"who?"
The two men were startled and when they turned around they found that they were being aimed at by a heavy submachine gun. A pair of heavy black boots belonging to the men walked into the house covered with mud. The thick soles of the shoes stomped fiercely on the muddy ground, step by step, slowly and gracefully, heavily and agilely, like a hunter, forcing the prey into a dead end step by step, leaving it with no escape.
It was only then that they saw the man in front of them clearly.
He was tall, with an upright posture, his black shirt tucked into his waistband, and black suit pants that made his legs look long and strong. He was as steep as a jagged rock, and his whole body exuded an aura of sharpness and steepness, full of danger and danger, which was the breath of death.
He was holding the gun, and he looked like he was strolling in the garden.
A pair of eyes, like the abyss of hell, so deep that it can torture a person to death; sharp lips, bright red like blood, so enchanting and evil that it is frightening.
At first sight, they were intimidated by the opponent's momentum, lost the chance to resist, and were completely controlled.
Lying at his feet, the only life-saving talisman turned into a death warrant in an instant.
"Ha-" The man made a sound similar to laughter in his throat, and casually put down the gun in his hand and raised it in his hand: "You have lost your only chance to fight against me."
Obviously the threat aimed at their heads had been moved away, but instead of feeling the slightest bit relieved, they became even more terrified. Every string in their brains was tensely stretched, and their bodies were so stiff that they didn't feel like their own. It was as if someone had grabbed their throats, and they had lost all ability to resist. They were at the mercy of others, at the mercy of others.
This man is so scary!
"Do you know who I am?" Si Yuanzhen walked towards them with a gun in hand and an aggressive step.
His deep gaze fell on the only woman in the room. She was curled on the ground, apparently unconscious. Her long hair was spread out on the ground, covering her face. Her light grey sweater was stained with blood. The glaring red color stimulated him to the point of almost losing his mind.
He suddenly wanted to kill someone.
Only blood can awaken his lost sanity.
When people are terrified to the limit, they don’t even have the courage to run away: “You… you don’t come over here!”
The two gangsters retreated step by step, with regret, fear and panic flashing across their faces. Their brains were blank and they had long lost the ability to think. How could they determine the identity of the man in front of them
"I..." Si Yuanzhen pointed at his nose with his thumb and grinned, his white teeth shining with cold light: "Si Yuanzhen, the one who holds the power of the Si family, is known as Si Jiuye!"
The low and hoarse voice was so cold and charming that it was frightening.
"Master Si Jiu—"
The two gangsters' minds were completely tense. Their stiff bodies softened, their knees sank, and they knelt in front of Si Yuanzhen.
These three words seemed to sentence them to death in an instant, leaving no room for maneuver.
They weren't in big trouble.
But the god of death.
Master Si Jiu, the patriarch of the Yundian Si family, was rumored to be extremely bloody, cruel, inhumane, vicious and cunning, and no one dared to provoke him.
The three words "Master Si Jiu" are almost synonymous with the devil, and the same is true for stopping a child from crying.
Si Yuanzhen pointed at Ye Jinwu lying on the ground and smiled more charmingly: "Do you know who she is?"
He raised the gun in his hand, placed it in his palm, and tapped his palm gently with the gun, as if he was weighing the weight of the submachine gun, or measuring how much damage the gun could cause.
His eyes were fixed on the two people in front of him.
He seemed to be thinking about how to deal with them.
The willpower of the two bandits had long been broken by the influence of the three words "Master Si Jiu". They knelt on the ground, sweating profusely, their bodies trembling, and they didn't even dare to beg for mercy.
Si Yiyan smiled like a devil: "Her name is Ye Jinwu, I..." Then, the smile on his face gradually faded, and his whole body exuded a bloody and brutal aura: "The woman who will spend my life with me...ah..."
The last word "Ah" was suddenly uttered with a fierce, hoarse voice, and a strong breath of brutality came to his face. Si Yuanzhen swung the heavy submachine gun in his hand, and hit the two bandits in the face twice, one forward and one backward.
"ah-"
There were shrill sounds, and it was extremely tragic. The two bandits were beaten to the ground, their heads were broken and bleeding, blood splattered from their mouths, and a few bloody teeth were also sprayed out along with the blood and fell to the ground.
Si Yuanzhen looked at the people lying on the ground, twitching like two dead dogs, with one foot on the neck of one gangster and one hand holding a gun with the muzzle pointing at the neck of another gangster.
Si Yuanzhen chuckled, her smile was cold and contemptuous: "Do you know who fired the bullet in her left shoulder?"
Si Yuanzhen does not believe in Buddhism, he only believes in himself.
He has no faith, so he has no good or evil.
With a body full of sins of murder, he walked alone in the hell, with no return, life or death.
Buddha does not save three people.
Those without fate will not be saved, those without faith will not be saved, and those without wish will not be saved!
He has all three of these, so if Buddha doesn't save me, I will become a demon myself.
“Mercy… Mercy… Mercy…” The pain eroded their sanity, and only then did they react and beg for mercy, even if it was just a glimmer of hope, they wanted to survive.
Si Yuanzhen ignored their pleas for mercy and said as if jokingly: "It was me. I was aiming at the enemy's heart..." In the last second, she was still smiling, gorgeous and unparalleled, but in the next second, she was a devil from the abyss, cruel and cold: "How dare you use her to block the bullet."
The gun in his hand suddenly knocked one of them flying, and the shrill scream was terrifying.
Si Yuanzhen has been killing people since he was ten years old. In all these years, he has never failed. Only this time, when facing the gangster who was holding his beloved woman hostage, he hesitated with the gun in his hand. Because of that momentary hesitation, he gave the other party a chance to counterattack, and finally he suffered the bitter fruit of that shot and became the woman he loved.
He watched the bullet shoot into her body.
I could almost hear the sound of "pop" entering the flesh.
At that moment, he wanted to kill someone madly.
Si Yuanzhen sneered and looked at the two gangsters lying on the ground: "Do you know how I like to kill people the most?"
He was the ruler of the Xia Si family, Lucifer, the supreme devil, the head of the Si family, who was proficient in both the black and white worlds and was fearless, but he was threatened and controlled by a mere bandit.
He watched the rat running away in front of him, but he couldn't fire a second shot with the gun in his hand.
The two gangsters were already dying and couldn't even speak.
"Torture and killing." Si Yuanzhen uttered two frightening words: "It's the kind of method that makes people want to live but cannot, want to die but cannot."
In the dark and narrow room, a bloody and brutal scene was taking place, and the sound of shrill screams was endless.