Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

"Shit, shut up!"

As soon as he entered the alley, Akino punched Matthew violently. This punch hit Matthew's abdomen heavily. Akino was not some pampered son. Matthew curled up and let out a muffled snort.

Akino pulled out two small towels from the back pocket of his jeans, and blocked the mouths of Matthew and Joe tightly. The hands and feet of the two were quickly tied tightly by the people around them. .

The rain in the urban area of ​​Rome began to fall harder and harder, with thunder and lightning. The dense rain curtain brought bursts of silver-white lightning. People who were almost fascinated could not open their eyes, and their ears were filled with the sound of rain hitting the ground.

Akino reached out and wiped the rain on his face. His hair was washed down by the rain before, making his eyes barely open. The shirt on his body was tightly stuck to his skin due to the cold water, and he felt chilly.

Matthew only felt that he was being pressed against the corner of the wall, and the hard and cold concrete floor was under his buttocks. The raindrops are afraid of the loud crackling sound of hitting the ground.

He panted for a while, slowly opened his eyes, and saw a tall man in a black suit slowly walking in from the entrance of the alley.

The other conditions outside the alley were completely blocked by a big dark blue truck parked at the entrance of the alley, and nothing could be seen. This truck was probably parked there deliberately.

The sound of men's footsteps and the noise of the street were all washed away, buried, and dissipated by the sound of pouring rain.

The streets where there were no pedestrians looked even more depressed at the moment because of the heavy rain, and there were almost no people to be seen, even if there were people, they were rushing home in a hurry.

The man got closer and closer, holding an umbrella in his hand. When he got closer, Han Sen's young and cold face clearly appeared in front of Matthew and Joe.

Matthew opened his eyes wide and looked at Han Sen.

Working under Nietzsche for so many years, Matthew has never been offended so much. He didn't expect to fall into Han Sen's hands this time. Even now that he knows Han Sen's background, he never felt that this man could threaten him. Own.

You know, for so many years, Han Sen has always been the one who keeps silent.

Han Sen held a blue grid umbrella in his hand, bent down, and looked straight at Matthew.

"I want you to disappear from now on."

All the people who have a relationship with Nietzsche, all the men who have witnessed the dirty past, Han Sen can't tolerate that they are still living in this world in peace, and can't tolerate that they are breathing with him.

Han Sen has been staying with Nietzsche Lutherland since he was 18 years old. He did not experience the washing of the world like a normal boy and grow into a mature and accidental man in the eyes of the world. obscene.

Han Sen doesn't like men, and he doesn't like men's bodies.

He didn't like it seven years ago, and he still doesn't like it seven years later. Even if he can do it with Nietzsche very skillfully, skillfully, and obediently, it doesn't mean that Han Sen likes men, or that he likes men's bodies.

Looking at the white man in front of him, Han Sen will always remember the obscure and desperate days at the beginning, the end of that dark period of adolescence, it was this group of people who witnessed how they succumbed to Nietzsche, how they sold their bodies and surrendered to their elders of the same sex in order to survive. soul.

No matter what the reason is, in Han Sen's view, they are all just spectators. Han Sen has already passed the age of pure white as snow, and the only thing he wants now is to make them all disappear.

Let them, along with their dark memories, disappear into the world—in the form of physical death.

Han Sen didn't believe in the so-called soul and faith for a long time. He only knows now that the best way to destroy a person is to destroy his body.

When a person dies, everything disappears.

Matthew looked straight into those rich, dark eyes, those pure, Chinese eyes.

At this moment, Matthew knew he was wrong.

He always thought that the owner of these eyes had always been so submissive.

Only now did Matthew understand that Han Sen's silence did not mean submission, but rather calmness and absolute forbearance.

Taking a closer look today, these eyes turned out to be bottomless, unable to see anyone's reflection, introverted and terrifying, there was no so-called slavery and obedience in them, only cruelty and murderous intent.

The moment the young man stared at him, Matthew thought of Nietzsche in a trance.Lutheran looked cold.

"Go ahead."

