Chapter 90 Death, Coming

In the early morning, the cold night sprinkled the light of silence, like a thin blood coat, shrouded the cold city.

The hazy moonlight, like the rising water vapor of a woman taking a bath, sets off a mysterious color to the beautiful and luxurious buildings.

This is a special night.

Three figures turned into three birds from a big tree and flew in three different directions, just like the free fish soaring in the deep water. Their bodies blended into the night and merged with the night into a part of the city.

The wind roared by and blew away his hair. The sharp trembling of the hair contained a frightening throbbing, like the heartbeat of fear.

Xiao Tian's face was expressionless. With a little under his feet, his figure immediately pulled up a few feet. He stepped out of the air and stepped out of the roof. His body was completely suspended.

But his body did not fall to the ground, and there seemed to be an invisible ladder in the air, and his steady footwork, like the deep and tense sea of the Mediterranean Sea, stepped on the ladder calmly, like a sharp sword, moving forward.

Like a black meteor, like unruly black lightning, and more like an elf with magic from another world, Xiao Tian's figure moved quietly in this city without waking up anyone.

The city is still sleeping, and it does not understand what kind of bloody wind the three people wandering in the dark will bring to it tonight.

At the same time, there were two figures galloping together in the night.

Si Chen is dressed in tight black and wears a mask, which is exactly the same as the nocturnal costume in the martial arts film. He also moves quickly on high-rise buildings. Whenever he wants to cross between the two buildings, his wrist shakes, and a black drill will shoot out and attach to nearby buildings, and then Like Spider-Man, he took this artificial ultra-small passage to swing to the opposite side.

And Hua is also cold, the most strange person. His whole body seems to have turned into an illusory thing, without an entity, like a ghost.

He didn't walk on the roof like Xiao Tiansichen. He walked on the ground.

said that he was walking, but he was actually floating. If you look closely, his feet are actually a centimeter away from the ground. His body has also become translucent, just like the transparent outline that can appear in high-temperature heated air. At this time, the flower is also cold, which is such a humanoid outline.

He didn't turn and walk in a straight line. No matter what was in front of him, whether it was the building or the plants, he went through like a lonely ghost floating outside hell.

Death is coming.

In this prosperous city, this luxurious city, this corrupt city, countless people close their eyes and fall asleep sweetly, but they can no longer wake up.

Puff! Blood flowers splashed, and big and good heads were cut off by the unpredictable space cracks, so these prominent and temporary heads, these delicious and spicy heads that can be killed in a word, were separated from its body and forever lost their qualification to run rampant in this city.

Facing the cold wall, Xiao Tian sneered. He spread out his palm. There was no trace of blood on it, but there were already several people who died in this white hand. Like the owner of the night, he stepped out and disappeared in place, abruptly like a thunderstorm from the sky, bringing a strong sense of depression.

The next moment, his figure appeared in the interior. The magnificently decorated hall, exquisite and amazing antiques, all showed that the people living in it were rich and noble. Although the huge project of this beautiful building is not as appalling as the pyramids of the Egyptian pharaohs, the white bones and souls poured by reinforced concrete under the foundation are no less miserable than those who were swallowed up for the pyramids.

In the corridor, on both sides of the door and the bodyguards hidden in the dark were not aware of it at all. Xiao Tian walked on the smooth marble floor and "eyes" swept over the spotless furniture and appliances, and the light in his eyes became colder and full of death.

He did not immediately go in and take off the head of the owner of the room. Although he was full of evil and his hands were stained with countless blood, she lay beside him was innocent.

Xiao Tian gently opened the door of the bedroom and slowly walked in.

He didn't make a sound. There was really no sound at all. Even if someone lay on the ground with two ears, he would never hear a sound and feel a trace of carpet vibration.

Snoring like thunder, ** The big man lay up to the sky, with his mouth wide open, and seemed to be sleeping well. Under his thick arm, he pressed a half-naked young woman.

The young woman fell asleep peacefully with her hair spread out.

It seems that this is a loving couple.

At the same time, Xiao Tian also knew that next to this bedroom, there was a cute little boy with his eyes closed, and the smile from the corners of his mouth could tell that he was dreaming.

This is a happy family.

There is no doubt that the source of happiness is the man. If this man does not exist, his beautiful wife and lovely son will definitely be heartbroken. His enemies will come to kill him, may rape his wife and kill his son, and his luxurious villa may also turn into a dead soul in the raging fire.

Killing has never been a matter of one person. Whether it is the murderer or the person who has been killed, it is impossible for them not to affect others.

