Nightmare Attack

Chapter 1021 Execution Department

"I should have killed you back then." The middle-aged man unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and rolled up his cuffs, revealing his scarred wrists. "Today I want to make up for my previous mistakes."

Hearing that Zhou Jinwu's corpse laughed even more exaggeratedly, his two eyes were hanging up strangely, revealing the whites of his eyes, "My lord, you really don't cry when you see the coffin. Today...I'm going to dig out the door on you!"

Before the words were finished, several figures rushed out from the end of the corridor. There were guards with stiff expressions, and women with short hair and well-dressed clothes... These people, like Zhou Jinwu, were made into puppets, and they were walking with strange steps at the moment He rushed towards the middle-aged man.

"Hee hee hee……"

Without further hesitation, the middle-aged man suddenly pulled out a pistol from his pocket.

It was an old-fashioned revolver, a frighteningly large caliber with a badly worn ivory handle.

"boom!"

The gun flame from the muzzle of the gun instantly illuminated the man's stern face. The bullet with huge kinetic energy did not fly towards the puppet that was rushing towards him, but seemed to miss it, and flew towards the distant ceiling.

With a scream, a figure fell from the dark ceiling.

It was a small, stooped fellow in one of those old-time street jugglers' colored suits.

Beside him, half of his arm was still missing.

Naturally, the puppet master shrank into a ball, holding his broken arm and shouting for help. This large-caliber bullet directly tore his limbs. If he hadn't reacted quickly, the shot would have blown his head off.

After the puppet master was seriously injured, all the puppets lost control and fell to the ground one after another. Without thinking, the middle-aged man shot another shot at the puppet master's head.

The puppet master's face became distorted, and time seemed to be infinitely slowed down at this moment, and the trajectory of the warhead could even be seen clearly.

The middle-aged man suddenly frowned.

It doesn't seem like it's true!

But it wasn't time that was being slowed down, but his movements, and the speed at which the warhead was advancing.

There is an invisible resistance hindering them, as if the whole person is submerged in water.

At the same time, an ethereal singing sound came, and the location could not be distinguished at all. The strange singing seemed to come from all directions.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, a black cloth suddenly appeared beside the puppet master, and a person jumped out of the black cloth, wearing a black top hat, tuxedo, a white shirt inside, white leather shoes, and a scepter hooked on his hand.

The person dressed as a magician picked up the black cloth and wrapped it around the puppeteer, and tapped it lightly with the scepter. The next second, the bullet arrived as promised, instantly tearing the black cloth from the person inside, and the huge impact even pushed the person several meters away. In the distance, a large blood flower bloomed on the ground.

The head of the person inside was smashed without accident, but the important thing is that the person inside was not a puppet master at all, but another tall person!

After finishing all this, the magician bowed slightly to the middle-aged man, made a gesture of taking a curtain call, raised his head and revealed a pale and sickly face, "Master, how are you recently?" The magician waved his hands The scepter, "We people... are looking forward to your death every day!"

The middle-aged man looked at the strange man in front of him calmly. This man was also his acquaintance. He was nicknamed a magician. He was a lunatic who took pleasure in killing. thing.

Like the puppet master, he also caught him with his own hands and sent him to prison.

"Since you're here, don't hide." The middle-aged man stood up straight, "Come out!"

"Ah, the slave's house has been discovered, hehehe..." There was a burst of laughter rippling like water waves, and a woman wearing a gauze dress with straps slowly stepped out from behind the corridor wall.

The woman has a delicate appearance and a charming figure, her skin is white and glowing, and her winking eyes are even more enchanting.

Seeing the middle-aged man looking at her, the woman stood still and bowed to salute, "I have seen the minister, has the minister smelled the butterfly fragrance on the slave?"

"Heh, bitches, you're still citing Diexiang, you should cover up your body odor!" A rough man with a knife came out from behind the middle-aged man, spat on the ground and said in a loud voice: " The minister obviously smelled the blood on my knife!"

"We're going to call it a day when we have time to talk, hurry up, this is the headquarters of the executive department after all!" Another cold voice spoke, no one was seen, only a vague figure remained on the wall.