Akino handed a pistol with a silencer to Han Sen, raised his eyebrows and looked at Matthew and Joe who were tied to the corner, with a cruel smile on his lips.

Han Sen took the pistol, stood up, and pointed the black muzzle at Matthew.

Matthew raised his face and looked at Han Sen, who just stared at him expressionlessly, as if he had been there for many years.

"Snapped--"

With an unusually low and fast sound, the bullet passed through Matthew's head, and Matthew's head was hit by the wall due to the shock of the exploding bullet.

Because the back of his head hit the wall fiercely, he bounced back and swayed back and forth a few times. Then his pupils suddenly dilated and became distracted. Han Sen watched Matthew's body being wiped out by himself indifferently.

The muffled gunshots were easily dispersed by the sound of the huge rain.

Han Sen watched intently as the bright red blood splashed out from the bullet hole in the middle of Matthew's head, staining the rainwater under his feet red, and then the rainwater from the sky rushed into the sewer at the innermost part of the alley with the blood, gradually The land merged into a small red river, which was washed away by the new rain.

Qiu Ye stood next to Han Sen and killed Joe.

"Come with me."

Han Sen glanced at Qiu Ye, turned around and left the alley, and got into the car that Matthew had before.

Qiu Ye asked his subordinates to deal with it, and followed Han Sen up.

Opening the car door and sitting in the driver's seat, Qiu Ye looked at Han Sen who was sitting next to him in a suit and leather shoes, "Where are we going next?"

Han Sen pointed to the opposite street and said:

"Xia Zuo and the others are over there, let's go and kill them."

Qiu Ye was taken aback, looked straight at Han Sen's young face, and said in surprise:

"Now?"

Han Sen nodded,

"Yes, now."

"Are you crazy? I just saw that Xia Zuo's car was parked on the side of the road. Are you trying to kill people in broad daylight?!"

Han Sen narrowed his eyes slightly, turned to look at Qiu Ye,

"Yes, I'm not crazy, I'm going to kill Xia Zuo right now, in broad daylight, I'm going to tear him into pieces."

Akino has always felt that according to Han Sen's temperament and age, his style of work should be relatively restrained, and he may even be restrained at critical moments.

But now he knew that he was wrong. Not only did he not have the so-called restraint, but he was fearless, calm and sophisticated.Not like a young man in his twenties, but like a middle-aged man who has experienced great storms.

I have long known that Han Sen was in Nietzsche.Lutheran's subordinates stayed for nearly seven years, and now Akino had seen it. After all, Lutheran's subordinates came out, and he was indeed an extraordinary character.

"Okay, let's go and have a look first, but I don't necessarily want to do it with you."

Akino quickly stated his position. He agreed to cooperate with Han Sen, but that didn't mean he would commit murder with Han Sen in broad daylight. Cooperating with Han Sen and committing murder together were two different things.

Han Sen didn't say anything. He knew that this was indeed his own business and had nothing to do with Qiu Ye. It was his own choice whether to go or not. The key was as long as he didn't stop him or get in the way.

Akino quickly drove the car across a block, and when he was about 50 meters away from Xia Zuo's car, he saw a silver car parked there.

Han Sen unbuttoned his suit, picked up the submachine gun on the back of the car, and was about to get out of the car.

Akino grabbed Han Sen's arm violently and let out a low growl:

"Han, are you fucking crazy?! Take a closer look at the car in front of you!"

Xia Zuo and the others drove a fully armed armored car. The windows were bulletproof, and the steel plates on the body were thickened. Ordinary guns couldn't penetrate them at all. If they rushed there so blatantly, they might be caught by Xia Zuo. Zuo realized that instead of killing his opponent, he threatened the enemy instead.

Han Sen looked at Qiu Ye coldly, "Go away." Then he stretched out his hand and pushed Qiu Ye away from the palm of my own arm, with an expression of indescribable disgust.

After finishing speaking, Han Sen carefully looked at Xia Zuo's armored vehicle, put down the submachine gun he was holding tightly in his hand, bent down and picked up the umbrella at his feet, and straightened his tie in front of the mirror. Due to the relatively large range of motion, it is already a little crooked.

