Chapter 30 Successful Kill
Just as Uncle Jiang stepped out the door, a blade flashed before his eyes!
Then he saw a hand gripping the hilt of the knife in the shadows!
"It's Han Shuo!" Uncle Jiang was surprised to see Han Shuo here. His usual amiable expression vanished, replaced by wide eyes filled with disbelief.
brush--!
He tried to shout, but couldn't make a sound; he tried to escape, but found that his body couldn't move an inch!
Because Han Shuo had already severed Jiang Bo's head with a single stroke.
Uncle Jiang's head fell vertically to the ground.
His gaze slowly shifted from Han Shuo's face to Han Shuo's chest, then to Han Shuo's waist, and finally! He saw Han Shuo's dusty shoes, which was the last thing he saw! Then, his eyes were completely plunged into endless darkness.
Thump! The head hit the ground!
"one!"
Uncle Jiang is dead!
Han Shuo didn't give Jiang Bo any time to react, nor did he waste a single word. Since he had already determined that Jiang Bo was an enemy, Han Shuo would never show any mercy.
The villains in TV shows often get killed because they talk too much when they think they've won!
In that brief moment, Han Shuo believed that he was the bad guy in Jiang Bo's eyes, and he would not imitate those foolish behaviors!
"Hmph!" Han Shuo snorted coldly, glancing down at Jiang Bo's head.
This was his first real killing! Han Shuo felt no emotion, perhaps because he had killed too many zombies, or perhaps because Han Shuo felt that he had killed someone he thought deserved to die.
Seconds later, the headless corpse stopped gushing blood like a fountain and, like the head, collapsed to the ground!
"Ahhh!! Old man!"
Jiang Bo's wife heard the noise and came out of the kitchen, where she saw the bloody scene and cried out in shock.
...
"My god, that scream and howl, they've started fighting!" The fat man upstairs heard the exclamations from downstairs and knew that Han Shuo had already started making a move. He quickly slammed open his door and rushed down to the first floor.
"What's wrong?" Li Shurou also heard the noise and came out of the house. She saw the fat man's hurried figure and was puzzled. She didn't know what had happened or why the fat man was in such a hurry.
Li Shurou glanced into the room and found that Han Shuo was not there either. With her doubts in mind, she went downstairs.
...
layer.
Han Shuo casually wiped the blood from his face and turned to meet the gaze of Jiang Bo's wife.
"That wicked woman!" Han Shuo cursed under his breath.
He had been hiding outside the kitchen and had overheard the old couple's conversation. The idea of using poison was the very idea of this wicked woman!
Han Shuo didn't waste any words either. He grabbed his weapon and rushed into the house!
The wicked woman's face was initially filled with grief, but when she saw Han Shuo's blood-covered face rushing towards her like a demon, fear flashed in her eyes.
Finally, the wicked woman glanced at the headless corpse lying on the ground, and the fear in her heart instantly vanished, replaced by ferocity and cruelty!
She wanted to avenge the old man; at this moment, she no longer cared how Han Shuo had appeared downstairs from the third floor.
Since Han Shuo was able to kill the old man so decisively, he had obviously seen through their conspiracy.
She wanted to avenge the old man; she wanted to kill Han Shuo in front of her. Even if she had to tear out his tendons and drink his blood, it wouldn't be enough to vent the wicked woman's anger!
Han Shuo was already confident of victory. He only needed five more seconds to reach the wicked woman and end her life with a single blow.
No sooner said than done, suddenly!
Han Shuo noticed that the shrew had come to her senses, thrown away her cane, and turned to run towards the corner of the living room.
"Hmph! I didn't expect even her leg injury was fake. She really put on a good show!" The wicked woman's legs had returned to normal, but she was old after all. Han Shuo believed that even a small child could move faster than her.
"No, she's trying to get the gun!" Han Shuo was suddenly startled. The distance from the kitchen to the gun was less than five meters, while Han Shuo was about twenty meters away from the doorway.
At this point, the disadvantage of the large size of the house became apparent. Although Han Shuo had already reached the living room, it would still take him about two seconds to get there.
At that moment, the wicked woman opened the cupboard and reached for the hunting rifle.
The wicked woman's face was filled with wild joy, mixed with a terrifying smile.
All she had to do was turn around, pull the trigger, and with one shot, she could take Han Shuo's life!
"Don't let her fire!" Han Shuo thought urgently. He knew the power of a shotgun very well. At such close range, there was no need for any aiming. If the wicked woman succeeded in firing, Han Shuo would be dead for sure!
"Die!" Han Shuo shouted, but it was too late. He threw the Tang sword in his hand over!
Just then, the wicked woman turned around, and Han Shuo's Tang sword arrived at the same time.
"Clang—!" The Tang sword slipped from her hand and pierced the wicked woman's forehead, killing her instantly. Her body fell to the floor behind her.
"Phew—!" Han Shuo sighed; the matter was finally resolved.
Originally, Han Shuo was very confident about this operation, and this confidence continued even after he killed Jiang Bo.
But in the end, he didn't expect that this wicked woman was faking her leg injury, and she almost got her hands on the gun.
If the other party successfully fires, then no matter how fast Han Shuo reacts, he won't be as fast as the bullet.
Fortunately, Han Shuo adjusted his strategy in time and won the victory without any major incident.
The sounds from the stairwell grew closer, and soon, the fat man came down from the corner of the second floor.
Seeing Han Shuo's face covered in blood, the fat man quickly stepped forward and asked.
"How are you? Are you alright?"
Han Shuo shook his head and said, "It's nothing serious, nothing major happened, the blood on my face isn't mine."
The fat man turned his head and saw the wicked woman's corpse, with Han Shuo's Tang sword still stuck in it.
"Why is there only one? Where's the other one?"
Han Shuo pointed outside the door, and the fat man looked in the direction he was pointing. Sure enough, he found another headless corpse.
"Isn't this a bit too brutal?" The fat man chuckled bitterly. The food he ate that night was churning inside him. He swallowed hard, barely managing to suppress the urge to vomit.
Han Shuo ignored it; he was used to this kind of scene. The scene when Captain Wang crushed Zhang Xiaoer's head that day was much bloodier than this.
Han Shuo walked to the body of the wicked woman, stepped on her body, and used the force to pull out his Tang sword.
Li Shurou didn't rush downstairs like the fat man. The moment she came down from the second floor, she witnessed Han Shuo drawing his sword.
Li Shurou stared blankly at Aunt Jiang's corpse, her eyes filled with tears.
"Han Shuo! You killed her?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com