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"Stop talking nonsense, don't ask questions that shouldn't be asked, and close the hatch!" The captain was a lean man, shouting at the top of his voice: "After entering the scene for a while, you don't need to report anything moving, just fire!"

"Anything can happen inside, remember, no matter what we see or hear, it's all fake!" the captain emphasized, "I just say this, even if you see the regiment leader standing inside, give it to you. I'm bombarding the motherfucker!"

"clear!"

...

On the outskirts, a semi-abandoned building.

In the last century-style room, an old man slowly opened his eyes from the bed. A simple wooden bed was next to the wall. The walls were mottled and light green paint remained.

And by his pillow, a silver pistol was quietly placed.

The cold moonlight shone in from the window and sprinkled on Gong Zhe's haggard face. He was old and out of shape, his eye sockets were sunken, and his skin was strangely pale, like a corpse that had been left for a long time.

At this moment, he stared silently at the pistol. This pistol belonged to one of the few men he could call a friend. This pistol was the life of a man and never left him.

Now the pistol is here, then his friend is dead.

"Hee hee hee..." A strange laughter came from not far away, a woman dressed as a nurse sat with her back to him, sitting in the shadows, her shoulders trembling with laughter, "Why, recognize this shot, right?"

The laughter became more and more weird, as if it came from all directions, "After all, the Minister is your best friend, hee hee hee... You would never have imagined that before he died, he was expecting you to save him."

"Bonemaker, such a big name, but now it's obsolete. He's a useless old man. He needs to be hidden here and protected. It's really pitiful..."

The voice continued, and each sentence was more resentful. Gong Zhe just looked down at the gun beside his pillow, no one knew what he was thinking.

"Remember my name, I'm a puppet master. My master and two senior brothers died in your hands. Today, I want you to pay the price, so you can go and accompany you at ease..."

A shadow flashed across the ground in the room, and the next moment, Gong Zhe was standing in front of the window, holding a short, weirdly dressed guy in his hand.

Blood trickled down the man's tensed instep and splashed onto Gong Zhe's leg.

The puppet master had his hands in front of him, bent and deformed like chicken claws, his body kept shaking, and every now and then there was a sound of bones about to crack.

His head was raised, his neck was taut, his bloodshot eyes almost fell out, his mouth was wide open, blood bubbling continuously, and he made a "gurgling" sound.

Gong Zhe grabbed his head with one hand, lifted him up, and embedded his five fingers into his skull like steel bars.

"A trash like you can't kill him, who else?" Gong Zhe tightened his fingers, and the puppet master's head was squeezed and deformed, almost bursting open.

"Magician! Dancer! And... there is also the sword demon, the singer! The singer is also gone! But he died and was killed by the Minister!" The puppet master only knew at this moment the gap between him and Gong Zhe. How old, he didn't even see the figure clearly, he was found and pulled out of the darkness.

"Don't kill me, I'll give the gun back to you... I still have good things on me, the contract, the contract, right? I'll give it to you, let me go, let me go, it's all yours!"

After feeling the coldness on Gong Zhe's face, the puppet master loudly begged for mercy: "You can't kill me, I'm still useful, we have a big plan, not us, but the night watchmen, they plan to use us to attack major cities, I know their plans, keep me useful to you!"

"I'll find these people." Gong Zhe looked at the puppet master who was begging so hard, Tong Kong turned blood red, "You're right, I really need you right now."

Hearing that he was needed and barely saved his life, the puppet master gasped heavily, but the next second, in his sight, Gong Zhe suddenly opened his mouth wide and bit down on his neck.

About half an hour later, a sharp siren suddenly echoed throughout the building, and a dense and heavy footstep approached here.

"Dong Dongdong."

Someone knocked on the door.

"Mr. Gong, are you okay?" Although the visitor was in a hurry, his tone was still polite, "Mr. Gong?"

After not hearing the answer, the men no longer hesitated, and together they slammed the door open, and the old wooden door collapsed.

There was a thick layer of blood on the floor behind the window.

The blood was dripping and dripping all the way to the bed.

On the bed, a man was wrapped in the quilt at the moment, and his head was shrunk in the quilt. A man stepped forward and lifted the quilt. Inside was a twisted and shriveled corpse, with a broken head and a bitten neck. , the remaining half of his face was full of fear.

More importantly, they didn't know anyone about this person.

Not Gong Zhe...

"Quick, send a telegram to the headquarters! The base has been invaded, and Mr. Gong is missing!"

...

Rongcheng, a small and warm studio.

Jiang Cheng was eating hamburgers with red wine. There was an unpacked bag of French fries and a box of family buckets on the table. "Aren't you really going to eat some?" Jiang Cheng tilted his head~lightnovelpub.net~ He ordered it Takeout, I ordered a lot, enough for him and Fatty.

At this moment, the fat man just followed the aerobics, sweating profusely, he wiped his face with the towel hanging around his neck, shook his head, and said firmly: "No doctor, you can eat it yourself, I will practice kung fu later, review it. You taught me the fighting moves before."

During the conflict between the bar and the night watchman, the fat man used the movements taught by the doctor, and it worked well.

Seeing Fatty's determination to reject his favorite junk food, Jiang Cheng was deeply relieved. He took out another can of iced happy water, opened the tab with a "pop", took a sip, and narrowed his eyes happily. "Ah~~"

Watching Fatty exercising, as if he was exercising himself, didn't feel any guilt.

Because of the last ghost movie, Fatty stopped watching movies to practice his courage recently. Instead, he read horror novels and read them alone late at night.

When Jiang Cheng couldn't fall asleep one night, he suddenly saw the fat man on the sofa with his feet tucked into the quilt through the half-open bedroom door, and then gently crawled out of the bedroom, intending to scare him.

But halfway through the climb, he suddenly realized that the fat man was different from before. He knew how to kung fu. When he thought of Fatty's last flying leg, and now Jiangcheng's back molar still hurts, he thought again and again and climbed back the same way. .

Not because of fear, but in the middle of the night.

Just as Jiang Cheng was quietly crawling back, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a black figure standing on the wall. Jiang Cheng raised his head. The black figure first tilted his head to look at the fat man outside, then looked down at him, grinned, and smiled.

Jiang Cheng: "..."

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