pushed open!
Then, the four unlucky guys who had just walked out to greet them rushed in while crawling, shouting with horror on their faces:
"Boss, there is a ghost!"
"There is really a monster, help!"
"Shut up!"
After giving the four embarrassing men a hard look, Brother Froming quickly adjusted his attitude and looked towards the door, and then...
"O Gods!"
Seeing the skeletal warrior slowly walking in, Flomingo's pistol pressed on the table almost went off.
But his men obviously didn't have his determination.
As a guy who was too nervous subconsciously pulled the trigger, others immediately fired instinctively, and the sound of gunshots rang out in an instant!
Although due to certain restrictions, the firearms in the hands of these people were mainly pistols with silencers, the ricocheting bullets still caused more than half of the thugs to scream and fall to the ground in an instant.
As for the living skeleton that was set on fire...
He survived the hail of bullets unscathed, with not even a single mark on his pale bones!