Chapter 1022 Execution Department

"I should have killed you back then. Google search reading" The middle-aged man unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his scarred wrists, "Today I want to make up for my previous mistakes."

Hearing this, Zhou Jinwu's corpse laughed even more exaggeratedly, his two eyeballs hanging up strangely, revealing a large area of ​​white in his eyes, "Minister, you really don't cry until you see the coffin, do you still think it's the past? Now I am also S-level, today I will dig out the door in your body!'

Before he finished speaking, several figures rushed out from the end of the corridor, including guards with stiff expressions and women with short hair and capable clothes. These people were made into puppets like Zhou Jinwu, and at this moment they were rushing towards the middle-aged man with strange steps.

"Hehehehe

Without hesitation, the middle-aged man suddenly pulled out a pistol from his arms.

It was an old-fashioned revolver with a scary large caliber and a severely worn ivory handle.

"Bang!"

The flame from the muzzle instantly illuminated the man's stern face. The bullet with huge kinetic energy did not fly towards the puppet that was rushing towards him, but seemed to have missed the target and flew towards the distant ceiling.

Accompanied by a scream, a figure fell from the dark ceiling.

It was a thin and hunchbacked guy wearing the colorful clothes that street jugglers wore in the old days.

Beside him, there was also a half arm.

It was naturally the puppeteer. The guy huddled up, holding his broken arm and screaming for help in pain. The large-caliber bullet directly tore his limbs. If he hadn't reacted quickly, , this shot will blow up the head.

After the puppeteer was seriously injured, the puppets also lost control and fell to the ground. The middle-aged man shot the puppeteer's head again without thinking.

The puppeteer's face became distorted, and time seemed to be infinitely slowed down at this moment, and even the trajectory of the bullet could be seen clearly.

The middle-aged man suddenly frowned.

It's not seeming, it's real!

But it's not time that is slowed down, but his movements and the speed of the bullet.

There is an invisible resistance hindering them, as if the whole person is immersed in water.

At the same time, a burst of nothingness A faint chanting sound came, and it was impossible to tell where it came from. The strange singing seemed to come from all directions.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, a piece of black cloth suddenly appeared beside the puppeteer, and a man jumped out of the black cloth. He was wearing a black top hat, a tuxedo, a white shirt inside, white leather shoes, and a scepter in his hand.

The man dressed as a magician picked up the black cloth to hold the puppeteer, and lightly tapped it with the scepter. The next second, the bullet arrived as expected, instantly tearing the black cloth and the person inside apart. The huge impact even pushed the person several meters away, and a large piece of blood bloomed on the ground.

As expected, the person inside had his head shattered. , but the important thing is that the person inside is not the puppeteer at all, but another tall person!

After doing all this, the magician bowed slightly to the middle-aged man, made a curtain call, raised his head and revealed a pale and sick face, "Minister, how are you recently?" The magician waved the scepter in his hand, "We are looking forward to your death every day!'

The middle-aged man looked at the weirdo in front of him calmly. This person was also his acquaintance, nicknamed Magician, a madman who enjoyed killing. He was once a follower of the Crimson Extreme, and he made trouble everywhere under the name of Crimson.

Like the puppeteer, he also caught him with his own hands and sent him to prison.

"Since you are here, don't hide." The middle-aged man stood up straight, "Come out!"

"Ah, I was discovered, hehehe" The chuckles of the cover-mouth spread like water waves, and a woman in a gauze dress with straps slowly walked out from behind the corridor wall.

The woman looked pretty and charming, her exposed skin was white and glowing, and her charming eyes were even more charming.

Seeing the middle-aged man looking at her, the woman stopped and bowed, "I have seen the minister. Did the minister smell the butterfly-attracting fragrance on my body?"

"Hehe, slut, you still have the butterfly-attracting fragrance, you should cover up the body odor on your body!" A rough man with a knife on his back walked out from behind the middle-aged man, spat on the ground, and said in a loud voice: "The minister obviously smelled the blood on my knife!'

"We have to finish work if we have time to talk, hurry up, this is the headquarters of the executive department after all!" Another cold voice spoke, no one was seen, only a vague figure left on the wall.

