He casually fiddled with the purple thumb ring on his hand. His face was unusually pale, bloodless, and had an almost transparent sickness.
He gripped a Desert Eagle tightly in his hand, but his eyes radiated a chilling coldness.
Opposite them, several men in black knelt on the ground, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, large beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads.
Their mission failed, and there's only one outcome.
"Master, please give me another chance," one of them said, trembling. He didn't want to die.
He slowly stood up, walked up to them, and let out a cold laugh, filling the air with a heavy atmosphere of fear.
Suddenly, without warning, he raised the Desert Eagle and aimed it at the person who had just spoken. A strange and morbid smile appeared on his face.
With a loud bang, the bullet pierced through the skull instantly, and blood and brain matter splattered out, splashing onto the wall behind, leaving a horrifying bloodstain.
He stared at the wall splattered with blood and brains, "It's beautiful."
"What do you think?" he asked them, his expression sickly.
They looked up at the disgusting wall, and one of them couldn't help but vomit.
In the blink of an eye, several corpses lay scattered on the ground, and the room was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder and blood.
He watched all this quietly, his sickly appearance becoming more and more obvious, yet the smile still lingered on his lips, exuding endless madness and eeriness.
Pear Garden
"Okay," Long Yanli said, hanging up the phone with a headache.
He walked up to her and hugged her from behind. "Baby, Grandma asked me to take you home. Do you want to go?"
"Okay," Qin Zhiluo knew that Grandma Long was the only one in the Long family who truly cared for him.
What does Grandma like?
I like you
"I'm asking this very seriously."
"I answered very seriously."
When Long Yanli saw that she had turned her head away and ignored him, he quickly coaxed her, "Grandma likes the Chinese painting master Hua Ji very much. She has collected several of his works, and one of them is hanging in my room."
Qin Zhiluo suddenly stared at him with wide eyes, "Brother, do you like it?"
"I only like the baby," Long Yanli said, thinking the little girl was jealous.
"Oh," Qin Zhiluo calculated the time and realized that it was too late to draw a picture, and there were no props available.
Pick up your phone and ask someone to send you a blessing.
"Get one of my paintings from Curry."
OK
"By the way, Chief, the President of Country M has requested that you erase his wife's memory."
"Not answering"
"But what about three hundred million?"
"Are you short of money?"
"No, I'm just worried about the money."
"roll"
"Received X﹏X"
When Long Yanli finished his work and returned to his room, he didn't see the little girl.
"Young Master, Miss said she went to a friend's house and won't be back tonight," the butler said, sensing the sudden change in atmosphere.
Long Yanli dialed the number with a sullen face, but no one answered.
His face was darker than the night, every feature of which seemed to be etched with anger and repression.
Qin Zhiluo had just received news from Guandu that he had been ambushed and had now fled to a factory in the suburbs.
Qin Zhilu crouched low and tiptoed through the half-open iron gate of the factory, carefully searching for someone inside.
A weak voice came from behind the grocery store on the right.
Qin Zhiluo looked at him; he had been shot in the left shoulder and left abdomen.
"Leave first," she said, helping him up as he was about to stand up.
Footsteps sounded outside. They pushed open the door, held up flashlights, and searched the factory.
Qin Zhiluo led him to hide on the factory's roof beams, where they held their breath.
They were well-equipped, and she couldn't fight them head-on with him.
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