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Chapter 156 Anton's Day

The perverted killer Anton Igor, who kills people and does things all according to his preferences, is not well-known in the world of ordinary people, but people in the industry will feel it as thunderous.

If there are really devils in the world, Anton must be one of them.

But today's Anton is a little annoyed, because he is now wearing handcuffs and sitting in a police car.

Texas has not been peaceful recently, and it can even be said to be ups and downs, and Dallas is naturally no exception.

The mental pressure of the local police is generally very high, and the nerves are always tense. It is inevitable that some minor issues that are not important will be put on the line to the point of entering the police.

Of course, with Anton's resume, it's no problem to send him to the bureau a hundred times.

However, the reason why the police arrested him was not murder, but robbery... But Anton never did such a thing, this crime is indeed slander.

At that time, he wanted to give the store owner a friendly headshot, but he was not interested in the change in the store at all, but the police who arrived suddenly took him into the car as a dangerous person.

Cops approaching from behind, armed with guns, and resisting arrest under these conditions in the Wild West, usually end badly.

Anton wisely chose to cooperate.

He glanced at the weapon on the co-driver of the police car calmly.

A spring gun, commonly known as a bull gun.

With his hands imprisoned behind his back by handcuffs, the weapon obviously couldn't help him, so Anton calmed down and waited for the opportunity.

The police car stopped shortly after.

In a place with a large area and few people, it is impossible to have a large police station everywhere, and this police station currently has only the policeman who arrested Anton, and he is on duty alone.

The sun in the sky is very big, but it makes people feel warm.

After the prisoner was settled, the police sat down and called the Dallas Police Department.

You have to notify your superiors to take him away.

"Yes sir, I just walked in."

"By the way, Sheriff, he has something on him. It seems to be a medical oxygen cylinder."

Behind the policeman, Anton stood up silently.

He bent down, and the hands handcuffed behind his back continued to go down until they passed his feet.With extraordinary flexibility, he smoothly moved his hands to the front of his body.

Anton vaguely heard the "sheriff"'s question.

"Oxygen cylinder? What is he doing with that thing?"

"You're asking me, why don't you come and see for yourself..."

Anton's eyes showed no emotion, calmly controlled his pace, and walked towards the young policeman like a ghost.

The latter knew nothing about the upcoming danger, and proudly expressed it to his superiors.

"Okay, sir, everything is under my control."

As the call was hung up, Anton didn't waste a second, and just rightly put the handcuffs around the policeman's neck.

It was too late to be surprised, the intense pain overwhelmed the rationality of the young policeman.

His instinctive desire to survive made him struggle with all his strength.

But a murderous professional...how could he be given such an opportunity.

During the movement, the two kicked over the chair and stood up. Anton forcefully lifted the policeman up and fell to the ground.

After such a violent movement, the inside of the sharp handcuffs cut into Anton's flesh, but the pain did not make him relax a bit.

The fate of young policemen is even more miserable.

He tried to tug on Anton's hand to draw air into his constricted lungs, but repeated attempts were in vain.

Anton's strength was so great that the handcuffs pierced his neck, and a lot of blood flowed out.

The slippery black-red liquid made his struggle even more difficult.

The police opened their mouths and could only make a slight "ho ho" sound.

His neck, as well as the screams and calls for help in his throat, were strangled by Anton.

As he was dying, he had no choice but to stretch out his hand and wave it meaninglessly, like a person about to drown, trying to grab a life-saving straw.

And Anton was breathing calmly but steadily, exactly the same as his life-threatening hands.

Aside from the ferocious expression on his face when he was trying his best, other than that, he didn't look like he was killing people at all.

When the sound of the rumbling train came, Anton suddenly turned his ears, but found that it was just an auditory hallucination, accompanied by subtle tinnitus.

He relaxed his hands.

The police had stopped struggling.

After taking out the key and unlocking his prison, Anton calmly walked to the bathroom, threw the blood-stained handcuffs into the sink, turned on the faucet, and began to wash the wound on his wrist.

He also looked at his face in the mirror, and changed several angles. He felt that there was nothing wrong with it, and he looked quite handsome.

The police inevitably stumbled, so they naturally kept some medicines. Anton used the last bit of time to apply medicine to the wound. Then, before the police chief arrived, he took his "oxygen cylinder" and drove away.

He drove the police car nonchalantly for about thirty kilometers.

Finally found my new purpose.

At this moment, the body of the young policeman should have been found for a while, and the preliminary on-site investigation is probably over.

The police car he was driving now would be a very important clue.

How could Anton make such a mistake.

The harsh siren sounded, and he approached a Ford car that looked old.

Ford pulled over and stopped cooperatively, probably thinking it was a routine inspection.

After opening the door and getting off the car, Anton held his bull gun and greeted:
"Please get out of the car, sir."

The driver is about 50 years old, and his strong accent proves that he is an old Texan, and he has done nothing bad, so he is very confident:
"What?"

Anton put on a cold smile: "I need you to get out of the car, sir."

The driver opened the car door impatiently. After standing still, he glanced at the oxygen cylinder in Anton's hand strangely. There was only one thought in his mind: What the hell is this?
It has to be said that the bullgun looks a hundred times safer than the revolver.

He felt a little confused: "Why did you let me get out of the car?"

"Stay still, sir."

Anton's voice was low: "Just stand still."

As he said that, amidst the driver's bewildered expression, he pushed the driver's gun to the other's forehead.

Not waiting for the other party to ask something, Anton directly pulled the trigger.

The sound of the air pump is very small, but its power is extremely impressive.The hard skull of the unlucky driver was instantly opened with a big hole.

Blood flowed out, and the driver was already a corpse.

The weapon of the ox gun was originally invented for the quick slaughter of livestock, and efficiency was its main pursuit.

In the early years, when Texas farmers slaughtered cattle, they used real guns, but over time, they found that the performance of this gun was not good.

Can ricochet, causing unnecessary danger.

It's going to go off... oh my god it sucks.

Occasionally, if the killing is not clean, Niu Niu will show great pain, and then some animal protection organizations will jump out and accuse them of cruelty to animals.

The last one, in particular, annoys many livestock farmers.

Later, the weapon used by Anton came into being.

Probably no one would have thought that there would be a pervert who would use a weapon used to slaughter animals...to slaughter humans.

Overall, Anton got a new car.

He set off at his leisure.

Anton was going far away.

As a professional assassin, he was often dealing with some very difficult business orders, and he was on a hurry before, but what happened today was just a small episode of Anton's daily life.

After planning the route in his mind, Anton was going to find a place to refuel the broken car. If he had enough time, he would play his favorite little game with the store manager.

Unfortunately, his peaceful and perverted life had to come to an abrupt end today.

While driving, Anton suddenly found someone on the road blocking his way not far away.

After seeing who that person was, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

Oil paint, smiley face.

If it's not fake, this is the Joker.

Anton, of course, had heard of clowns.

Although this guy's main activity area has always been concentrated in the Greater New York area, his notoriety has long been not limited to America.

In fact, Anton had not only heard of the clown, but also admired him quite a bit.

He has never been convinced by anyone in his life, but he has to give a thumbs up to the famous Joker.

is a person.

Smiling slightly, Anton knew very well that the clown was obviously coming at him, and he didn't know what was going on.

With that in mind, the perverted killer stepped on the gas pedal.

(End of this chapter)