Apocalyptic Forecast

　　 "どうも, お客さたち! Hello, everybady! всемпривет!"

　　 Huai Shi spread his arms and declared to the guests without stage fright. As the sharp electric noise diffused, the deep voice echoed between the laser light beams.

　　 "The time for boring nursery rhymes is over, everyone!"

　　 On the mixing console, the man who dominated the club raised his arm and grinned: "Next is the time to enter the realm of danger!

　　 I know, you yearn for more excitement, more power, and more rage! Yes, I know everything!

　　 Then there are children who have not finished the juice and are not willing to leave? Are there any cowards who want to escape? Is there anyone who is unwilling to welcome this wonderful and rough night? ! "

　　 completely aside the bewildered resident band, Huai Shi raised his hand, and in the low electric current, announced to the excited guests:

　　 "The theme is the ultimate! The theme is the union of fire! The theme is death and blood!!!"

　　 "Timetorock! Burn it, the soul of YAKUZA!"

　　 In those eyes full of curiosity and expectation, Huaishi grinned, raised two pistols in his hand, aimed at the top dome, and pulled the trigger again and again, cheering and roaring from the roar of gunfire:

　　 "Next, our staff will personally present a performance for everyone——"

　　"——Welcome to the night of crime!!!"

　　 An instant of dead silence arrived, and when the screams and roars from the background spread, all the stunned eyes were lit by the fire of surprise.

　　Whether it is the husky tone full of mystery, or the handsome and dangerous ferocious aura, this infectious force spreads along with the words and restless melody, and instantly detonated the enthusiasm of all the guests.

　　 Surprising cheers sounded from the audience.

　　 Countless palms lifted up, dancing with the two spears held high by Huai Shi, shouting excitedly for this dangerous game.

　　Only the dancers and waitresses looked around and did not understand anything that happened, but when the real gunfire sounded, they felt the panic from the heart.

　　 No, this is not a show at all, but...

　　 Boom!

　　 Amidst the loud noise, a guard finally rushed to the front from the backstage, but when he saw the radiant figure under the laser light, he couldn't help but fall into instant shock.

　　 Then, the order from the supervisor overwhelmed everything.

　　 instinctively pulled out the electric baton, rushed to the stage, roared and attacked.

　　 At that moment, in the crazy sparkling lights, he caught a glimpse of that chilling smile, which was the last scene he saw.

　　 finally kicked off because of the prelude to the performance.

　　 Huaishi raised his hand.

　　 squeezed his face, violently lifted him from the ground, and then punched him hard!

　　In an instant, the body of the guard bends into an incredible arc, and the expensive microphone and radio faithfully transmit the crisp sound of broken bones to everyone's ears.

　　 Then, arms, legs, and even the head.

　　 Under the cruel ravages and heavy blows, combined with drum beats, it turned into one of the rhythms of electronic music.

　　 The high-pitched singing roared from the huge sound, and Huaishi stretched out his hand, pulled out the electric baton from the guard, and walked towards his opponents step by step as if he was waving a light stick.

　　 "I‘mgonnafight‘emoff!"

　　 "‘tholdmeback!"

　　 I'm going to repel them, even a Seven Nation Army can't stop me...

　　 Now, the men who could not be defeated by the seven legions were in front of them, smiling at them.

　　 "We can start now."

　　Huaishi said.

　　 This is the beginning of the tragic night of crime.

　　 There has never been such a bizarre battle and slaughter. The intruder fought with the guards, and slashed melons and vegetables one-sidedly. As a result, everyone cheered on both sides!

　　 Countless excited audiences watched this official performance provided by the ‘club’ and were amazed by the real and tragic sight.

　　 deserves to be the night of crime. The gunshots and plasma are so real. You look at it, Yuriko. Look at this man falling to the ground and wailing, as if his bones were really broken!

　　Even the harsh alarm sound is so ingenious, it realistically simulates the attack and the fire, which is really too alcoholic! Waiter, open a bottle of salute for me... Waiter? Waiter! Grass, the waiter! Forget it, don't worry, big brother is eager!

　　 No need for alcohol, no need for beauty, the guests whose eyes were burnt by violence were screaming like crazy.

　　 cheered for this performance.

　　 Even the burly messenger who sneaked in and prepared to support was stunned. I had never seen such an operation.

　　Can it still be like this?

　　 When the distinguished guests on the second floor were awakened by the noise outside the door in their charming and alcoholic dreams, it was too late.

　　 The blood-stained young man opened the door, smiled at the messy scene inside, and nodded politely: "Excuse me, I'm here to give a gift."

　　The gift includes an electric shock of 200,000 volts, a 9MM caliber bullet from Beretta, and a sumo pusher that can smash all poisonous insects and human traffickers' dog heads after ten minutes of practice!

　　 Evenly gift to every guest and staff who should have booked a private room in hell.

　　 If you encounter it in the corridor, it will be planted into the floor of the corridor. If you encounter it in the room, it will hang on the crystal lamp on the ceiling. If it encounters it in the toilet, it will be stuffed into the toilet and flushed.

　　 This is a slow and incomparably efficient bloodbath, not letting go of the slaughter of anyone with blood-stained hands.

　　 "Run, run!"

