More than a dozen heavily armed people blocked the exit from the corner of the street and surrounded an intellectual girl with glasses.

These armed men are all mercenaries with knives and blood, and are employed by the bullies in this area.

The white girl with glasses ticked down to the ground with blood on her white left arm, holding a sharp knife in her right hand, looking at the mercenary coldly.

She is the killer who has been killing people everywhere recently, leaving messages of guilty people, the existence that scares the wicked, and the existence that the wicked want to get rid of.

She was originally an ordinary girl named Hill. She awakened her ability to kill because she killed the scumbags who bullied her friends. However, her friends stayed away from her. She gradually fell into loneliness and restlessness. One day she heard the story of a guilty killer. As a result, he was greatly affected, and finally found the place to realize his self-worth, so he embarked on the road of getting rid of social scum.

As the saying goes, there is no wet shoes standing by the river, she who kills people continuously, she was finally spotted, and when she assassinated a bully boss tonight, she was chased and killed by mercenaries hired by him.

"Haha, why didn't the little girl run away? I really enjoy the feeling of chasing, especially for a beautiful woman like you who wants a face and a face, a figure and a figure."

"Captain York, a woman shouldn't be considered a woman, she is obviously still a young child, but she can just be taught how to be a woman."

"Reddy, your kid is a worm, but the suggestion is good, I like it very much, this kind of girl should be very interesting to play."

"Hehe, she must be very tasteful, but she is guilty of killing people everywhere these days."

A tall and burly man York, a short young man Reddy, is the core figure of this mercenary. They stared at the glasses lady Hill, with raging **** in their eyes.

"Haha, that's true. It's worth noting that I have been with that waste for a few days, but I didn't expect that the guilty killer was a little girl. It's really interesting. Then I have to enjoy it, and then exchange it for a bounty. Finally take down the waste site."

York laughed like a winner in life, and looked at Hill as a prey for arbitrary slaughter.

"I am not a guilty killer, I am a guilty spokesperson."

Hill said lightly, holding the **** knife in his right hand and facing the mercenaries.

"Uh...haha, that's just right. I can play with women who are guilty assassins. It feels good to think about it. Anyway, you can also use you to catch the guilty assassin himself."

York was slightly startled, and when he calmed down, he laughed and said fiercely.

"Hehe, that's right, it's really good to kill two birds with one stone." Reddy followed with a smile.

"Well... That's it, I am also a guilty killer woman."

Hearing what the other party said, Hill didn't have any fear, but suddenly realized it, thinking about it, showing the same expression on his face.

Seeing Hill's reaction, York and Reddy showed incredible expressions on their faces. Is this guy's brain short-circuited? Which rib is still missing?

"I am his woman, then you will never catch him, because you are all going to die here."

Hill had sharp eyes and murderous aura, like a ghost who had just returned from the underworld.

"...Fuck, I really dare to say it, but Lao Tzu just likes a hard-mouthed girl like you, you all give me Lao Tzu, remember to catch alive."

York looked upset at Hill, the guy with a hard duck beak dies, and then I will see how I play with you.

"Encircle her, see how she runs?"

In an instant, several heavily armed mercenaries pounced directly on Hill, rushing in different directions, forming an encirclement, ready to capture him.

"I won't run because there are few people here."

Hill stood motionless. When the enemy approached, she moved, twisted her body, stepped out, avoiding the grappling hand of a mercenary, and the knife in her hand stretched out and pierced into the opponent's arm sharply. With a strong pull, the sharp blade split his arm in half, and blood spurted out, splashed onto the body, and dyed his clothes red.

"Ah!!" the mercenary cried out in pain and distorted.

Immediately afterwards, the knife drew out, and the sharp blade slashed at the neck. He cut it open, blood spurting out like spring water, and fell down unbelievably.

"This!!"

The mercenary next to him was terrified. This girl is so decisive and cruel to kill!

At this moment, the knife in Hill's hand stabs out swiftly, like flowing water, and plunges fiercely into the knees of the attacking mercenary's legs, twists and draws it out, making it disabled and unable to move, cutting off the mercenary's neck mercilessly, and blood is flowing. Let him die with his neck covered, a fatal blow pierced into the heart of the mercenary, without any suspense, let him die instantly, all kinds of fluent methods, all kinds of brutal killing methods...

"This guy!!"

"how is this possible!?"

York and Reddy's faces were extremely embarrassed, and they were completely unbelievable when they watched their brothers of good strength being brutally and ruthlessly tortured!

That's a real elite, one person can resist dozens of thugs!

It's cut to death like a Chinese cabbage!

Is there a mistake!

This must be an illusion!

York suddenly remembered the legend of a guilty killer. He couldn't help but feel cold. The rumor that a guilty killer is better than a monster seems to be true. Otherwise, how could his woman be so strong!

"Fuck, it's really unlucky. No wonder your mouth is so hard. It turns out that it's so hard to chew. Since I choose to deal with you, I will chew no matter how hard it is."

"Reddy, your kid and Lao Tzu are going together. It's not easy to let her go. Try to catch her alive. Lao Tzu must enjoy her, otherwise the dead brothers will be worthless."

"I know, I don't want her to die or run away. This kind of hard bones can only be tasted after gnawing."

Reddy glanced lightly at his dead companion, and finally his eyes fell on the spectacle lady Hill, who became more and more excited.

At this moment, York rushed towards Hill like a chariot, and his fists with metal gloves blasted out, locking Hill's calves.

Reddy followed closely, with the sharp claws in his hand, aimed at Hill's arm holding the knife.

"My talent, my value, is to clean up your social rubbish." The blood-stained Hill said lightly. ..