The golden fingers of the death game are all beautiful girls

Executioners do not have super powers, and they always follow the target first outside, and then stay at night, and at the right time, take advantage of the target person's unpreparedness, and directly strike the black hand.

If you make a mistake, the price is your own life.

The executioner is patient, very patient.

He thought it over, even if he squatted for a day, he would kill the drunk man!

There was a gloomy and cold light in his eyes, like a poisonous snake spitting out letters.

"Don't kill me yesterday...you are the biggest..."

Bang-!

However, just as the executioner was talking to himself, with a gunshot behind him, a bullet had pierced his abdomen directly, blood sprayed onto the wall, and he was a little unsteady.

The voice... came from behind!

The executioner's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

Under the impact of the bullet, the executioner staggered forward a few steps, turned around suddenly with all his strength and shouted: "Damn, go to hell with me!"

Holding the crossbow gun in your hand, you will shoot without even seeing anyone!

only……

Da-da-da-!

The bullets from the light machine gun M60 had hit the puppet hand.

The huge impact force spattered the executioner's body, and he couldn't keep his balance at all. He hit the wall on the third floor corridor. How could there be a chance to fight back?

The executioner had no strength left. After hitting the wall, his body slowly slid down, leaving shocking crimson bloodstains on the wall.

The executioner sat on the ground, staring at the drunk before dying.

Looking at the drunk man with disheveled hair and lack of interest in his eyes, he was walking towards him step by step with a light machine gun M60 in his hand.

"you……"

"Why...yesterday..."

"Don't kill me..." Blood kept pouring out of the executioner's mouth.

The ground beneath him was already covered in blood.

Bang-!

The drunk man lacked interest, picked up the light machine gun M60, and shot the executioner directly in the head.

Don't even give him a few more seconds to live!

Then he murmured to himself in a lack of interest: "Heh...hehe..."

"I just want to see if you will die in the night."

"I'll give you a little hope, too, and I'll crush it with my own hands!"

"I gave you a chance, but it's a pity you didn't use it."

After the drunken man killed the executioner, he walked towards the second floor and came to the Big Mac room.

Big Mac is dead, and his shotgun is next to the body, and it hasn't been taken.

"The death method is different from the previous players..."

"Ha ha……"

"interesting."

The drunk man finished muttering and walked to the first floor.

The SUV is gone.

Well, the drunk knows that it was Yimo who drove away.

He guessed that the executioner would find an opportunity to kill himself.

His weapon is a crossbow spear.

If you want to kill yourself, you will definitely only sneak attack, and the possibility of staying in a certain place is the greatest.

He had already gone out early, hid on the roof, and squatted against a wave of executioners.

During this period, someone was seen leaving the base in an off-road vehicle.

He didn't intend to stop it.

Tianqi and Lucky are not allowed to drive off-road vehicles because their weapons are highly lethal.

It is very dangerous to get supplies quickly and then fight back.

Instead, it was Yi Mo who broke the explosion-proof shield all at once.

To be honest, in terms of attack itself, there is no threat.

Drive away and drive away, drunk people don't care!

Because, he never thought about leaving the base!

The drunk man walked to the gate of the base, closed the big iron gate, and scratched him to death!

The drunk man muttered: "Hehe..."

"Since you've gone out, don't come back."

If the gate of the base is scratched inside, it is impossible to break open the gate of the base without armored vehicles.

In other words, the door is swung open at this moment.

Players who go out have no way to come back!

The drunk man was in no hurry to return to base.

Just outside where the north wind is howling and the sky is full of snow.

He put away the light machine gun M60, shook his head, took out his baton, and shook it intoxicated.

It seemed...was waiting for something.

Until, the woman in Hanfu and padded jacket came out from the gate of the base.

Looking at him with a faint smile.

The drunk man was still shaking his baton, with a trace of teasing in his eyes, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Hehe..."

"You, why did you stay?"

"Don't be afraid, did I kill you?"

Quietly raised her hand gently, looked at the snowflakes falling on her palm, shook her head and said, "Let me guess."

"You look like you're trying to kill all players."

"But it's not."

"Based on my observation of you."

"You are the kind of lunatic who pursues art, has an abnormal brain, and thinks differently from ordinary people."

"What you do is just to make everything that happens in this game satisfy your fantasy."

"You're enjoying it."

"It's not fun to kill."

"Instead, to satisfy the plot of the script written for yourself in your mind, to satisfy that fantasy."

"Uncle, the script writer on the street, tell me."

"Am i right?"

Chapter 58

Hearing the words, the drunk man let out an "oh" with great interest, and was even more interested in Jing Jing: "How did you find out that I am a playwright?"

Jing Jing: "Among the creative people, the lunatics are the most."

"Although you always like to hold a baton, this unkempt appearance really prevents me from seeing you as a musician who needs to perform on stage."

"As for composing."

"Sorry, the rhythm of your humming, there is not even a little bit that can be linked to the composer."

"You're an artist, what else?"

"Painter, engraver, writer?"

"Your hands are not a pair of painting hands. Where there are calluses, calluses have not been ground."

"Carver, would love to collect small stones."

"You don't have this habit."

"According to your excitement point every time."

"Well, you are a person engaged in writing-related work."

"However, your excitement is not right."

"Your appearance, your habits, all tell me that you have no talent for being funny."

"Not someone who can write a good ending."

"So, you are a writer who is good at writing tragedies, a playwright."

"hey-hey."

"Although it is a tragedy, it is easier to win awards, and it is easier to empathize and move emotions."

"However, in this era, most people will not buy it."

"There are not so many people who like to watch tragedies and are willing to spend money."

"So, you're a slob, scriptwriter!"

Hearing this, the drunk man put away his baton and clapped his hands.

clap clap-!

"Very good, very good!"

"Your powers of observation are very strong..."

"I even said, I think you have a certain profiling ability."

Smiling quietly: "Just a little bit."

The drunk man nodded, and suddenly took out the light machine gun M60, aiming at Jing Jing: "But why do you think that I won't kill it?"

"Ha ha……"

"The ability you have shown is too dangerous."

"Big Mac, how did he die?"

Jing Jing: "One of the two, Yu Huang or Yi Mo, killed him."

Quiet medicine is just a medicine that promotes blood circulation and speeds up metabolism.

If it is a small injury, not only is there no harm, but it can also speed up the healing of the wound.

However, the Big Mac's injury was too serious.

Not only will it not have the effect of accelerating wound healing, but it will speed up the death of the Big Mac.

As for the kill determination, no matter what, the fatal injury was caused by Yuhuang or Yimo.

In any case, it can't fall on Jing Jing.

"I can give you a reason to keep me."

"Let me speak slowly, okay?"

Drunk people are really in no hurry.

Why is he outside in the snow?

It's because it's relatively open here, and the quiet weapon is a grenade, so it's not easy to overshadow yourself!