　　 Huaishi turned her head, glanced at the sluggish girls one last time, and whispered pityingly: "You are free, even if only temporarily..."

　　 But those girls didn't seem to understand him. They were still drunk in the aftertaste of the forbidden drug, giggling idiotically, and tugging at his trousers.

　　 invited him together.

　　 Huaishi closed her eyes, turned around, and walked to the elevator leading to the top floor.

　　 In the sharp whistle of the fire alarm, the light and smoke danced under the heavy rain from the fire sprinklers, and the locked elevator wailed and opened to both sides under the split of the two hands.

　　 In the empty elevator shaft, the cables are swaying quickly, as if someone is crawling.

　　 When Huai Shi lowered her head, she saw a horrified face lifted up below and looked towards herself.

"Hello there."

　　 Huaishi waved his hand politely, greeted him, then put the electric baton in his hand on his face, and asked softly: "Do you know where your boss is?"

　　 The blood-stained face looked down, and the cold eyes were filled with darkness and ferociousness. The eyes looked at it as if even the soul was drawn away.

　　 "Upstairs, upstairs..." The escaped person replied in a panic, "He, he is in the safe house!"

"Okay thank you."

　　 Huai Shi nodded, thanked him sincerely, and then pressed the switch, "Goodbye."

　　 The lightning flashed, and in the vague scream, the sound of heavy objects falling from the bottom of the elevator shaft sounded so crisp.

　　 Finally, look up and look upstairs...

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　　 "Trash! It's all a bunch of trash!"

In the closed safe room, Sergey was about to smash the phone in his hand: "So many people! So many guns! What's the use of even a bastard! What's the use of Lao Tzu raising you so many! Aslier!" The sublimators we invited!"

　　 "They, they..."

　　 On the other side of the phone, the horrified voice replied: "They are all dead too. It is another, another man who has never seen him. He, he...Help!!!"

　　 The screaming sound sounded, and soon, it stopped abruptly.

　　 Soon, in the low footsteps, the phone that landed was picked up from the pool of blood and leaned to the ear of the messenger from Green Sun: "Hello? Is there anyone?"

　　 Sergey subconsciously held his breath and did not speak.

　　 looked at himself in the mirror in horror, for fear of invisible ghosts appearing behind him.

　　 "Hello, Mr. Sergey, this is the first meeting." The young man on the other side of the phone introduced politely: "You may have heard of me, my name, called Feng Cang, Green Day's Feng Ciao."

"I came here for my compatriots to take advantage of the justice they won, including the fifty-one lives you secretly sold in the past three years, and countless poor people who have died for this-hahaha, if today comes young Shi's father, he must say so, right?

　　 But you can rest assured that since this matter is left to me, it will certainly not become that kind of condescending crusade. For people like me, there is really no sense of justice at all, and there is no such strong sense of honor as my father. "

　　 He paused, enjoying the glimmer of hope that had risen in the heart of the other side of Sergey, then grinned and smiled ferociously: "So, I don't need those high-sounding reasons and excuses.

　　What I want to do is because I want to do it. It's as if I want to kill you in a stinking ditch. I just want to trample you to death as a ‘dog bastard’. "

　　 Amidst Sergey’s anger, he blew his whistle comfortably, and finally said goodbye: “Now, it’s time to die, Sergey, listen to the footsteps from hell.”

　　 Along with his words, the sound of low footsteps gradually came from outside the safe room.

　　 There is a thick wall and a dozen centimeters of alloy sandwiches. The distant breathing sound penetrated into the confined space, and then the entire floor shook abruptly.

　　 Countless dust is flying up.

　　 Then again, another shock——

　　 After two consecutive piling machine roars, there was wind surging on the other side of the wall in the dead silence ~www.wuxiaspot.com~.

　　 Take a deep breath.

　　 Then and then, push the hand!

　　 A natural palm print emerged from the cracked wall. Then came the second, the third, and even the fourth...

　　 The loud noise spreads.

　　 Hell, beating!

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　　 Fifteen minutes later, the harsh sound of the fire alarm sounded from the street. With the guests fleeing in horror, dozens of fire engines roared towards the burning building.

　　 Just two streets away, Huai Shi, who had changed into a T-shirt, washed her face on the tap in the park and returned to the van.

　　 He wiped the water droplets on his face, and his face was pale. Before they could speak, he took the lead in apologizing.

　　 "Sorry, I messed up."

　　 Smoked a cigarette and prepared to wait for the good news for a long time. Unexpectedly, he finally received the result: "Did he run away?"

　　 The wind comment is unbelievable: "Does he have any helpers?"

　　 "No, running didn't let him run away."

　　 Huaishi lowered her head in shame, and handed a soft plastic bag over: "But how do you say that, it went smoothly, forgot to cut your head."

　　 "If you accidentally...it was messed up."

　　Paper-loving amateur, without self-confidence!

　　 is simply an epic mistake, it's outrageous! After using no weapons, he forgot to beheaded!

　　 In desperation, I had to go downstairs and get a plastic bag and dustpan, and shovel the pile of things on the ground to put it in. Anyway, rounding, it is equivalent to the head is here...

　　I just arrived here and don’t understand the rules. I hope the eldest brother of Luri will not dislike it.

　　 Or let's make do with it...