"It's hard to come out, so f*ck you disappoint!" The rough man with the knife on his back pulled off the machete on his back, and the blade was densely covered with tooth marks.

"Puppet master, magician, dancer, sword demon..." The middle-aged man turned his head to look at the illusory shadow on the wall, and said emphatically, "And you, singer, you... are all here."

The sword demon waved the big knife in his hand, his face was full of enthusiasm before he devoured blood, and his two copper bell-like eyeballs protruded, densely covered with bloodshot eyes, "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have ended up like that, today , I will sacrifice your life to this knife!"

The magician Yin Yang said with a strange smile: "Sword Demon, don't you like to collect the enemy's weapons? This is the Minister of the Executive Department. His gun is very meaningful."

Looking at the silver gun in the middle-aged man's hand, the enthusiasm in the sword demon's eyes receded slightly, and he turned his head and cursed at the magician: "Fuck you bastard, don't you just want me to be the first to fight with him?" Desperately, and then you want to get cheap in the end, let me tell you, don't even think about it, your little tricks can't fool me!"

"I want to fight with everyone!" The sword demon waved his big knife, aiming at the middle-aged man.

"But we are also S-rank after all, five of us beat one of the ministers, how ugly it is to spread!" The dancer's soft and boneless waist twisted, but the smile on her face betrayed what she was thinking.

"Jie Jie Jie..." The magician smiled recklessly, and tapped the ground with the scepter in his hand, "Everyone listen to me, I have a good idea, today we will kill everyone in this building. Is it okay, the dead... will never spread the news of this place!"

"Hurry up!" Enduring the pain, the puppeteer hiding at the end urged sharply, looking at the severed arm not far away, he wished he could cut the middle-aged man alive.

"What's the rush! I've endured it for decades, and still care about a few minutes now?!"

The magician who was repeatedly urged was a little impatient. He enjoyed the current situation very much, which reminded him of how he was cornered by the middle-aged man back then. It was really a turn of events!

The puppet master just wanted to refute, but thinking of his current situation, he wisely chose to shut up.

The magician turned to the middle-aged man with a mocking smile, his eyes narrowed slightly, and as he walked, the heels of his leather shoes hit the ground making a very rattling sound, "Let me guess... our minister is now What are you thinking?" He intentionally pulled out a long voice, "Ah, I guessed it, the minister must be thinking of delaying time, and then wait for his good brother Gong Zhe to descend from the sky to save him like a savior, right?"

The magician's expression became even more exaggerated, and his sickness and madness were vividly displayed at this moment, "But my dear minister, I regret to inform you, Gong Zhe, don't wait any longer, he won't come Already!"

"Because he never heard from you at all!"

"Can't figure out why?" The magician pretended to be surprised, like a monologue in a stage play, "Hee hee hee, because your subordinate vice minister betrayed you!"

"Mr. Wu Houde! He knows current affairs better than you. We are all standing here today, thanks to Mr. Wu who drove us in, otherwise..." The magician smiled and said, "It's really a troublesome thing." !"

"Traitors don't end well." The middle-aged man said calmly.

While the magician was speaking, his eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man's face, but when he realized that the middle-aged man didn't have the expression he wanted, his face became distorted.

What he wants is the fear of middle-aged people, and even begging them to let him go, just like... what he did back then.

"Master." The magician threatened: "You have nothing to say, we... will send you on your way."

"Bon voyage." The middle-aged man raised the muzzle of his gun, aimed at the magician and pulled the trigger.

Facing this nightmare pistol, the magician was so frightened that he couldn't defend himself. He immediately buckled the black cloak on his body. The next moment, the cloak lost its support and fell to the ground, and the people inside disappeared out of thin air.

Not far away, the magician who reappeared was panting heavily, and a strange rosiness appeared on his pale face.

It was angry, anxious and angry, because the middle-aged man didn't shoot at all!
"Trash." The middle-aged man shook his head.

"Go together!"

This time the magician roared, his slender voice broke, and he threw a few poker cards at the middle-aged man, then immediately pulled out his scepter and rushed towards the middle-aged man.