"In a while, I'll trick Xia Zuo into opening the car door first, and then kill him on the street. If you want, you can follow behind with a gun, or stay in the car, whatever you want. In short, don't hinder me, or I will kill you." You will regret it."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen hid a large-caliber gun in the pocket of his suit, then quickly opened the door and walked down, holding the umbrella above his head with one hand and walking slowly towards Xia Zuo's vehicle.

The raindrops hit Han Sen's umbrella hard, making a loud bang, bang, bang.

Holding an umbrella in one hand, Han Sen walked slowly towards Xia Zuode's car with a grim expression on his face.

When Han Sen in the rain was walking towards Xia Zuo's car, Xia Zuo was sitting in the passenger seat of the car drinking milk tea.

"Han Sen seems to be coming from behind."

"It seems that Matthew and the others are coming, Xia Zuo."

The man sitting in the driver's seat squinted his eyes, looked at the rearview mirror carefully, then turned his head and said to Xia Zuo.

Xia Zuo put down the milk tea in his hand, stretched out his hand to straighten his hair, and mentioned Han Sen's name, the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch in disdain, then he lowered the window and threw out the half-drunk milk tea, "Strawberry flavor is delicious The milk tea is not good, I will drink the original milk tea in the future."

Just as Xia Zuo lowered the car window, Han Sen came over holding an umbrella, stood by the car window, and looked at Xia Zuo expressionlessly.

Xia Zuo looked at Han Sen with displeasure and said, "Why are you alone, what about Matthew and the others?"

Han Sen didn't answer his question, he still looked at Xia Zuo coldly.

Xia Zuo said impatiently, "Where's Matthew? Han Sen?"

Han Sen sneered and said slowly:

"What's the hurry. You'll see them soon."

"What?... um..."

Before Xia Zuo finished speaking, Han Sen slammed open the car door, then quickly raised his foot, and kicked Xia Zuo, who was completely relaxed, into the back seat of the car.

This armored car has been modified. There are only two seats in the front, the driver's seat and the co-pilot's seat. The rear seats have been removed, and some commonly used guns are placed, so there is a lot of space behind the car.

As soon as Xia Zuo fell behind, Han Sen pulled out his gun without warning, and killed the man sitting in the driver's seat with a single shot.

"Han Sen! What the hell do you want to do?!"

Xia Zuo suddenly fell behind the car, propped his arms and glared at Han Sen, and then there was a bang, Han Sen killed the driver in front of him, and the bullet hit the man's head, spraying blood on his face, hot Huge amounts of blood and brains stuck to his face.

Xia Zuo was taken aback for a moment, stretched out his hand to touch his face, raised his palm to see the blood on his hand, then looked at Han Sen in astonishment, and then yelled at Han Sen: "How did the boss treat you all these years?" So, you know it in your heart! Han Sen, don’t you know what’s good and what’s wrong! Do you think you can live to this day without the boss covering you! You’ve been killed in the cell a long time ago!”

Han Sen pointed a gun at Xia Zuo, listening to Xia Zuo's words, there was no expression on his face.It's just that he took off his suit slowly and put it on the clean seat.

"Of course I know what he did to me, and you know it too."

Han Sen looked at Xia Zuo coldly, then stretched out his hand suddenly, pulled Xia Zuo's hair, and forced Xia Zuo to look straight at his face, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, his dark eyes, staring straight at him. Xia Zuo, "Apart from taking me to bed, what else did he do?"

"Han Sen, it seems that you are really tired of living!"

Xia Zuo is not a man who has never seen the world. Even if he is held by Han Sen now, he still looks at Han Sen fiercely without changing his face.

If Han Sen kills himself now, Nietzsche will definitely not let him go.

"Tired of life? Let me tell you, I'm really tired of life when I'm with Lutheran."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen violently pulled Xia Zuo off the car and threw him on the street.

Xia Zuo fell on the street, and just about to get up, Han Sen lifted his foot mercilessly, and then stepped heavily on Xia Zuo's chest.

