In the security booth, the old security guard who was drowsy with his head down suddenly seemed to have discovered something. He raised his head and saw this strange man. He immediately reached out and touched the baton.
"What are you doing? It's not the owner who forbids entry!"
The man ignored the old man's words, raised his active hands slightly, and swung out several invisible silk threads.
The old man, who was hesitating whether to press the alarm bell, suddenly felt a sharp pain in several parts of his body, as if he had been stung by a bee.
"you……"
His words got stuck in his throat and his expression suddenly became dull.
After a moment of hesitation, the old man put on a strange, stiff smile, as if something was pulling his skin, and his flesh was all wrinkled.
If you look closely, he smiles like a man.
"Look, you're the owner. Welcome home." The old man opened and closed his mouth stiffly, grabbed the access card on the table, and hurried to swipe it to open the door.
The man walked into the community for a dozen steps.
The old man fell to the ground with a thud, hitting the concrete floor and his face was covered in blood.
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"What did you say? A puppeteer has arrived in Jiangbei City? And he's killed 37 people? What are those bastards on patrol doing? They're only reporting it now!"
Inside the Jiangbei City Yincao Branch, in the Third Group Office, a towering man in a suit was yelling into the phone.
"Deputy Team Leader, 7 of the 37 dead were from the patrol team."
The voice from the other end of the phone made the strong man stunned. He crushed the water cup in his hand and turned the glass shards into powder.
The furious voice of a strong man rang out in the office.
"grass!!"
"Dare to touch my people?"
"He's tired of living. Report your location. I'll take Team B over there!" The sturdy man's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the flesh on his face was trembling, like a tiger about to devour its prey.
"The last time he was seen was at a barbecue stall on Xingfu Street. He's since lost his location. I'm afraid we can only have the think tank search the entire city's surveillance cameras to see if they can find him."
"Judging from the remaining aura at the scene, this puppeteer is quite extraordinary, most likely a C+ master."
The voice on the other end of the phone sounded a little solemn.
"Fuck! What happened to C+? I'm going over right now. If I don't tear him apart alive, I'll take his last name!" The burly man slammed down the phone and walked out, shouting, "Get the think tank to investigate the puppeteer who killed someone on Xingfu Street tonight!"
"All you little bastards from Team B, follow me, every last one!"
In the office, several staff members heard this and quickly got up to contact the think tank, while others quickly notified the members of Team B of Group 3.
Qiu Hong, deputy team leader of Group 3, was known for his bad temper, and whenever he lost his temper, something big usually happened.
Moreover, upon hearing the word "puppeteer", the three groups of staff immediately understood the importance of this matter!
Ruwu said that the Dark Alliance was a rat crossing the street.
The puppeteer is the one who likes to bite people the most among this group of rats.
If other members of the Dark Alliance appear in a city, the Underworld Branch in the city may not be too nervous, but once the Puppet Master appears, there will definitely be killing.
These are a group of bloodthirsty lunatics with serious mental problems!
What they like most is to play with other people's corpses. Their necrophilia is so serious that it is said that puppeteers cannot sleep well without controlling a corpse lying next to them.
Such people are, in some ways, scarier than ghosts.
Ghosts sometimes kill people in a pattern, but for them, it's all based on their preferences.
In their eyes, ordinary people are no different from ants. They are just things that can bring them a little pleasure.
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