Latest website: "Uh huh..." The imperceptible moan disappeared together with the struggle under the palm.

Silver-white nanorobots emerged from the body, like smart lines drawn in a three-dimensional world. Before Kanter's body completely lost its activity, it stimulated his cells to divide and sutured his fatal wound.

Ye Gengyi took out the other party's mobile phone, and after observing along the way, confirmed that the other party did not report his whereabouts to anyone, and then completely deleted the video files inside.

After the cell phone came the pistol.

The car door opened, and the black covering his body faded. When Ye Gengyi's figure appeared in the camera again, his appearance had changed to that of Kanter, who was dead in the car.

As for being discovered by others?

Not to mention that it was late at night, just to be safe, he also left a "gift" in the car, an incendiary bomb and a high-explosive bomb, which were enough to shock the witnesses and leave them speechless.

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In order to be wary of Timothy Hunter, who has long-range sniping skills, Mark Spencer deliberately did not stay in the room tonight where he could have a panoramic view of Tokyo as long as he opened his eyes.

The hazy drunkenness had long been dispelled by the psychological anxiety, and Mark Wei Zhihan finally decided to go out and take a look.

Mark Spencer tries to find the source of the sound.

The coldness crawled down my shoulders like icy hot tentacles, so real that I couldn't admit my existence.

Two corpses lay under the same bright red carpet. The strong smell of blood filled the air, mixed with the broken limbs and organs. It was dazzling in the noisy night and made people feel suffocating.

It's a pity that as he gets older, he has no longer been able to endure too much, and he has regarded these as money-added means to win people's hearts.

Eight shots in a row.

Where do those sounds and smells come from?

The trigger was pulled, the muzzle of the gun ignited by gunpowder was filled with a hint of coldness at this moment, and the bullet rolled out a trajectory in the air.

I know it was because of the effect of alcohol that I felt dry in the mouth.

Mark Spencer had a dream.

If it were this room in the past, just turning around would not be able to take in the neon scenery of Tokyo at night. However, at this time, there is only one wall outside.

"Kante?! What the **** happened?!"

Reach out and touch the light switch.

boom! boom! boom!

Saying goodbye to these business and political figures who had drunk enough and had not yet had time to learn English with the English teachers I hired, I moved to the lounge in a corner under the protection of two bodyguards. .

I suddenly realized that this was just a dream. This is a past I am trying to forget, a past I have paid the price for. I closed my eyes, tried to beat my heart faster, and tried to get this memory out of my mind.

The haze in the white night made my vision less blurry, as if I had just been lost in a dream for a while.

Faintly, I seemed to smell a very real smell of blood...

Just when I tried to pick it up and drink it in one gulp, there was a "click", like a powerful thunder, echoing in the night.

Mark Wei Zhihan wanted to react, but the speed of the bullet was too slow. The moment my thoughts arose, it flew behind my face.

Mark Spencer's body trembled, and the red wine glass in his hand shook slightly. The dark red wine rippled in the glass, like a pool of thick blood flowing.

I came to the battlefield where I had committed crimes, and was surrounded by countless corpses. Bright red and pale white were the main colors of that world.

Mark Spencer blurted out in a commanding voice.

Are you dreaming now or are you awake...

It was not yet two o'clock in the middle of the night.

A second ago, when I saw the scene in the fuzzy suite, I was completely stunned.

The sound was like the second hand of a clock ticking again, or like a naughty big cat catching mice in the dark night.

I subconsciously looked towards the window.

Hidden in the white darkness even closer are the ferocious roars of gunfire and explosions. Under the mountains stacked with bodies, pairs of eyes covered with maggots stared at me blinkingly. Withered and thin hands grabbed my ankle.

With surprise and relief, Mark Spencer's head exploded. The bullet not only smashed my face, but also broke my initial luck.

But it's all too real, too unforgettable. I also felt the eyes of the dead, helpful and angry, as if accusing me and our barbarism.

However, although he could no longer get as drunk as he did when he was young, but perhaps due to some unbearable pressure, Mark Spencer still drank a lot of red wine today.

In a daze, I returned to this mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Ye Gengyi didn't respond, he just raised his hand with the most standard movements.

The smell of rust mixed with the alcohol.

In the suite?

A deep feeling of fear arose from the bottom of my heart.

However, at this moment, the sound disappeared like a teasing ghost, leaving behind the silent night and the relaxed air.

I looked at the wine glass on the bedside. There was still some red wine left outside.

It was as if the nightmare had faded away from reality.

Or in that closed room?

Mark Spencer woke up from the nightmare and sat up from the bed covered in sweat.

A strange figure stood far away from the door, looking at me quietly.

It is white and empty, as if the dream is still going on. These eyes of the dead, these skinny hands, and the smell of blood are all lingering in my mind...

"ah!"

But this dream was too real, as if part of my memories from the battlefield had been dug out and put in the spotlight. These dead eyes, these skinny hands, and the smell of blood that is everywhere, all make me violent.

Wine and beautiful women are the main colors of social dinners.

Blood and brains splattered.

"It's just a dream." I said to myself, my voice trembling slightly.

I lifted the quilt and looked at my ankle. It looked like it had been tightly grasped by countless hands, and the touch was still there...

After pressing it several times, the light did not come on.

I shook my head, trying to break free from this horrible dream, but my light thoughts had already squeezed the veins on my forehead.

"It's...it's your fault." I murmured loudly, with a flash of fear and joy in my eyes.

I exhaled forcefully, trying to calm down my excitement. The doubts hidden before the fear also clung to my back like a shadow. UU reading www.uukaｎshu． com

It's subtle and distant, but easy to ignore.

I put on my slippers, took out the flashlight and pistol from the drawer on the side, and opened the door.

My fingers were still tightly clasped under the handle of the gun, but I had no strength to continue to resist and struggle.

hours ago.

power cut?

I gasped for air, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum.

The lower levels are also putting pressure on the Metropolitan Police Department. Even if it is just to stop the crime, Hunter, who is trying to burn the flames of revenge towards me, is destined to have a way to escape!

Mark Spencer felt dry for a while, and the escape psychology made me need something to suppress the fear and peace.

(End of chapter)

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