Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Thunder rang out all over the sky, and at the same time as lightning flashed across the sky, the person standing in front of the sofa swung his knife down.

"Push."

The medical journal was split into two, and Ah Gou threw away the torn magazine in his hand, and held the fruit knife without any sleepiness in his eyes.

"Drip drip drip drip."

Outside the door where the wind and rain were mixed, the electronic door lock issued an orderly rhythmic sound, which became the accompaniment of the two people in front of the sofa wrestling into a ball.

Wang Chengle, who was hiding next to the cardboard box, wanted to rush up to help, but just as he walked halfway, he heard the sound of the electronic door unlocking behind him.

Before he could return to the spot and hide, the door was opened from the outside.

Wearing a black raincoat, Jiang Xun stood in front of the opened door, looking at the two fighting figures in the distance and the mute standing in the middle of the living room.

Laughing and rushing forward, the shining needle was the first to kill Wang Chengle who wanted to escape.

The person who threw away the needle, shook off the rain on his head, took out a second needle from his pocket, and walked towards the sofa.

On the sofa, Song Jianyu held the fruit knife in his palm and approached the other person's heart inch by inch, "I'm going to kill you!"

A Gou's palm was full of blood, and the man subdued under him looked at the young man above him whose veins were bursting with force, "If you kill me, no one will ever be able to prove Song Zongming's innocence, and you It will also become like me, a murderer!"

Song Jianyu clenched the handle tightly, pouring all his strength into the fruit knife, and when the knife tip touched the neck of the person under him, blood immediately flowed out, "It doesn't matter, no one in this world will know that I killed it. You, just like you killed those seven victims and framed my father, no one will remember or know your existence from now on."

The moment the sharp fruit knife was stained with blood, Song Jianyu looked at the pair of eyes below him quietly watching him, and was in a trance for a moment.

The strength of resistance under him disappeared in an instant, and as long as he stabbed hard, he would be able to avenge Song Zongming.

A Gou looked up at the young man who was struggling with human nature, and from the corner of his eye, Jiang Xun watched Jiang Xun step by step, holding the needle tightly and walking towards the two, and said calmly, "In that case, you can kill me."

The fruit knife lost its resistance in the opposite direction, and is now completely held by Song Jianyu in his palm.

Song Jianyu pursed his lips tightly, the grey-haired Song Zongming, the resentful Qin Shiguan, and Song's mother, who had lived in panic and fear for half her life, gritted her teeth and raised the fruit knife.

Turning around suddenly, he waved his hand out, the sharp point of the knife slashed across his eyes, and a stream of bright red and warm blood sprayed down on the wind and rainy glass window, splashing blossoming plum blossoms.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Jiang Xun covered his bloody face and suddenly fell to his knees, howling.

In the next second, he was forcibly pulled up from the ground. Song Jianyu grabbed his neck and put the dagger across Jiang Xun's neck. He pushed the needle off his hand with his knee, and stared at him fiercely like a wolf. Jiang Xun was under control.

"Thinking to conspire to attack me? Do you think I didn't hear the door opening, or didn't see you knock down Wang Chengle? Huh?"

Jiang Xun let go of his palm covering his left face, and a ten-centimeter bloody gash ran from his cheek to his jawbone.

The blood was flowing down unstoppably, and the man whose face was covered with blood ignored the fruit knife on his neck, and looked excitedly at Song Jianyu who was controlling him: "Sure enough, I did not arrest the wrong person when I arrested you. I just like your personality that is not afraid of death."

A Gou clutched his injured neck, tore up his shirt and bandaged the wound temporarily, and stood up from the sofa.

Song Jianyu held Jiang Xun back in the direction of the open door in the distance, and the sharp point of the knife was pressed against Jiang Xun's neck: "I want to leave here, anyone who dares to stop me will kill Jiang Xun first!" !"

Jiang Xun, who was being held hostage, followed him back out together.

A Gou stood in front of the sofa, stopped the blood on his neck, and watched the two figures retreat step by step without saying a word.

Backing all the way to the door, Song Jianyu pulled Jiang Xun into the rain curtain, and the heavy rain was majestic, surrounded by towering trees.

Song Jianyu dragged Jiang Xun into the rain curtain barefoot, and saw a white BYD not far away.

He pulled the person in his hand, and several times the fruit knife couldn't control his strength and moved forward, leaving several thin bloody mouths on Jiang Xun's neck.

Dragging people to the front of the car, Song Jianyu pushed Jiang Xun in front of the car and rummaged through his pockets to find the car keys.