"I finally got out, and you spoiled the fun !” The burly man with a knife on his back pulled off the machete behind him, and the blade was covered with teeth marks.

“Puppet master, magician, dancer, Dao Duguang. The middle-aged man tilted his head to look at the illusory shadow on the wall and emphasized: “And you, singer, you are all here.”

The sword demon waved the sword in his hand, with a face full of bloodthirsty fanaticism, his two copper bell-like eyeballs bulged out, and they were covered with bloodshot. “If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have ended up like that. Today, I will sacrifice your life for my sword!

The magician laughed sarcastically: “Sword demon, don’t you like to collect the enemy’s weapons? This is the director of the executive department, and his gun is of great significance.

Looking at the silver spear in the middle-aged man's hand, the enthusiasm in the Sword Demon's eyes receded a little, and he turned his head and cursed at the magician: "Fuck you, you bastard, you just want me to be the first to fight him, and then you, a bastard, want to take advantage of it in the end. I tell you, don't even think about it, your little tricks can't fool me!'

"Let's go together!" The Sword Demon waved his sword, aiming the blade at the middle-aged man.

"But we are also S-level after all. It would be so ugly if five people fought against the minister. Ah!" The dancer's soft waist twisted, but the smile on her face betrayed her thoughts.

"Hehehehe, the magician laughed wantonly and tapped the ground with the scepter in his hand, "Listen to me, everyone, I have a good idea. Why don't we kill everyone in this building today? The dead will never spread what happened here!"

"Hurry up!" Enduring the pain, the puppeteer hiding at the end urged sharply. Looking at the broken arm not far away, he wanted to skin the middle-aged man alive.

"What's the hurry! You have endured it for decades, and you still care about a few minutes now?!"

The magician, who was repeatedly urged, was a little impatient. He enjoyed the current situation. It reminded him of how he was forced into a desperate situation by the middle-aged man. It was really a matter of time!

The puppeteer was about to argue, but thinking of his current situation, he wisely chose to shut up.

The magician turned to the middle-aged man and smiled mockingly, his eyes narrowed slightly. As he walked, the heels of his leather shoes hit the ground with a very cocky sound. "Let me guess what our minister is thinking now?" He deliberately dragged out the sound, "Ah, I guessed it. The minister must be thinking of delaying time and then waiting for his good brother Gong Zhe to come down from the sky and save him like a savior, right?'

The magician's expression became more exaggerated. At this moment, his morbidity and madness were fully displayed on him, "But my dear minister, I regret to inform you that Gong Zhe, you don't have to wait any longer, he won't come!"

"Because he didn't receive your message at all!"

"Can't figure out why?" The magician pretended to be surprised, as if he was monologue in a stage play, "Hehehe, because your subordinate, the deputy minister, betrayed you!"

"Mr. Wu Houde! He knows the current affairs better than you. We can all stand here today, thanks to Mr. Wu driving us in, otherwise the magician smiled and exhaled: "It's really a troublesome thing!'

"Traitors don't have a good end." The middle-aged man said calmly

The magician stared at the middle-aged man's face while speaking, but when he found that the middle-aged man didn't have the expression he wanted on his face, his face became distorted.

What he wanted was for the middle-aged man to be afraid, or even beg them to let him go, just like he did in the past.

"Mr. Minister." The magician threatened: "Don't you have anything to say? We are going to send you on your way. "Have a good trip." The middle-aged man raised the muzzle of the gun, pointed it at the magician and pulled the trigger.

Facing this nightmare pistol, the magician was caught off guard and frightened out of his wits. He immediately put on the black cloak, and then the next moment, the cloak lost its support and fell to the ground, and the person inside disappeared out of thin air.

The magician reappeared not far away, panting, and a strange redness appeared on his pale face.

He was angry, anxious and angry, because the middle-aged man didn't shoot at all!

"Waste." The middle-aged man shook his head.

"Let's go together!"

This time the magician roared, his delicate voice broke, and he threw a few playing cards at the middle-aged man, then immediately drew out his scepter and rushed towards the middle-aged man.

