I'm dying every day [Comprehensive British and American]

"You said, how about I sell you to gangsters?" Sha Matt stuck his whole body on the door, grabbed the iron pillar with both hands, and said in a sharp voice, "They like you the most with big chest and brainless blonde hair little girl--"

"Thank you, I also have to admit that I am indeed quite pretty." Bernice brushed her hair, "But you have to ask your master first if he is willing."

"Oh, how could he be reluctant, who do you think you are?"

"Jennifer—" the clown suddenly said, his voice was calm but chilling, "Are you helping me make a decision?"

"No, of course she was handed over to you." Kill Matt quickly denied, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he said, "Actually, my name is Ada."

"Pfft——" Bernice couldn't help laughing, and she didn't miss this good opportunity to tease people, "It seems that your status in your master's heart is not good."

This time killing Matt——Ada didn't explode like before. Her pointed nails scratched the iron pillar and made a creepy sound of "squeak", and stared at Boni with vicious eyes. Si didn't let go: "Your happy days are coming to an end, hehehe..."

Bernice didn't take it seriously, and looked at her with pity: "Admit it, you're just jealous that I'm prettier than you."

Edda: "..."

That's what she said, but her words made Bernice more sure that the clown was about to escape.

For the past two days, Bernice didn't dare to sleep. There were two poisonous snakes that could come out at any time. Don't look at her usual cheap mouth with the clown. In fact, when there is nothing between them, A weak chicken like her who has no self-protection ability still has no idea.

Not to mention that there is an extra crazy woman here, she will definitely obey the clown's orders, and she will be really hard to beat with two fists by then.

She is already mentally prepared to be taken away by the clown. He probably won't kill her so soon. He is also keen to instill some messy ideas in her. If he wants to see her degenerate, he won't give up if he doesn't succeed. She had to escape before then.

No matter how bad it is, go and seek refuge with Batman...

Sure enough, in the middle of the night on the third day, the storm came.

Bernice was hugging her knees and closing her eyes to rest, when the sudden sound of the radio woke her up.

"Warning! The B2 floor has been invaded and is on red alert!"

Bernice subconsciously looked at the clown opposite, who was also looking at her excitedly, and said, "It's just a small commotion, don't be afraid."

No, compared to this, she was more concerned about... Bernice was silent for a moment, and then asked: "Where are your clothes?"

The clown had already taken off his shirt at some point. His body was as pale as his face, covered with messy tattoos. Bernice looked away from his sharp eight-pack abs, and couldn't help thinking: This guy is the same as She is either talking or sleeping every day. How does she maintain her figure?

He answered as a matter of course, and it was not difficult to hear the hoarse voice full of joy: "My clothes are on the way."

The gunfire outside was getting louder and louder, and it fell silent after a while. The air seemed to smell of bullets/powder, and the light tubes on the ceiling flickered twice as if feeling the atmosphere was wrong, which made people feel uneasy. Silence spread in my heart.

After a while, five or six people wearing strange animal headgears broke in, some with submachine guns and some with rifles/guns. A few people filled the corridor in an instant, and the clown watched all this happen calmly , There is no appearance of going to jail at all.

"Warning! The B2 floor has been invaded and entered the red alert state!" The broadcast repeated it in a timely manner.

From the gate, Bernice saw several people fell outside, some were Arkham guards, and some were people wearing animal headgear. She frowned, wondering if the green eyes were among them.

One of them used a card to unlock the electronic lock of the clown's cell, and after receiving the latter's signal, he also opened Ada's cell.She walked out of the cell and smiled triumphantly at Bernice, her playful eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person.

The subordinate conjured up a purple crocodile-pattern coat from nowhere, and he was extremely coquettish. The clown opened his hands, looked disdainful, and asked his subordinates to put on the coat for him like a noble king.

After putting on his coat, the clown left his chest open. He calmly straightened his collar, and then spread his hands. The subordinate next to him immediately brought a comb. Bernice just looked at him dumbfounded at this untimely and unreasonable situation. assembled under the environment.

"Boss, what about her?"

"Let her out."

The subordinates used the same card to open Bernice's cell. She could come out at any time, but she didn't move, as if it was a boundary that could not be crossed.

There were more than a dozen pairs of bloodthirsty eyes looking at her outside, she was as weak as a poor little white rabbit surrounded by a pack of wolves.

The clown stared at her excitedly and licked his lips, as if looking at a prey that had been hunted for a long time and finally caught. He asked, "Hmm...how much time do we have?"

The subordinate replied: "Up to 5 minutes."

He clapped his palms in satisfaction: "Enough."

"Well... Well... Well..." He walked into Bernice's cell refreshed, "What a beautiful day? We can finally 'meet'."

"Yes." Bernice looked up into his eyes and said calmly, "You are much taller than I imagined."

The clown stepped forward and took the blond woman's face with both hands, forcing her to look only at himself. He saw his pale face in those blue eyes.

The exquisite face in front of him didn't show a trace of panic. He grinned slowly, and made a vibrating sound like a cat's purring from his throat. Bernice, who was holding his face, felt that his hands were extremely cold. temperature.

Only when he stood so close did she feel the darkness and blood on his body oppressing her overwhelmingly.

"It's disgusting for you to show such a knowing look again." The clown complained dissatisfiedly, "Can't you put on some more interesting expressions?"

Bernice looked at the clown who was half a head taller than herself, "To be honest, my neck is a little stiff, can I let go first?"

Hearing the ignorant words of the blonde girl, the subordinates looked at her as if they were looking at a fool. She was the first one who dared to talk to the clown like this.

But unexpectedly, the clown actually let go of his hand, but immediately covered her mouth with his palm. The tattoo on the back of his hand just matched her mouth, making her look like she was laughing funny.

Bernice looked at him helplessly, her lips directly pressed against his palm, wondering if the guy had washed his hands.

The clown raised his chin, the hot lips seemed to melt the coldness of his palm, the slightly moist feeling made him squint his eyes, he suddenly leaned down, completely face to face, and said to her: "Yes—that's it, just smile .”

Bernice hummed twice, the clown let her go and let her speak.

"Are you going to kill me?" She raised an eyebrow.

"That depends on your performance." The clown smiled and put his arms around her shoulders, led her out of the cell, and hooked his fingers at Shamat, "You, Jennifer, come here."

Ada seemed to be hesitating whether to correct her name to the clown again, but she thought that the clown called her to give Bernice to her, and she was in a state of excitement, so she quickly forgot about the name back.

"Mr. J, what do you want me to do with—"

"There's still a little time, so let's play a game!" The clown excitedly rubbed his fists, took two guns from his subordinates, and handed them in front of them, "Of these two guns, one has bullets. One has no bullets, pick one, and use it to kill the opponent."

Bernice was frowning at the two identical pistols/guns, when the clown suddenly said, "Do you believe me?"

This sentence was not addressed to Bernice, but to Kill Matt. She was about to respond when she saw the clown look at the gun on the left, and then at her, with a sly smile on his face.

Shamate's eyes shone brightly, his mouth couldn't stop being ecstatic, and he took the one on the left without hesitation.