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Chapter 574 570. The smell of death

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    A line of blood slid down from his lips. His body was already stained with dust when he was rolling. The bullets pierced his clothes, and the blood dripped down to the ground.

    His previously neatly combed hair was spread out, and the wounds on his face that had been scratched by bullets were bleeding profusely, and he no longer looked as well-dressed as he once had a chance to win.

    Kamikawa Shun stood in front of him, a dark shadow shrouded him, the night vision goggle on his left eye fell to the ground, and he couldn't see the other person's expression clearly.

    "Hahahahaha!"

    He suddenly laughed, his laughter was hoarse, with an increasingly obvious sickliness.

    "If my guess is correct, you have killed someone"

    He seemed completely unable to feel the pain of having his arm removed and the gunshot wounds on his body. Even when he landed in an awkward posture, his joking and arrogance did not diminish at all.

    "A high school student who has killed someone Hahaha, that's really interesting"

    Kamikawa Shun didn¡¯t want to talk nonsense with this guy anymore. After removing his hands, he removed his legs, completely incapacitating this guy.

    "I'm very curious if your little girlfriend knows that you have killed someone. If she knew, she would definitely be very intentional"

    Before Gray Goose could finish his words, the black muzzle of the gun was stuffed into his mouth. The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against his throat, and the smell of gunpowder smoke spread along his trachea and into his lungs.

    In the darkness, two red lights seemed to appear in the eyes of the person in front of him.

    In an instant, Kamikawa suddenly laughed.

    He bowed down and looked at him with dark eyes. The distance between him was very close, and a wave of icy coldness enveloped the other person.

    His pistol was pressed into the opponent's mouth. He only had to gently pull the trigger, and the opponent would immediately lose his voice.

    "To be honest, I didn't intend to kill you at first, but you provoked me again and again, and I am not without temper."

    "I don't have a hobby of torturing people, but I don't want you to die so easily either"

    Gray Yan¡¯s pupils shrank, obviously guessing what Shun Kamikawa was going to do.

    The other party¡¯s method was simply unbelievable. He didn¡¯t even know how his arm was removed.

    Although it appears to be intact on the outside, the joints of the bones are broken, leaving only the outer layer of skin and flesh.

    He wanted to control his hand, but it was okay if he didn't move. The more he moved, the pain went deep into his bones.

    He endured the huge pain and struggled to control his fingers to pick up the gun on the ground, but a boot stepped directly on his hand, giving him no chance at all.

    Kamikawa Shun smiled and crushed his hand. He had no intention of paying any respect to such a disgusting guy.

    He stuck the muzzle of the gun hard into his throat, then grabbed his hands and dragged him toward the iron door like garbage.

    Gray Goose was dragged along the ground, and the pain in his arm was even worse due to the pulling, but he did not scream out at all because of the huge pain.  The blood dyed a deep red mark on the ground, and his tongue was pressed against the gun, making him completely speechless. He tried hard to spit out the gun in his mouth, but the muzzle was stuck in his throat and the inhaled  The air smelled of gunpowder smoke.

    That's the smell of death.

    Before this, he never thought that he would end up in this situation.

    A high school student actually overturned his car!

    He wanted to laugh, but he could only make some incomprehensible whines, which sounded like he was begging for mercy.

    He simply stopped laughing and quietly felt the feeling of being dragged away like a dead dog.

    There were only footsteps and dragging sounds in the dark tunnel. Gray Goose seemed to have forgotten his miserable situation and was lost in thought while looking at the darkness.

    When did things develop to this point?

    Yes, it was when he was eight years old that his parents had just passed away. He couldn't sleep at night and wandered around the manor. Occasionally he heard his uncle talking on the phone about having someone deal with it from beginning to end, so that no one would find out that he was involved in anything that happened to his parents.

    He smiled and talked with people about how to take over the consortium, how to deal with the funeral, how to support himself

    The seeds of hatred began to be planted at that time. For the first time, he experienced unforgettable hatred. That hatred was like a fire that wanted to burn him completely.

    Since then he has changed, he has become sinister and unlovable.

    He stared at everyone gloomily like a poisonous snake. Perhaps because he was too young, they did not take him seriously and just regarded him as a dispensable flower in the villa.

     It's funny to say that her sister-in-law was extremely jealous of him. Before he was born, her grandparents were still alive, and she was the most favored person in the family.  But after he was born, the most favored person became his grandson.

    She hid it well, and it wasn¡¯t until her parents died that it all came out.  The sister-in-law took pleasure in beating and scolding him, but the servants in the villa turned a blind eye, and his nominal guardian ignored her.

    His character became increasingly gloomy and began to become distorted.  He gradually fell in love with the feeling of blood flowing out. The white and tender little rabbit was alive one second, and died in his hand the next second.

    The blood stained his hands red, and the gloom that enveloped him seemed to dissipate all of a sudden.

    He learned to disguise, hide all his hatred in his heart, and shape himself into a completely harmless person.  Then one night, a fire burned all those people.

    He watched quietly as they struggled in the flames. They roared, roared, and despaired, and were finally swallowed up bit by bit by the flames.

    Listening to their cries, he smiled, and he felt that it was no fun to laugh.

    He was walking alone on the winding road in the mountains, without bringing anything and only wearing a thin shirt.  The mountain wind blew his hair that was singed by the flames. He didn't notice it and just walked numbly, not even knowing what to do.

    A man suddenly appeared in front of him. He looked at himself with nothing in his eyes, as if he was evaluating a product.

    He clearly remembered what he said at that time. He said:

    ¡°It¡¯s so miserable to spend your 18th birthday like this.¡±

    He didn¡¯t respond at the time, just remained silent.

    "Let me introduce myself, my name is Bit. This is a wine name and also my code name."

    He finally looked up at him.

    There once appeared in his father's diary a person who kept secret about the organization whose code name was alcohol.

    "I once owed your father a favor, how do you want me to repay you?"

    ¡°Take me away,¡± he remembers saying.

    From that day on, his life entered a fork in the road. He entered that organization and became an ordinary peripheral member.

    Because of his ruthlessness and madness, he climbed up very quickly. He didn¡¯t know what he was going to do. Until he killed the last enemy, he completely lost the reason to live.

    Bit found him again. He seemed to have been observing him, but he seemed to be just looking at an outsider with little connection.

    "I think you can't find the meaning of life anymore. You are only 20 years old, and your life has only passed half of it. Why are you acting like a walking zombie?"

    His eyes were empty at that time, and his voice did not have any fluctuation, "Why do you want to live?"

    He seemed to be asking himself, but also seemed to be asking the other party.

    "Of course you have to live if you can live. There are so many interesting things in the world that you will never see again after you die."

    "I don't think anything is interesting"

    "Some people like power, some like money, some are extravagant, and some long for love No matter it is good or bad, you must always give yourself a reason to live"

    After more than twenty years of life, he had no fear when death approached.

    The meaning of living has disappeared. From the moment he became the loser, his life was destined to come to an end.

    He thought this day would take a long time, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly.

    All kinds of faces passed before his eyes, some were people he had killed, some he had hated, and some he had loved.  There were so many faces that he couldn't even remember what the parents he once loved looked like. Only the despair of those he had killed before their deaths was clearly engraved.

    He didn¡¯t make any move, letting the winner drag his defeated dog as if it were being paraded through the streets.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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