Death Inquisitor

The blood flowed from under his body, spreading a little bit.

The **** smell in this place is even stronger!

Thunder Tiger was cold all over, leaving him alone!

But there are four opposite!

Four to one, he seems to have foreseen his death.

Eighth stepped forward, clenching his fists with both hands.

The roulette rotates.

"Cut off your five fingers."

Jingle!

A brand new pair of scissors landed on the ground beside No. 8.

His mouth opened slightly, revealing fear.

"No..." But the words in his mouth hadn't spit out.

The people around him turned and pointed at his muzzle, and then blocked his words back.

Die, or choose to execute, there is no third way to go.

When the sharp edge of the scissors touches the skin.

No. 8's hands were shaking and shaking, and with a cry, he cut the scissors!

With ten fingers together, the pain in the heart made the entire face of No. 8 white like paper.

A finger fell to the ground.

The blood ticked down.

"Ah!" The pain made him shout desperately until his voice was dumb.

With a puff, a spit of blood spit out of the mouth.

The vocal cords are damaged!

"There are four fingers." Ye Chen's reminder came.

In front of the computer, there were so few viewers, with tears in their eyes, watching the live broadcast.

"Good girl, you see it in the sky, this is God's eye! This big wicked man is finally punished! Ooooooooo!"

"Evil has bad rewards, not unreported, but the time has not come! Now, the time has finally come!"

"Hahaha, there are eyes in the sky!"

Click!

The second finger was cut off, and number eight trembled and shook.

No, he can't stick to it anymore, it's too painful.

He can't wait for the next round to receive treatment.

It's better to die than to be so painful!

The scissors fell to the ground, and he looked at the gun barrels decisively.

Then he rushed towards the warehouse door.

But no fire!

Instead, a wooden frame appeared, binding him.

On the 4th, he was afraid that he would die, so Ye Chen let him die.

But No. 8 was for death, so Ye Chen couldn't make him happy.

Only in this way can the greatest despair and fear be stimulated.

"Actually dare to run away, then the penalty is doubled!" Ye Chen said.

At the same time, a colorful light appeared on Thunder Tiger.

"Go, cut off his ten fingers!"

Thunder Tiger's face appeared unwilling.

He didn't want to listen to the death judge, but he knew that if he didn't listen, there would be only one way to die.

Although his situation is looking bad now.

But there is no first-line life.

He didn't want to give up hope.

Picking up the scissors on the ground, Thunder Tiger gloomed and came to No.8.

In the face of the other party's frightened and pleading expression, the scissors clipped their fingers and cut!

The blade of the scissors entered the skin, and blood came out instantly.

The muscles on No. 8's face twitched and his head was raised instinctively.

Then, the edge of the scissors met the bone of the finger.

Thunder Tiger frowned slightly, and began to work harder with the hand holding the scissors.

Click...

The sound of broken bones sounded.

No. 8 began to puff air, and his eyes were about to stare out of his eyes.

Although this is not the first time such suffering has occurred, it is still unbearable.

Finally, when Thunder Tiger didn't cut it decisively, one finger fell to the ground.

The silent pain on the 8th made the audience creep.

That face seemed to be twisted together, and then wrinkled and bleed myself!

After having an experience, Thunder Tiger finally became more proficient.

When cutting fingers, more effort was used, and the bones were not caught midway.

Click, click, like cutting a piece of ham sausage.

All ten fingers of number eight finally left their hands.

There were only ten scary red dots on the bare palm.

A lot of blood came out of it, under the wooden frame, dripping a big beach!

"Next, number nine, Zhang Biao!" Ye Chen's voice sounded again.

Zhang Biao stared at Thunder Tiger, and walked to the turntable.

Turning his head to look at him, not looking at the roulette at all, he reached out and turned.

Wow la la...

"Designate someone to cut your nose!"

Thunder Tiger's face changed.

"I want him to cut his nose!" Zhang Biao's hand really pointed to him.

Colorful light appeared on Zhang Biao.

He was the one who executed this time.

Seeing the number seven that was not his own, the heart finally returned to his stomach.

Then he got nervous again and prayed in his heart: "The best one, Lei Tiger and Zhang Biao, can all die together! Then, two competitors are missing!"

"Zhang Biao, you have a try, I will take you to bury with me!" Leihu bowed slightly.

He glanced at the knife given by Zhang Biao in the hands of Zhang Biao, and he was quite settled.

As long as it is not the machete, he still has the opportunity to resist.

"Made!" Zhang Biao's face hesitated.

On the 6th, the picture of Li Guoyun's demise was pulled, still vivid.

Hearing Thunder Tiger's words at the moment, he was also worried.

In case Thunder Tiger is not weak in his hand, it will be troublesome.

But thought of the hatred between the two, plus the persecution of the guns around them.

Zhang Biao finally suppressed the worry in his heart and rushed up.

Thunder Tiger gritted his teeth, intending to reach out and grab the opponent's knife, and then start a melee.

No. 7's face was excited, that's it! It’s best to die together!

This leaves him with only one opponent on the fifth.

The knife was caught by Thunder Tiger's hand, and the sharp touch of the sharp blade that cut the palm of his hand made him tremble.

Then, pain after pain came from the wound.

A lot of blood dripped down.

"Damn, let me go!" Zhang Biao pulled out the knife violently.

Thunder Tiger screamed.

The right hand holding the knife was scored with a deeper wound, which was instinctively loosened.

Then he kept shaking and shaking.

"Sigh! Sigh!" Leihu suddenly found that his hand could not move.

"Broken tendons!" A thought suddenly appeared in his mind. ..

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