Step, step, step...
Dio walked towards the interior of the manor on a road paved with blood. The sounds of resistance had gradually changed from intense to sparse, and it was estimated that it would soon return to calm.
At a certain high point, Frank, who was holding a sniper rifle and taking in all of this through the scope, stood up silently, quickly put the sniper rifle back into the black travel bag, and then walked down without saying a word.
"It seems I'm not needed here anymore..."
That guy was countless times more powerful than he had imagined, and his way of killing was so strange that he couldn't discover any pattern until everyone in his sight was dead.
If Kingpin is really here right now, then... he is dead.
Frank, who had sentenced Kingpin to death in his heart, soon disappeared.
. . . . . . . . .
"Excuse me, is anyone home? There is a package from Mr. Jin Bing. Please come down and sign for it."
Dio walked into the luxurious building and pretended to be naughty. He was not afraid of any traps and ambushes waiting for him inside, because the Hanged Man would not allow such a thing to happen. After everyone outside was killed, he sneaked into the house and began to look for prey.
"It looks like I have to deliver this 'package' myself."
Dio muttered to himself, then looked in a certain direction and walked upstairs at a leisurely pace.
At the same time, on the top floor of the manor, the air was filled with smoke. Kingpin was enjoying the mellow taste of a Cuban cigar, but his eyes were fixed on the surveillance video. Dio's last look seemed to penetrate the camera and pierce directly into his chest.
"Are those people outside the entire remaining armed force?"
"Yes, that's all we have left. The rest are all... dead."
Jin Bing's men answered tremblingly that whenever he thought of the tragedy that had just happened and the enemy's bizarre and unpredictable way of killing, he wished he could hide back in his mother's womb, or it would be best if he had never been born.
That's really horrible!
Even if they were facing enemies that were ten or a hundred times their number, they would feel hopeless and invincible, but they would not be so desperate that they would lose all morale and break out in cold sweats.
At least when they face enemies that are thousands times more numerous than them, they can still fight back and vent their anger.
But facing the current situation, what can they do
Is there a better way than hiding and waiting to die
The enemy who is walking towards here step by step at this moment, no, is not a human, but a devil, the human representative of the god of death, and that devil will soon kill us.
"Are you scared?"
Jin Bing puffed out smoke and glanced at him.
"No, no, I, I..."
"Why should you be afraid? In fact, everyone will die. It's just a matter of time, right?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, Boss, I shouldn't..."
boom!
Suddenly there was a gunshot, and the man fell on his back before he could finish his words. There was a bloody hole on his head from which blood was gushing out. Although his eyes had lost their luster, they were still trying to stay open, as if he had not expected that this would be his end. But it was also good this way, at least he didn't have to face that devil anymore.
Jin Bing gently put down his gun, stood up, walked to the corpse and squatted, then silently put the half-smoked cigar into the man's mouth.
"Do you understand now? No one knows who will die suddenly at any time. It may be an accident, an unexpected event, or an accidental bullet, just like now. So there is nothing to be afraid of. People will die if they are killed. It's a pity that you understand this truth too late."
After he finished speaking, he walked out with an indifferent look on his face. After looking around at the low morale, he shouted, "Raise your weapons! I promise here that everyone who dies in battle will receive a pension of one million US dollars. If anyone can kill the enemy outside, the reward of 100 million US dollars will be given without fail!"
As the saying goes, there will always be brave men when there is a big reward!
Why do these people do dangerous work every day and put their heads on their belts? It's all for money!
Not to mention the 100 million US dollars, there is also a million US dollars in compensation if you die in battle. This deal is a must!
Jin Bing's promise immediately aroused the courage and morale of the remaining twenty or so people. They were going to die anyway, so why not give it a try.
As for whether the post-money payment will be paid and the promise will be fulfilled, they no longer have control over that.
So more than 20 guns were pointed at the stairs. At this time, no matter what appeared, they would open fire instantly and shoot it into a sieve. This idea gave them some confidence.
What they didn't know was that at this moment, a terrifying killer with bandages wrapped around his body was hiding in the colorfully destroyed glass chandelier above their heads, looking at his prey coldly.
The footsteps are getting closer...
Gudong
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the air was eerily quiet. The sound of several people swallowing their saliva was so nervous that it was clearly audible, and beads of sweat instantly condensed and kept sliding down their cheeks.
Then, suddenly a round object was thrown over from there.
"Grenade! Evade!"
The person standing in the front, after seeing clearly what it was, immediately roared and rushed towards the shelter, while the others also quickly moved away in panic.
But after a few seconds, something embarrassing happened. The grenade lay quietly on the floor, with no sign of exploding at all. Someone brave enough stepped forward to take a closer look and discovered that it was indeed a grenade, but it was intact and had not exploded at all. Even the pull ring was still intact on the grenade.
In other words, either the enemy was too dumb to even use a grenade, or they were being played like fools!
"Fuck!"
One man cursed angrily, then was about to pick up the grenade and throw it back.
But just as he walked to the grenade and bent down to pick it up, his head fell off as he bent down.
This was like a scene from a horror movie, where the person was frightened to death before he "escaped from death", much to the relief of the others.
The nerve that was stretched to the limit finally broke!
"Ahh! Go to hell!"
"Asshole, stop it, stop it!"
"My legs, my legs..."
. . . . . . . . . . .
A few people turned on the safety of their guns like crazy and started shooting indiscriminately at any place they thought was "dangerous".
The 'falsely accused' enemy was not hit, but many of his companions were hit by stray bullets. A few unlucky ones were even hit directly in the vital parts and fell to the ground without a sound in such a humiliating way.
Seeing that he was unable to stop these crazy companions, he gritted his teeth, slowly pointed the gun at them, and then pulled the trigger angrily!