"Cough cough..."

Han Sen's fierce kick was aimed at killing Xia Zuo, so he used a lot of strength.

Xia Zuo opened his mouth in pain, and then heard a "click". Xia Zuo felt that the ribs around his chest were probably broken, so he opened his mouth and coughed fiercely, and faint blood streaked from the corner of his mouth It slipped down, and her beautiful face turned pale in an instant.

He really didn't expect Han Sen to be so powerful.

It was still raining heavily, Han Sen's body became wet, and his black hair stuck to his forehead, as if he had walked out of the water.

"Do you think everyone likes being fucked by men like you?"

Han Sen stepped hard on Xia Zuode's neck with the soles of his feet, a ruthless look appeared in his eyes.

While struggling, Xia Zuo looked at Han Sen's face, as if he wanted to find a crack in a wall, and then laughed and said, "Ha! Let me tell you, Han Sen! Boss, call me today Your leg was crippled! Now you kill me and I accept my fate! But let me tell you, you know what kind of temperament the boss is! Even if you kill me now, the boss doesn’t care about you, Han Sen! "

Han Sen looked at Xia Zuo calmly, his expression became colder and colder,

"Care? Why do I want him to care about me? I will always control his body until he dies. His body cannot be separated from me. What do I need his heart for?"

You really think I care about that bitch.You think too much.Xia Zuo. "

Hearing what Han Sen said, Xia Zuo was taken aback suddenly, because Xia Zuo was facing death, Xia Zuo's beautiful face was more or less fearful, and at the same time looked at Han Sen with a puzzled expression: "You?...Ah!... ..."

Han Sen raised his foot suddenly and broke Xia Zuo's neck. At the moment of his death, Xia Zuo heard the sound of his Adam's apple and spine breaking.I felt a large amount of warm liquid slipping down from the corner of my mouth, and it tasted fishy and sweet.

"Ahhh!..."

The woman passing by on the road screamed and ran away when she saw this scene.

Han Sen glanced at the woman indifferently, then turned and walked towards the car.

As soon as Han Sen picked up the umbrella on the car, Qiu Ye ran over from behind and returned to the car with Xia Zuode's body in his arms.

"Take my suit."

Han Sen looked at Akino, then turned to look at the shop across the street.

"Let's go! Han Sen!"

Qiu Ye yelled, Han Sen had the courage to commit crimes in the street, and they had to leave before the police came.

Han Sen waved his hand,

"Akino, you go first, deal with their corpses, and I'll go shopping."

"what are you looking for?!"

Qiu Ye hurriedly asked Han Sen, at this moment, Han Sen could still think of shopping.

Han Sen pointed to the shop selling shoes across the street.

"I'm going to buy a pair of shoes for Nietzsche."

After speaking, Han Sen walked towards the shop.

"Tsk, pervert."

Qiu Ye said in a low voice, reached out to wipe his face, looked at Han Sen's back, looked a little puzzled, then turned around and lifted his legs to get into the bloody car, and then drove out quickly.

Holding an umbrella in his hand, Han Sen watched as Qiu Ye drove away from the city and walked into the luxuriously decorated shop.

"Sir...excuse me...what do you want?..."

The salesperson saw blood stained on the white shirt, and Han Sen, who was holding a blue plaid umbrella in his hand and wet all over, came in. He was stunned immediately, holding the counter with both hands, staring at Han Sen without blinking. Trembling, he asked Han Sen what he wanted.

Han Sen put away the umbrella, glanced around, then took out the wallet from his clean suit, pointed to a pair of shoes on the display stand and said, "I'll buy that pair, size [-]."

"Okay... okay...! Sir! Wait a moment!"

The clerk quickly took the matching size shoes off the counter, wrapped the shoes and handed them to Han Sen with trembling hands.

Han Sen carried the bag,

"How much."

"Three, 3000 yuan."

Han Sen nodded, and threw a stack of banknotes on the counter, "Thank you", Han Sen walked to the door with a shopping bag, opened his umbrella, and walked towards the meeting place with Shen Zui.