The sword demon was unwilling to fall behind, waving the sword in his hand, and the blade seemed to have some strange induction with the sword demon, and it actually made a buzzing sound.

"Oh, stop fighting, you scared me." The dancer showed a strange smile, then stared at the middle-aged man and began to dance. A pair of light chestnut eyes turned into light purple, and the light inside was flowing, very seductive.

And as the dancer twisted, a pair of soft and boneless hands actually stretched out from the back of the middle-aged man, and then stroked his cheeks, eyebrows, chest, and a few of them touched him dishonestly.

The middle-aged man was unmoved. He first dodged a few playing cards that attacked like sharp blades, and then turned around and cleanly. He aimed at the sword demon and fired a shot.

The sword demon could not dodge in time and could only block with his sword. The bullet hit the blade and sparks flew. The huge kinetic energy forced the sword demon back, and then he punched hard, hitting the magician's chest.

This punch pierced the thin magician without any suspense, but what was incredible was that there was not a trace of blood. The magician smiled strangely at the middle-aged man, and his body exploded instantly, turning into countless cards flying all over the sky.

The cards were as sharp as blades, and cut the middle-aged man's cheek and body as they fell.

A black cloak appeared behind the middle-aged man, and then the magician jumped out of it, raised his scepter, and smashed it on the man's shoulder, "Go to hell!"

The middle-aged man reacted very quickly. Just as he was about to dodge, someone suddenly jumped down from the ceiling and hugged him tightly with open arms. In a hurry, the man turned sideways and used the person hugging him to resist the magician's attack.

A seemingly light scepter suddenly shattered when it touched the body, revealing a slender triangular knife inside. The blade directly cut off the body of the person hugging the man, and then cut the man's arm.

The middle-aged man flew up and kicked the magician backwards, causing a mouthful of blood to spurt out.

"Hey hey

The puppet master who controlled the puppet with one hand had a ferocious look on his face, "Don't ignore me, Mr. Minister, let me come too."

Let’s send you on your way!”

The ethereal chanting sounded again, but this time the distance was very close. A blurry figure appeared beside the middle-aged man. Huge resistance pressed down like a mountain, giving the middle-aged man no chance to breathe.

The middle-aged man's body suddenly became heavy. If it had been immersed in water before, then this time it was immersed in glue.

Even movements like raising his arms seemed to be slowing down.

"Now!"

After the dancer screamed sharply, countless slender hands rushed out, layer upon layer, to tightly cover the middle-aged man's eyes, even covering his entire face.

The sword demon, who had been waiting for the opportunity for a long time, jumped up suddenly, brandished the big knife in his hand, and aimed at the restrained middle-aged man to chop it down. "Bang!'

The middle-aged man finally broke through the shackles of resistance, raised the muzzle of his gun, pointed it at the position of the singer in his consciousness, and fired blindly.

At such a close distance, the huge kinetic energy accurately hit the illusory figure's body, tearing him apart directly. The two bodies flew backwards and hit the wall, with blood splattering everywhere.

At this moment, the high-level disciple named Singer revealed his true face.

It was an old man with pale hair, wearing a Tai Chi suit. At this moment, the old man's face was full of disbelief. It seemed that he couldn't understand why he was the one who died.

Obviously his ability to protect himself is the strongest among these people.

"Pfft!'

Another stream of blood spurted out and splashed onto the ceiling. A human head spun in mid-air with inertia, then rolled to the ground and stopped until it hit the wall.

The sword demon gasped and raised his ghost-headed sword. In front of him was a headless corpse. In the corpse's hand, there was still a pistol with white smoke coming out of the muzzle.

"Fuck!" The sword demon spat at the head and said viciously: "Damn, this guy really has two brushes. If the singer hadn't been able to limit his abilities, we would have killed someone today.

The magician, clutching his chest and with blood on his lips, came over and kicked the middle-aged man's body hard. Then he threw out a white handkerchief. The handkerchief turned wider and wider until it finally covered the middle-aged man. corpse.

On the other side, the short and wretched puppet master grabbed the human head on the ground.