"Baby, do you really know how to drive?" Jiang Xun looked at the pale young man in front of him, opened the car door with trembling fingers, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows, "It seems that you and that guy really don't get along, so you can't live here." I can't wait to leave him this way after two days."

"Crack! Shut up!"

Song Jianyu moved the fruit knife an inch forward, raised his palm and hit the self-talking face without hesitation.

The person sitting in the driver's seat kicked the person in his hand flying after starting the car, closed the door and rushed out with the accelerator pedal.

Jiang Xun, who was pushed to the ground, was kicked and coughed violently. He got up from the ground and looked at the white BYD that was leaving quickly in the dark.

On the big tree house in the distance, Jiang Wu has been sitting here for 10 minutes, looking at the two people who ran out of the room below, the person listening to the song with earphones, silently picked up the shotgun beside him.

As the car starts to leave the scene, aim the direction and pull the wrench.

"once."

Jiang Wu chewed his gum, and snapped the wrench for the second time with a cold expression.

"twice."

The speeding vehicle made harsh noises in the rainy night, and the moment the window shattered, Song Jianyu quickly lowered his head to protect his head.

Countless shattered glass brought wind and rain, and the hands that were pressing on the steering wheel were cut beyond recognition.

The body shook violently.

Jiang Wu on the tree house on a rainy night listened to the drum music in the earphones, raised his shotgun and pointed it at the white BYD without hesitation: "Three times."

The burst tire caused the vehicle that was stabilized just now to lose control again and rushed into the distant farmland.

After continuing forward for a few hundred meters, stop completely.

Jiang Wu looked at the BYD parked in the farmland, tilted his head, put down his hands and jumped off the tree, and walked up to Jiang Xun: "Brother?"

Jiang Xun covered the wound on his face and looked at the parked vehicle in the distance: "Go and bring him back."

In the farmland, Song Jianyu pushed the popped airbag, struggled to open the car door and climbed out, and walked away from the house step by step.

He held the fruit knife tightly all the time.

When the unscathed Jiang Wu appeared in front of him, Song Jianyu held the fruit knife in his hand and looked at the young man in front of him, feeling absurd for the first time in his life.

Song Jianyu retreated step by step, looking up at Jiang Wu in front of him with sarcasm: "If I knew that the price of changing fate was to add another villain to this world, I would not have stopped Jiang Xun from killing you back then. .”

Jiang Wu frowned, not understanding what the man in front of him meant: "My brother won't kill me, come back with me and don't force me to do it."

"Won't kill you? Before you were born, he started to think of ways to kill you. If you don't believe me, go back and ask him now, who was the person who put radiation in the body of the ceramic angel?"

The person who spoke then staggered. He looked back and found that he had retreated to the end of the farmland. Behind him was a pond with no end in sight in the dark. Several giant crocodiles poked their heads out of the pond. Zhong quietly watched the humans on the shore.

Jiang Wu also saw that pond, and the person who stopped looked at the stubborn figure in front of him, "Maybe my brother did this kind of thing before, but you don't understand that he is different from the past now, come back with me. Make sure he won't kill you."

"What guarantee do you take?" Song Jianyu had no choice but to retreat, looking at the crocodiles waiting patiently behind him.

"Because my brother has never killed anyone, so he won't make an exception for you."

After Jiang Wu finished speaking decisively, Song Jianyu lowered his head and thought for a few seconds, looking at more and more crocodiles in the pond, he smiled wryly: "Do I still have a choice?"

Jiang Wu walked up to Song Jianyu who gave up his resistance, took out the prepared needle in his pocket, and patiently persuaded him: "Don't worry, what I told you is true, my brother really won't kill you."

The needle tube bubbling with cold liquid was pressed against the jugular vein of Song Jianyu's neck. The moment Jiang Wu pressed the needle tube to push the liquid in, a fruit knife slipped from his sleeve and pierced his abdomen.

The two fell to the ground at the same time, Song Jianyu blocked the needle on the neck with one hand, and rotated the fruit knife 180 degrees on the abdomen with the other.

"From the second I saw you here, I didn't believe every word you said."

Song Jianyu pulled out the bloody fruit knife and stabbed it mercilessly for the second time: "Your appearance now makes my act of saving you once a joke."

Jiang Wu fell to the ground, opened his eyes and looked at the young man in disbelief, and when he wanted to say something, blood foamed from his mouth: "I...I'm not..."

"You really let me down." Song Jianyu looked at the man on the ground who couldn't stand up at all, got up and clenched the fruit knife in his hand and stumbled to the distance.