I Am Not Really Related

Tick, tick.

The sweat dripping down Donald's face gradually merged with the sound of dripping blood in the whole building.

I don't know how long it has passed, the gunshots and shouts outside the room suddenly disappeared.

Donald knew that if nothing unexpected happened, the outsiders might have all gone to see God.

Only the dozen or so bodyguards he left in the house were still alive.

One thousand gunmen and two hundred bounty hunters are so vulnerable.

Is the other party a devil?

Why can't so many bullets and rockets kill this guy?

But don't underestimate him!

After almost becoming a loner, Donald was also aroused fiercely, staring at the door of the room, holding a remote control in his hand.

Knowing that he might be killed, how could he not keep any cards?

The reason why he chose to face the opponent here was that besides the confidence brought by the numbers, he also secretly planted countless bombs in the entire building!

Enough to level the entire building ten times!

If you can't survive, then take the other party to hell with you!

This is the belief that Donald struggled to survive from the ghetto.

He died, no one would touch a crock with china.

So this 'rotten crock pot' of him survived by relying on this desperate ferocity, and then he got to where he is today step by step.

Although the current life of luxury and money has corrupted him, so that he can no longer associate himself with that broken earthen jar.

But today, reality taught him a lesson.

In the eyes of some people, he is still the broken earthen jar that can be discarded and smashed at any time, and nothing has changed.

Then let this crappy earthen jar of him show its final value!

Being able to drag the most popular super killer of the past ten years to hell together, maybe his name can also be passed down for decades!

The footsteps came closer, closer.

Someone is already standing outside the door!

Donald tried his best to calm down, but subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

Before pressing the remote control in his hand and dying together, he tried to give each other a chance to live.

So he said: Although I don't know who hired you to kill me, but if you are willing to give up this single task, I can pay double the reward, no, three times!

And you don't have to worry about me retaliating against you. After today, the name Donald will disappear completely, and no one will trouble you.

The people outside the door seemed to be silent for a while, and then a voice came faintly.

It sounds like a lot, but you probably can't afford it.

Donald was suddenly shaken. He wasn't afraid that the other party would open his mouth, but he was afraid that the other party would insist on obeying some shit killer's principles.

You say the number, I'll get someone to transfer it to you right now, or you can choose the way of the transaction, whatever, cough cough Donald said hurriedly, as if he coughed twice because his words were in a hurry, his face was covered famous.

Unfortunately, someone gave me 23 lives to kill you, and you only have one life, so you really can't afford this 'price'.

The expression on Donald's face suddenly froze. It turned out that the other party didn't really want to let him go, but was playing tricks on him!

Knowing that today's affairs may not be able to get better, Donald's hidden ferocity erupted again.

If you want me to die, then bury me with you! Now as long as I press it lightly, the whole building will be blown up to the sky!

If you had pressed down earlier, you might have had a decent way to die, but now you don't have this chance, because the time has come.

You forced me to do this!

Donald yelled, and his fingers were about to press down immediately.

But a strange scene appeared, his right hand suddenly cramped, and the remote control fell to the ground.

He just wanted to bend down to pick it up, but unexpectedly, he choked on his own saliva, and immediately began to cough violently. He fell to his knees and pinched his throat hard, as if he wanted to cough up his lungs.

Then his eyes widened, and he fell to the ground with a plop.

It is unbelievable that Donald, the famous mafia leader, was finally suffocated to death!

The door, at some point, was opened silently.

Silver light flashes!

Before recovering from the shock, the last dozen or so gunmen were directly beheaded.

Shaking off the blood stained on the knife, Zhen Yang put it on his back again, then squatted down, picked up the remote control on the ground, and took out a faded photo from his pocket and threw it on Donald.

The photo shows a nun with 22 children, with an orphanage in the background.

It's just that it no longer exists there. Overnight, the entire orphanage was directly bulldozed, and all the living people inside were buried, and then the iconic building under its feet was built there.

Good stuff, what a waste of money.

He stuffed a box of cigars that looked like a lot of money into his pocket.

After everyone was killed by him, Zhenyang began to search around the room, completely ignoring the fact that there might be tons of explosives under his feet.

After all, for this single business, he only received a symbolic silver coin, and today is the birthday of the troublesome woman in the family, so let's see if he can pick up a few gifts to take home, so as to save him from buying them specially.

I'm such a filial son! Zhenyang sighed.

After a brief search, Zhen Yang left with a sigh.

Obviously, valuables have already been moved away.

drop!

After walking a few hundred meters away, Zhenyang lit a cigar and put it in his mouth, then took out the remote control and pressed it lightly.

boom! ! !

The newly built building was blown up into the sky in an instant, the flames hit the face, and finally collapsed!

The severe wind pressure blew Zhenyang's clothes, and the cigar in his mouth burned more vigorously.

Then he seemed to remember something, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, It's me, the location has been sent to you, when will the helicopter arrive?

Pata

The remote control was thrown away, and Zhenyang's figure gradually drifted away.

As expected of him, another perfect assassination!

On the same day, two elderly people learned the news that Donald's gang had been wiped out and even the headquarters building had been blown up through the TV reports at home, and then silently wiped the photos in their hands.

It was a group photo of a happy family of three. The girl in the photo was dressed in a nun's clothes, looking beautiful and noble.

Then pat, pat, tears blurred the eye sockets, and then fell drop by drop on the photo.

The girl inside seemed to be smiling apologetically.