Kill one person, destroy a family, sink a beautiful woman, and kill a teenager. Should this person be killed or not?

Xiao Tian put a smile on his face. He bent down, took the man's arm, picked up his beautiful wife, and gently walked out of the bedroom.

The young woman was still sleeping peacefully, with a light smile in her mouth, as if she was snuggled in her lover's arms. On the way, she slammed, stretched out a snow-white arm and held Xiao Tian's shoulder.

Xiao Tian smiled speechlessly again. He looked at the young woman's sleeping face and whispered "sorry" in his heart.

This is the only thing he can do for young women.

Xiao Tian gently opened his son's bedroom door, took the young woman in, put it in his son's **, and let them lie together.

The young man is very cute. Xiao Tian touched his head with a smile, and then he stretched out his big hand. In the next bedroom, the man's neck suddenly spewed a lot of blood. His head and torso have been separated. Although the two are still leaning against each other, their distance is no longer close, but the horizon, the horizon of life and death.

There is no reason to let him go. Perhaps for his son and wife, he is a good father and a good husband, but this good father and good husband have separated countless beautiful families, just like his family.

When you come out, you always have to pay it back.

reaped another person's life. Xiao Tian looked up from the window, walked indifferently, disappeared, and left gently. Only the bloody smell remained in the air told people that there was an uninvited visitor here.

Puff!

Puff!

Puff!

One head after another flew under Xiao Tian, and one life after another ended in Xiao Tian's hands. Looking at these young gangs who have no reaction under his own and are weak as the ants on the ground, there is no trace of spray in Xiao Tian's heart.

I don't know when his mind and way of thinking have long gone beyond the category of a student and a naive teenager, and become a terminator and an executioner. He has become used to the world.

Of course, the 2012 upgraded version of Mind Pollution is an indispensable contribution. The change of Xiao Tian's mind is 90% due to this array. The behavior style of Si Chen and Hua Yilang has also had a subtle impact on Xiao Tian. This is very reasonable.

A few old oars are as desolate as a ten-thousand-year-old widow, hanging on the bare tree trunk like rags. The trunk has somehow lost all the leaves, as if he were a sick and dying old man with all his teeth and hair.

The dying tree trunk separated several branches and stretched out its arms to the sky like a starving ghost. In this cold night, it was like the ghost claws of zombies sticking out from the ground.

The wind blows, and the cicadas cry!

Death is coming!

Under the mask, Si Chen's young and lively face was covered, but his eyes were clearer.

Just looking at the eyes, you will think that the owner of this eye is a naive baby innocent girl. Who can imagine that the person who can have these black crystal-like eyes is full of blood?

Si Chen jumped from the eaves, like a fish returning to the sea and rushed to the embrace of the night. When his body landed on the window, his toes were a little on the window lattice, and his body rose up again like a flying swallow. A flip, smashed the glass, and the man had floated into the room.

He is like a ghost, moving in different rooms and the searcher's target.

"Who?!" A bodyguard heard the noise and immediately rushed in.

"Your uncle!" There was a joking sound under the mask. Before the bodyguards could draw their guns, they felt a flash of cold light in front of them, followed by a sharp pain in their throats, and then the strength and consciousness of their whole body slowly separated from their bodies.

"Who are you?" A middle-aged man came in with the support of a bodyguard.

Although they can't see the appearance of the visitors in the dark, the aura of the visitors is like a black spotlight, attracting their attention. They even have the illusion that the darkness is not as dark as the visitors at all, and the visitors are as dark as black holes, darker than night.

"Death!" Facing the middle-aged and a group of bodyguards with guns, Si Chen shook his hands and splashed a few cold stars. In the sound of the continuous bluntness of the meat, the people opposite stood in place as if they had been hit by a fixed number.

Si Chen didn't look at those people. He jumped and disappeared into the night. At this time, the bodies of the group of people slowly fell to the ground.

Compared with Xiao Tian and Si Chen's way of killing, Hua Yi's killing method is more terrible. He doesn't need to go in. As long as he closes his eyes outside the villa, then the person he wants to kill suddenly ignites a blazing fire and becomes a pile of ashes. Strangely, the flame only burns. Body, clothes, bed, these are all fine.

Death is coming.

While the three death gods are rampant, on the transportation network like human meridians, vans and cars roar past, just like a hard-working spider. The intricate highway is the web woven by spiders.

And in these iron cages, there are ferocious men sitting. They hold knives and AKs, and their eyes release bloodthirsty light...