I slay evil gods in a strange world

Everyone pointed their guns at the comedian sitting in the middle of the stage.

He didn't know when he moved a stool and sat there, as if he was waiting for this group of people to arrive.

"Who the hell are you! What's your purpose!"

The president pointed a gun at him and let out a stern shout.

And everyone who was running away turned their heads subconsciously when they heard the words, and suddenly found that the terrifying mental illness had been brought under control, so they felt a little relieved.

"Everyone, don't panic. I will definitely give you an explanation on this matter. Please stay calm. We are now investigating the situation."

The president also aimed at the audience at this time, he bowed deeply apologetically, and apologized.

"Account, what account do you want to give us! Do you know how many people died!"

"You let us out immediately! Otherwise, I will definitely report you to the law enforcement team!"

"You don't know who is here! How dare you let such a madman out and perform on stage!? Where did his bomb come from?"

Faced with the group of people's questioning, the chairman's heart twisted.

It's useless for him to regret it now. It's happened.

All the people present were big figures with heads and faces. Now that such a bad thing happened, it was useless for him to talk about it. Basically, he was powerless.

Moreover, the family members of the deceased will not forgive him even more, their Yali Opera House is basically completely finished.

However, the instigator of all this is that strange man who is sitting leisurely in the center of the stage!

He pointed his gun at the comedian angrily, and yelled: "Say it! Who the hell are you! Why did you do such a thing!"

"Calm down man, it's already happened, isn't it?"

He didn't seem to take those guns seriously at all, but spread his hands and smiled.

"If it weren't for you! How could things happen!"

The president was in a hurry, and his finger was already on the trigger.

He can't wait to blow this guy into pieces in the next second.

"If I were you, you shouldn't point the gun at me, but..."

Having said that, he glanced at the audience.

"Of course! If you can help me, put them back in their seats, and listen to my story..."

"I will consider sparing your lives."

The words fall.

The president could no longer bear such an arrogant person, and instantly pulled the trigger on him.

Chapter 56 The Art of Death

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boom.

With a clear voice came.

I saw a bright rose erupting from the muzzle of the shotgun in an instant.

When everyone was in a daze, the comedian picked off the rose without haste, put it in front of his nose and took a breath.

"Unfortunately, you missed your last chance to survive."

He spread his hands and smiled lightly.

"Shoot! Shoot!! Kill him!!!"

The group of men with guns pulled the trigger on him frantically.

However, all kinds of celebratory things sprayed out from the muzzle, but none of them sprayed bullets.

There are ribbons, transparent bubble balls, and small balloons the size of a fist.

Those who didn't know thought it was a birthday party.

This time, everyone froze in place. They looked at the guns in their hands, their faces full of despair.

Because they knew that they might run into trouble this time.

People who can do this kind of thing are definitely no longer ordinary people.

Instead.

Extraordinary!

"Who are you! Who are you!!!"

The president's eyes were red, he grabbed the comedian by the collar, and roared violently.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound,

I saw that the president was hit on the head with a pistol by one of his men and fell to the ground.

And the familiar subordinate hurriedly adjusted the comedian's collar, and half-kneeled to him.

"Hi, my name is Aibo. I didn't shoot you just now, nor did I show any disrespect to you. Please allow me to serve you and save my life."

He loyally saluted the comedian as a gentleman.

This guy is smart, he really didn't shoot just now.

He has studied some psychology, and he knows that the behavior and posture of comedians are extremely relaxed and timid, without any sense of panic.

Therefore, he felt that there was something wrong with that guy, until the president fired the first shot that was a rose, and he confirmed his idea.

"Well... I like people like you."

He was sitting on the stool with his legs up and down, looking very comfortable, as if he was sunbathing.

"If you were half as smart as him, you would have taken off long ago."

He bowed slightly and looked at the president who was on the ground with a slight smile.

"Bastard... When did I mess with you!"

Why didn't the president want to understand where this plague god came from and what purpose it had.

He thought he had never had such an enmity with anyone.

"Oh buddy, you are too idealistic. This world is not black and white, but extremely gray. Who told you that you have to mess with me before I will trouble you?"

The comedian walked with funny steps and asked back with a smile on his face.

"Okay, maybe I was wrong, before you die, can you tell me your name."

The president's heart is dead.

He knew that the lunatic in front of him who claimed to be a comedian had no intention of letting everyone out alive from the very beginning.

"Name? It's a little strange. If I remember correctly, my name seems to be Bills.

oh!Of course, I have a more memorable title, you should have heard of it, spoof artist. "

Everyone who heard the words was startled, and they all froze for a moment.

The name struck a chord.

Everyone present was dominated by a great fear.

They crazily used their nails to scratch the air wall, what's more, they gnawed and kicked with their teeth, trying every means to get out of this place.

because.

Without leaving here, no one can get out alive.

"Art of death... It seems that my death is not too bad, at least there are tens of thousands of people buried with me... Hahahahaha!!!"

The president got up in despair, opened his hands and laughed.

Art of death

A terrorist organization composed of five super lunatics, a terrorist organization resounding all over the world.

And the scariest of them all is the parody artist, Bills.

A man who loves death pranks.

The method of killing is not only cruel but also very characteristic.

It is a killing tool made from those children's favorite toys.

Every time I do it, I specifically choose large theaters and circuses with a lot of people.

Because he has a strong desire to perform and share.

But no one knew what he was performing and what he was sharing.

Because no one has ever walked out of a theater alive, not a single one.

"Sir...I..."

The guy who surrendered to Biers just now also retreated gradually with a face of despair.

He knew the brutal name of the guy in front of him, and he didn't think he would be the only lucky one alive.

Every time there are hundreds of thousands of death performances, Bills must be served by countless people, kneeling and licking, and even using various means.

But so far no one has come out of his killing theater.

"For the sake of being so sensible, I allow you to commit suicide."

He waved his hands with a smile, and said so indifferently.

And the man's heart trembled, his face was full of fear.

Tremblingly, he put the pistol in his hand into his mouth, then gritted his teeth and pressed it down suddenly.

boom!

There was a loud gunshot, and he fell directly into a pool of blood.

And the man on the side trembled in fright.

But in the face of death, he mustered up the greatest courage in his life, and instantly snatched the gun from the suicide man.

That gun can fire bullets!

As long as you kill that man, he will have a chance to live!

This was the only thought in the man's mind at this moment.

He quickly grabbed the gun and pulled the trigger frantically at Bills.

However, what came out this time was not bullets, but colorful balls, which looked very festive.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, please take a seat, my performance has been delayed for a long time, I hope you can appreciate it."

Bills stood up slowly at this moment, took off his hat gracefully and bowed.

It's like the opening action of some kind of performance.

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Renters College.

It has been three weeks since school started.

Si Wuwei has adapted to the rhythm and situation of the college.

With Ruo Lan, the female ghost in red, by his side, he also has considerable confidence.

And the other personality rarely appeared, only occasionally scratching his head uncontrollably.

But that's okay, anyway, just don't touch other things.

At this time, he and Yingying can be regarded as completely breaking up the previous grievances and becoming good friends again.

Of course, it's only good friends.