The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 13 Mother and Son

The cumbersome footsteps shook the floor, and they rushed over in the blink of an eye like a wild bull.

Just when Zhu Mingyao quietly put the muzzle of his gun against the door, gauging the position and preparing to hunt cattle across the mountain for him, the footsteps suddenly stopped in front of the door.

"not good!"

Zhu Mingyao felt a warning sign in his heart. He retreated sideways and decisively pulled the trigger.

In the explosion of fire, a piece of lead bullet erupted from the muzzle of the gun, penetrated the carved wooden door, and hit the murderer behind.

Almost at the same time, a dark iron hook tore through the wooden wall panel where the young man was standing, and smashed it viciously!
  The iron hook flew past Zhu Mingyao's arm with a fierce wind, and hit heavily among a pile of broken tables and chairs, leaving a mess.

The young man moved his feet sideways, jumped two steps away quickly, and let the flying wood chips hit the protective armor spell, stimulating a little halo. His eyes did not blink, staring at the room where a big hole was blasted. Looking through the door, there was no one there.

His ears trembled slightly, and he keenly caught the slightest sound. Before he could take aim carefully, the muzzle of the gun barely turned half a circle, and fired directly in the approximate direction!
  boom! boom! boom!
  The next moment, dozens of lead bullets formed a violent rain of metal, hitting the tall body that broke through the wall head-on!
  As has been proven countless times in history, no matter how strong the flesh and blood is, it will still be defeated when facing steel and fire.

With the powerful kinetic energy given by the gunpowder, the lead shotguns as big as beans easily penetrated into the skin and flesh. They continued to deform and roll inside the murderer's body. While tearing apart the organs and tissues, they also caused a A small cavity instantly took away all his ability to move.

After shaking for a few times, the body, which was more than two meters tall and looked like a mountain of flesh, fell to its knees on the floor with a roar. Bloody red blood poured down like a waterfall from the chest and abdomen that had turned into a quagmire of flesh and blood. In the blink of an eye, In a short time, the dirty and worn carpet under his feet was dyed red.

"Do not--"

A shrill wail sounded.

Unexpectedly, the sound did not come from the mouth of the dying murderer, but from the next room.

A thin figure pushed open the door and stumbled out. Regardless of the blood on his body, he tightly hugged the murderer who was kneeling on the ground.

"Lady Margaret? Is that you?"

Geela screamed in surprise.

Just now, Zhu Mingyao secretly gave her instructions, telling her that the murderer might have an accomplice, and asked her to hide in the iron cage, hide the revolver, and wait for the opportunity to support him.

But she never expected that the so-called accomplice who appeared was actually Mrs. Margaret, the administrator of the juvenile reformatory.

She had thought that the old lady, who had disappeared when the attack began, had already been killed.

Zhu Mingyao stared coldly at the silver-haired old woman who was holding the murderer and crying loudly, seemingly not surprised by the identity of Gila's accomplice.

Although he knew a little bit about the plot from his previous life, it was only the outline of the story. As for whether the murderer had any accomplices, he really didn’t remember clearly. After all, there are thousands of Hollywood movies, and he is not in the related industry. Dare I say you know them all by heart?

What really aroused his suspicion were the traces he had just discovered in the lobby and the floors below.

Even after some cover-up, you can still see traces of people living here for a long time, indicating that the murderer has been entrenched in the abandoned hotel for a long time.

The relevant agencies, without any prior investigation, designated a building where a perverted murderer was hiding as a working place for juvenile delinquents. You can even imagine how unlikely this possibility is.

You really think everyone is blind!

If you want to arrange the working place of juvenile delinquents in advance, or even manipulate and cover up the work, you must be an insider of the institution.

"Jacob! Jacob! My son, how are you?"

The silver-haired old woman screamed, hugging the dying murderer tightly and looking at the two people opposite her with hatred.

"He...is your son?"

Gila looked at the ferocious and twisted expression on Margaret's face in disbelief. She was obviously so amiable when her group came. Margaret yelled crazily: "Yes, he is my son, the messenger of God, the knight of the doomsday who came down to eliminate you, the sinful and unjust people!"

"We are all guilty, you are all guilty, only we are pure...!"

Seeing that the old woman looked like she was possessed by madness, Zhu Mingyao didn't want to waste any more words. She was just a fanatical believer who believed in religion to the extreme. Although it was rare, it was not unusual.

The logic of fanatics is completely different from that of ordinary people. To tell them about the crime of murder is to talk to them.

Zhu Mingyao stretched out his hand and sneered:
  "Who is guilty? Who is innocent? I'm afraid it won't count if you say it, but let the victims tell you!"

Follow his fingers.

Behind the murderer, a yellow talisman paper was pasted at some point, and a breathtaking blue light was shining on it.

The murderer Jacob was in a dying state at this time. Even though his physical talent was extraordinary and far superior to ordinary people, after taking several shotgun blasts at close range, he only had one breath left.

As a large amount of blood spurted out, his consciousness became more and more blurred. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to his childhood. The mother in front of him was smiling lovingly and reaching out to touch his face...

Do not!
  No!

Jacob suddenly remembered that his mother would never be like this.

She had never smiled so lovingly to herself.

She will only teach herself how to kill!
  ——In the name of God!

When was the last time my mother smiled at me?
  Yes, right.

It was after I killed someone for the first time and dug out the eyes of that innocent girl with my own hands!

The illusion of the mother in front of him suddenly shattered, and individual figures emerged. There were homeless people who entered this place by mistake, teachers and juvenile delinquents from the reformatory, and most of them were young girls in their prime.

They stood with their lips tightly closed, letting the black and red blood tears silently flow from their empty eyes.

As if issuing a silent question:

——Who is pure? Who is guilty?

"Ah, ah, ah!"

Jacob suddenly let out a painful howl, which seemed to contain endless annoyance and sadness.

He suddenly summoned up all his strength, formed a ring with his arms, and his thick arms were like steel hoops, holding his mother Margaret tightly in his arms.

"Ya, Jacob! What are you doing!"

Even when he was seriously injured and dying, Jacob's remaining strange strength was not something an elderly woman could bear.

After a series of fine fractures, Margaret's hands and feet twitched for a while, then hung down weakly, never moving.

At the same time, with his gradually weaker breathing, the murderer Jacob also uttered the last words of his life:

"mother,
  We are the ones who are guilty..."

　It’s 30,000 words. It seems I can’t sign the contract. Keep studying and working hard and prepare to fight again.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)