Assassin Simulator: I deduced the accidental formula!

"Isn't it quite ruthless to threaten me just now? Now that I'm out of luck, I bumped into the steel and died."

Yan Guozhang laughed when he looked at Yan Zhihui, whom his own son had spent countless efforts over the years to cultivate, and the successor he once valued very much, but laughed like a dead fish.

He felt like he was dying of joy, laughing wildly and coughing wildly.

Moreover, the wound on his leg was also experiencing bursts of severe pain. Under the action of adrenaline during the fight, he didn't feel anything, and at this moment, he felt that life was worse than death.

"I can't die here and kill this villain, I still have a new life to enjoy!"

While talking, he stumbled and took out some bandages and anti-inflammatory medicines from the medicine box and wrapped himself up.

Yan Guozhang's movements were somewhat trembling and trembling, but he was extremely firm. Originally, he brought out not many medicines, mainly to treat a headache and brain fever.

Who would have thought that the dead artist had caused such a big injury, but fortunately, Yan Guozhang kept an eye out and put on some bandages or something, otherwise he could only cry at this time.

This old man is getting old, and doing these things is really clumsy.

In the original plan, if the two fathers and sons could support each other, Yan Zhihui would be more mature in doing this kind of dressing, because he used to be a doctor in the front line, and Yan Guozhang himself was more inclined to drug research.

"It's a pity, I even took you to the front line to work as an intern, but now I have such a consequence. 35

Yan Guozhang began to ramble for some reason. He knew very well that the dead artist, since he had already offered a reward for his father and son, he would not simply let himself die, and the threat from the Homeland Security Bureau could be ignored.

So he was very leisurely and his son began to recall the prosperous years of the past, and by the way, he bandaged his wounds.

"If the Bisdaq Pharmaceutical Company was still there, you would indeed be a good heir, but now that the company is gone, I don't dare to show my face anymore. It's the best choice to eliminate you."

This old man talked about his own mental journey in rambles, including how to support his son from the beginning, to gradually giving up.

Then to disappointment and then to hate that iron is not steel, so that the mentality has changed to be able to give up at will for one's own life.

"You know what? It's your idiot's problem that has caused the disaster!"

Yan Guozhang's mentality has gradually collapsed at this time. He thought that he had made up his mind, but at the same time that he really killed his son, he inevitably felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart, after all, he was not too young.

It was supposed to be the time to live in peace.

"As long as you weren't so trashy, we'd be in much better shape now!"

Yan Zhihui didn't speak, and of course he couldn't speak either.

Of course, what he thought in his mind was that if he had noticed the problem of this bad old man earlier, he should have killed him first, so that he would not be lying on the ground.

This guy, who knew that he was bound to die, had his last thought before his death to stare at his father fiercely, hoping that he would be taken away by the death artist as soon as possible.

Yan Guozhang didn't say a word. He gritted his teeth and bandaged himself, and endured the passage of pain for one minute and one second, and about ten minutes passed.

The medicines were scattered around, and the box of bandages was thrown in a random mess.

He finally healed his wound and stood up limping. He didn't even look at Yan Zhihui.

On the one hand, he felt dismissive, on the other hand, he also carried a bit of guilt. He knew that his son had been killed by his own hands, so he walked out helplessly.

"Little Rabbit, it's not enough for you to fight with me. It's alright now, I won't kill you without the death artist."

Yan Guozhang showed a strange smile and laughter while talking and walking. He pondered that his luck was also good. If it wasn't for the fact that the other party hit the steel bar when he hadn't pushed down Yan Zhihui, it must have been a bit accidental. .

I'm afraid that I might be killed.

"Sure enough, this is fate! That death artist, I don't mind meeting you..."

He suddenly stopped talking, because he suddenly thought of a word in his mind, by accident.

Immediately, I remembered that he was dragged back to the day of Song Haoming's death. It was the pressing of the pursuit team that led to the accidental perfection, so that Song Haoming was accidentally killed by the death artist and successfully completed the task.

And this time, if I guessed correctly, the reward of Yan Zhihui that I sent out has been accepted, then that means...

・・・・Seeking flowers・・

Is he also a part of Yan Zhihui's death plan?

"No, it's impossible."

The sound of this sentence was unprecedented.

Yan Guozhang took out the handheld computer as if going crazy, and then quickly allocated half of the digital currency on the dark net, wanting to buy some information, but the result he got was that the reward belonging to Yan Zhihui had not been completed. .

"It turns out that the real purpose of the death artist is not for us to issue a bounty and then let him harvest it, but to make me a part of Yan Zhihui's death art.

The old man suddenly felt that he was transparent and understood that from the time of his escape to the present, including the death of Hugel and the collapse of the Bisdaq pharmaceutical company, the death artist has added pressure to his own psychology!

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On the surface, Yan Zhihui was driven crazy. But Yan Guozhang finally understood one thing now, and he was driven crazy.

It's stupid enough to believe that the death artist will only take one person's life and give up, and continue to hunt down the idea of ​​​​the two of them.

He even took the initiative to sell his own son, and this also fulfilled the other party's art, and let himself, as a father, kill his own son with his own hands!

"Good art, good art."

The old man knelt on the ground weakly, tears streaming down his distorted skin.

He didn't say anything else for a long time, just knelt silently on this extremely dark corridor. At this time, the dark clouds covered the moon again, and there was no light outside.

Even Yan Zhihui, who has been bleeding silently in the room, his wounds are getting worse and worse, and his whole body is in extreme pain, while he feels his life and slowly walks away, you can also hear his father's desperate wailing.

So this guy tried his best to make the last move, he smiled, and seemed to close his eyes with peace of mind.

He could not understand why Yan Guozhang made such a scream, but he knew that the dead artist would not let his father go.

All this action didn't take long.

At this time, Li Mo was already soaking in the hot spring.

And turn on the computer and prepare to receive the bounty.

"That's a lot of money." Guang