The Death Knell

It's true that Donna would be happy to help Deathstroke kill, but it's best not to let her do it. After all, she is a member of the Zhenglian, and it would not be good if the news got out. After all, there is no impenetrable wall in the world.

Besides, Su Ming didn't need others' help to deal with a group of ordinary people.

"Here, go ahead, I'll fight for you." Deathstroke took out the gun that Gabriel had used before, and handed it to Bobo: "You haven't experienced the feeling of being Rambo before, have you?" ? Galloping in the hail of bullets, and now the opportunity has come, the gun is given to you, or the blue fire."

But Bobo didn't take the gun at all, he even retracted his hands into his sleeves, shaking his head like a rattle:

"The length of this rifle is taller than my height. How can I use it? Also, recently I am cultivating my peace of mind and want to learn gardening, so let's forget killing people. But I can testify to you , The people in this room should not be good people, their defense level is as if they are preparing for the doomsday battle."

Not only did he not hold a weapon, but his black face seemed to have turned white.

Su Ming picked up the gun speechlessly, took off the muffler, took out a silencer from his pocket and slowly screwed it on the muzzle:

"Look at the excuse you made. Your Forgotten Bar doesn't even have a piece of land. Why do you learn gardening? To play the electronic farm on social networks?"

Donna who was standing by the side had already expected Bobo's choice. The orangutan, despite his fierce mouth, often said that he would tear someone's mouth and skin off someone, but in fact he never hurt anyone.

Not to mention killing people, he didn't even have a record of wounding people. At most, he just took a few sword strikes and chopped down a few monsters.

"Hehe, you should say that you want to study art." She took Bobo with a smile and put it on her shoulder: "Next time Deathstroke goes to your bar and you can't see artwork, you can still excuse that your research is Performance Art."

"Hehe." Bobo smiled wryly. Could it be that he couldn't think of things that even Donna could think of?

It's just that I don't want to use such a good excuse this time. What if I arrange something I don't want to do next time at the death knell, and then I run out of good excuses?

A woman is a prodigal. Once she says this now, such a good excuse is tantamount to scrapping.

He shook his head speechlessly, but the warm scene also made Su Ming laugh out loud. He pulled the bolt of the gun with a click, leaned against the fence to prepare for the intrusion, and let Hangsha go to pick the lock: "Okay, dog left, find Find the smell of the murderer who killed you, and we will start work."

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How could ordinary bodyguards be able to stop Deathstroke's dark night raid? Even if another death knell came over, without Su Ming's pile of props and abilities, it would be easy to pick up some bodyguards in the original state just out of the army.

Su Ming didn't use a gun for a while, so he took the opportunity to experience the game of hunting wild ducks.

On a night when the sky was full of stars and the moon was not very bright, many bodyguards on patrol were shot in the head silently without even knowing where the bullets came from.

Are they innocent and what is their story? Su Ming doesn't care.

Anyway, they also use money to do things, so they should be mentally prepared to die for money, right?

Gousheng has been looking for the scent of the murderer. Although strangling can do the job, but seeing a dog running in front of him, turning his head and wagging his tail from time to time, always makes people feel good, like running freely in the grassland Enjoy the joy of living with animals.

"biubiubiu......."

While running forward, the assault rifle in Deathstroke's hand kept firing, and the weak whistle-like sound continued to be heard, and corpses fell one after another.

Deathstroke's gun technique is obviously much better than Gabriel's. Before he shoots, he can ensure that the opponent's body is falling softly and slowly instead of falling suddenly and making a sound.

After walking through a courtyard road several kilometers long, through a maze of hedges as big as four football fields, and around an artificial lake-like fountain, he finally led his teammates into the villa perfectly.

"There are quite a lot of hidden whistle on the road. If ordinary people come in, it's really easy to overturn."

Su Ming closed the door with his backhand, and leaned against the door to look at the interior decoration of the building. At the same time, it also let Donna breathe a sigh of relief. Even though she was also a god-made body, the more than 4,000 meters she ran from the gate of the manor to here in 20 seconds was still belonged to. Anaerobic exercise.

"How many shots did you fire? I can't count."

Bobo blinked his eyes in the dark, and he was also admiring the decoration style here.

How about the interior decoration of the villa...Have you been to a modernist art gallery? Yeah, that's pretty much it, and there's no paintings or art, just some very rich nouveau riche decorations.

For example, as soon as you enter the main entrance, there is a luxury yacht parked in front of you. Bobo's estimate should be worth tens of millions of dollars, but obviously it is not used to drive, but is placed in the house as a decoration.

"Eighty-three shots, there is a fraction, which means that there should be security personnel in the building." Su Ming glanced at the yacht, touched his chin, and then in a blue light, the beautiful white yacht disappeared.

That's right, it's considered a guarantee, and this trip was not in vain.

With their own level of technology and productivity, it is easy to build a space cruise ship, but this is not for nothing.

Anyway, the family will never have the chance to take a boat again.

The moonlight was hazy, and it was quiet outside the window, but there were occasional rustling sounds in the room, as if someone was moving upstairs.

"Then let's get it done quickly, and catch the person we want~www.NovelMTL.com~ Hey, my waist." Bobo did a stretching exercise, he has been busy at the bar all day, magician They come to drink regardless of day or night, they come whenever they want.

"Okay, then we will speed up and strangle!"

Su Ming is as good as others, and he directly let the strangulation do it.

In the night, the black sludge-like substance flowed out from the gaps in his armor, spreading out like a spider web, and tentacles began to move along different corridors and door cracks. It would search for all the survivors in the house, and then kill them on the spot. Hanged.

Some people are still asleep, some people are vigilant after waking up, and some stay up late drinking and playing games, but without exception, they can't even scream under the terrorist attack of alien creatures.

Just a few seconds later, the strangulation flowed back into the host's body.

"Hmm."

It has good news and bad news.

The good news is that the game console that Shazam wanted was found, and it was a factory-made version with a gold casing. The boy must be very happy to get this thing.

In addition, this family is engaged in the human trafficking business. The adjutant has sent hundreds of South American girls locked up in the basement directly to the police station, and this month's monthly charity quota has been successfully completed.

The bad news is that it did not find the black man named Deli in the villa.

It just killed Deli's parents, his wife and children, his housekeeper and maid, his gardener and driver, and a bunch of 'playmates' parasitic in his house, surviving bodyguards, etc., a total of 132 people .

But without a key person, the family still can't be tidy. Hang said that he learned obsessive-compulsive disorder from the host, and felt uncomfortable about this situation!

At this time, the adjutant also projected out, and replayed the process of strangling for Bobo and Donna to prevent the information from being out of sync.