Not to be outdone, the sword demon waved the big knife in his hand, and the blade seemed to have some strange induction with the sword demon, and it actually made a buzzing sound.

"Oh, don't hit me, I'm scaring my family..." The dancer smiled strangely, then stared at the middle-aged man, and began to dance her body. A pair of light chestnut soft and weak eyes turned into lavender, with brilliance inside. Flowing, very coquettish.

And as the dancer twisted, a pair of soft and slender hands stretched out from the middle-aged man's back, and then stroked his cheeks, eyebrows, chest, and a few dishonest hands touching down. go.

The middle-aged man was unmoved, first he sideways dodged a few poker cards that were attacking like sharp knives, then turned around and aimed a clean shot at the sword demon.

The sword demon couldn't dodge in time, so he could only block it horizontally. The bullet hit the blade and rubbed sparks. The huge kinetic energy forced the sword demon back, and then he punched hard, hitting the magician's chest that was bullying him.

This punch pierced the thin magician without any suspense, but what is incredible is that there was no trace of blood flowing out. The magician smiled strangely at the middle-aged man, and his body exploded instantly, turning into countless cards all over the sky fly.

The cards were as sharp as blades, and the middle-aged man's cheek and body were cut in the fall.

A black cloak appeared behind the middle-aged man, and then the magician jumped out of it, raised his scepter, and threw it at the man's shoulder, "Go to hell!"

The middle-aged man reacted very quickly, and just about to dodge to dodge, someone suddenly jumped down from the ceiling and hugged him tightly with open arms. In desperation, the man turned sideways, using the person hugging him to resist the magician's attack.

A seemingly light scepter suddenly shattered when it touched the body, revealing a slender triangular knife inside. The blade directly cut off the body of the man hugging the man, and then cut the man's arm.

The middle-aged man flew up, kicked the magician backwards, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Hey hey..." The puppeteer who was controlling the puppet with one hand had a grim face, "Don't ignore me, Minister, let me also send you on your way!"

The ethereal singing sounded again, but this time the distance was very close, and a vague figure appeared beside the middle-aged man, and the huge resistance pressed down like a mountain, giving the middle-aged man no chance to breathe.

The middle-aged man's body suddenly became heavy. If he had been submerged in water before, then this time, he was submerged in glue.

Even movements like raising your arms seem to be in slow motion.

"It's now!"

After the dancer gave a sharp cry, countless slender hands poured out, layer upon layer, tightly covering the eyes of the middle-aged man, even covering his entire face.

The sword demon, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly jumped up, brandished the big knife in his hand, and slashed at the restrained middle-aged man.

"boom!"

The middle-aged man finally broke through the restraint of resistance, raised the muzzle of his gun, aimed at the singer's position in his consciousness, and fired blindly.

At such a close distance, the huge kinetic energy accurately hit the phantom figure's body, tearing him apart directly, the two parts of the body flew backwards, hit the wall, and blood sprayed everywhere.

At this moment, the high-ranking disciple named Singer revealed his true colors.

It was an old man with white hair, wearing a Tai Chi suit. At this moment, the old man's face was full of disbelief, as if he couldn't figure out why the person who died was himself.

Obviously his ability should be the one with the strongest self-protection among these people.

"Pfft!"

Another stream of blood spurted out and splashed onto the ceiling. A human head spun in mid-air with inertia, and then rolled down to the ground, until it hit the wall before stopping.

The sword demon gasped heavily, and raised his ghost-headed broadsword. In front of him was a headless corpse, which was still clutching a pistol with white smoke from its muzzle.

"Fuck!" The sword demon spat on the head, and said viciously: "Damn, this guy really has two brushes. If it wasn't for Singer who can limit his ability, we might be dead today."

Clutching his chest, the magician with blood on his mouth came over, first kicked the middle-aged man's corpse hard, then threw out a white handkerchief, the handkerchief turned bigger and bigger until it finally covered the middle-aged man corpse.

On the other side, the short and wretched puppeteer grabbed the head on the ground.

(End of this chapter)