Tick, Tick

The sweat on Donald's face kept dripping, and gradually coincided with the sound of blood dripping in the entire building.

I don’t know how long it took, but the gunshots and shouts outside the room suddenly disappeared.

Donald knew that if nothing unexpected happened, everyone outside might have gone to see God.

Only the dozen bodyguards who were still in the house were still alive.

One thousand gunmen and two hundred bounty hunters are so vulnerable.

Is the other party a devil?

Why can't so many bullets and rocket launchers kill and stop this guy?

But don't underestimate him too much!

After almost becoming a lonely man, Donald was also aroused of fierceness, staring at the door of the room with his eyes tightly on the door, and holding a remote control in his hand.

Even though he knew that he might be killed, how could he not keep any trump cards?

The reason why he chose to fight the other party here was that in addition to the confidence brought to him by the number of people, he also secretly buried countless bombs in the entire building!

Enough to level the entire building ten times!

If you can't survive, then take the other person to hell!

This is Donald's belief in struggling to survive from the slums.

He has a bad life, and no one will use porcelain to touch the clay pot.

So his rotten clay pot survived with his life-deserving fierceness, and then he got to where he is today step by step.

Although his rich life has corrupted him now, he can no longer associate himself with the broken clay pot.

But today, reality taught him a lesson.

In the eyes of some people, he is still the broken clay pot that can be abandoned at any time, and nothing has changed.

Then let his ragged clay pot play its final value!

If you can drag the most popular super killer to hell together in nearly ten years, perhaps his name can be circulated together for decades!

The footsteps are getting closer, closer

Someone is already standing outside the door!

Donald tried hard to calm down, but he still swallowed his saliva subconsciously.

Before pressing the remote control on his hand and dying together, he tried to give each other a chance to survive.

So he spoke, "Although I don't know who hired you to kill me, if you are willing to give up this task, I can pay double the reward, no, triple!"

"And you don't have to worry that I will take revenge on you. After today, the name Donald will completely disappear and no one will cause trouble for you."

The person outside the door seemed to be silent for a moment, and then a faint voice came.

"It sounds pretty good, but you may not be able to afford it."

Donald suddenly felt shocked, not afraid of the other party's lion's words, but he was afraid of the other party's insistence on following the principle of a bullshit killer.

"You tell me a number, I'll send someone to you now, or you can choose the transaction method, anything is fine, cough cough," Donald said hurriedly, as if he was a little anxious, and even coughed twice, his face turned red.

"I'm sorry, someone gave me 23 lives to kill you, and you only have one life, so you really can't afford this price."

The expression on Donald's face froze suddenly. It turned out that the other party was not really trying to let him go, but was playing tricks on him!

Knowing that today's affairs were afraid that they would be able to be good, Donald's hidden ferocity broke out again.

"If you want me to die, then let me bury you with me! Now, as long as I press it lightly, the entire building will be bombed into the sky!"

"If you pressed earlier, you might have a decent way to die, but now you don't have the opportunity because the time has come."

"This is what you forced me!"

Donald shouted, and his finger was about to press down immediately.

But a strange scene appeared, and his right hand suddenly cramped and the remote control fell to the ground.

He was about to bend down to pick it up, but he didn't expect that he choked his saliva and immediately started coughing violently. He fell to the ground and pinched his throat hard, as if he was about to cough out his lungs. m

Then he glared and fell to the ground with a thud.

The famous mafia leader Donald was finally suffocated to death, which is simply incredible!

The door was opened silently at some point.

Silver light flashes!

The remaining dozen gunmen were killed before they could recover from their shock.

After shook off the blood stains on the blade, Zhenyang carried it back behind him, then squatted down, picked up the remote control on the ground, took out a faded photo from his pocket and threw it on Donald.

The photo shows a photo of a nun and 22 children, and the background is an orphanage.

But it no longer exists. Overnight, the entire orphanage was directly flattened, and all the living people inside were buried. Then the iconic building under your feet was built there.

"Good thing, it's really a waste of resources."

A box of cigars that looked very valuable were stuffed into his pocket.

After he killed everyone, Zhenyang began to plunder everywhere in the room, not caring that he might be stepping on tons of explosives under his feet.

After all, he only symbolically collected a silver coin for this business, and today is the birthday of the troubled woman at home. I can see if I can pick up a few gifts to go back, so that he can buy them specifically.

"I am such a filial son!" Zhenyang sighed.

After a brief search, Mayang sighed and left.

Obviously, the valuable things have been transferred long ago.

drop!

After walking a few hundred meters away, Zhongyang lit a cigar and put it in his mouth, then took out the remote control and pressed it gently.

boom!!!

The newly built building was instantly bombarded into the sky, and the flames blew into the face and finally collapsed!

The violent wind blew the hem of Zhenyang's clothes, and the cigar in his mouth burned even more vigorously.

Then he seemed to remember something, took out his cell phone and dialed a number, "It's me, the location has been sent to you. When will the helicopter arrive?"

Smack

The remote control was thrown away at will, and Zhenyang's figure gradually drifted away.

It's worthy of being him, another perfect assassination!

On that day, the two elderly men learned through TV reports at home that Donald's gang was completely destroyed and even the headquarters building was bombed into the sky. Then they silently wiped the photos in their hands.

It was a happy photo of the family of three. The girl in the photo was wearing a nun's clothes, looking beautiful and noble.

Then, the tear blurred the eyes, and then fell onto the photo.
Chapter completed!