Death Inquisitor

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Then the car didn't stop all the way, and rushed into the paper-punched people. But when it met the paper-punched people, it passed through without any interference.

When the three people fell to the ground in pain, the paper-punched people had already surrounded them.

When the three of them looked at each other, they all had pale faces and blood-red lips stuck in paper.

Before they could react, the paper-punched man bent over and pinned them all to the ground.

Then under their horrified eyes, the paper-pricked hand passed through their chests and pinched their hearts.

"ah……"

Blood flowed from their chests and stained the road beneath them. After the paper-pricked people were soaked in blood, each one became a lot more rosy, as if they were suddenly alive.

Their pain did not end. The paper-punched people did not crush their hearts, but their hands stirred in their chests.

The pain caused the veins on their foreheads to bulge, their cheeks to bulge, and blood to flow from the corners of their mouths.

His eyes were wide open, as if the eyeballs were about to protrude from their sockets, and the eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes.

At this time, directly above them, the female ghost looked down at them, her long hair hanging down, slowly wrapping their heads.

There was another pain of suffocation, and the consciousness of the three people began to become trance-like. The feeling of suffocation made their hearts beat faster.

The paper-pricked man pinched their hearts harder, which made their pain more intense.

Eventually, the paper pricks became harder and harder because their hearts were beating too fast. Their hearts finally couldn't bear the pressure and burst...

The three people just lost their breath and couldn't die anymore.

Ye Chen turned off the live broadcast and slowly stood up. It's still very early, around three in the morning... It doesn't seem appropriate to go to bed or go out.

"Ding, the trial is completed, Chen Gang, the fear value is 697 and the despair value is 734."

"Fuqiu, the fear value is 732 and the despair value is 898."

"Cheng Liyuan, the fear value is 879 and the despair value is 915."

"Under comprehensive evaluation..."

"Ding, Death Judge Ye Chen has received an S-level evaluation, and will be rewarded with 8,000 points, 2,000,000 cash, and a permanent skill: Big Time!"

Ye Chen stood up and stretched. Since it was not suitable for sleeping or going out, he simply turned on the desk lamp in the study, took out one, sat under the desk lamp, and started to read.

Ye Chen himself still liked reading. However, after he became the Death Judge, he became very busy and did not have much time to really read.

Today is a coincidence, the time is just right, and there is nothing else to do if I don’t read.

However, it was easy for Ye Chen to concentrate on the book when he was reading. Naturally, when he was completely immersed in the book, his perceptual ability would gradually withdraw, and in the end, his attention was completely focused on the book.

Just as he was fascinated by the scene, a series of gunshots suddenly sounded in his ears, and all the glass in his study room was shattered.

There were even a lot of bullets that hit Ye Chen. After all, his figure under the desk lamp was so conspicuous that even if others didn't want to notice, it would be difficult.

However, these bullets did not cause any harm to Ye Chen. With Ye Chen's current physical condition, even if he was directly hit by a bomb, there would not be any damage at all.

However, he didn't notice those in demand before, so he didn't release energy to protect his study. Many of his books were pierced by bullets, and it seemed that there was no way to read them anymore.

Ye Chen's eyes narrowed. He really felt sorry for these books of his. Although these books were not expensive, he had picked them back one by one, and it took him a lot of thought.

Ye Chen put down the book on his hand and stood up. The desk lamp in his room may have been intentionally set by the most sought-after people, so it has not been extinguished yet, which allowed the most sought-after people to still be able to see him.

When these people discovered that Ye Chen could still stand up, their bullet spray speed became even faster. These hotshots all felt that they had gotten a good deal on this task this time.

According to the information the other party gave them, this time the target was just an ordinary person, and in the end he had some boxing and kicking skills. For people like them, the so-called boxing and kicking skills were ridiculous. The price offered by the other party was enough for them to kill ten such people.

So they were very attentive.

When the gunmen realized that their bullets could not kill the target, they vaguely felt that something was wrong. Logically speaking, the figure under the desk lamp should have fallen long ago. But for some reason, they fired so many shots. But the man still had no intention of falling.

The leader of the team said a few words to the wireless device, and immediately the cat walked over cautiously, and then got in through the broken window.

Ye Chen grinned and sneered as he looked at the hotshot man who had wrapped himself tightly.

The shooter was startled. He really didn't understand why this figure was obviously standing here as a person and not the puppet they thought. But after so many shots, this person didn't fall down.

This was too strange for him.

However, strangely enough, this hotshot reacted very quickly. The gun in his hand was already aimed at Ye Chen's eyebrows. It was obvious that this was a hotshot who had received very professional training. Otherwise, there would be no such thing. Such fast reaction speed and marksmanship.

He pulled the trigger. At this close distance, the shooter didn't think his target could escape. He could already vaguely see a blood hole appearing on his target's forehead. This was a very interesting scene for him.

Just as he thought, the target did not escape from his hand, but stood still and was shot by his bullet, but instead of the bloody hole he imagined, the bullet shriveled up, Taken from his forehead by the target.

Ye Chen smiled at the man with eyes full of surprise and horror: "You really took over a loss-making business this time. You spent so much effort to return home, but in the end you only received half of the money. The mercenaries are gone."

The hot shot didn't fully understand what Ye Chen said, but he understood it to some extent. The target in front of him seemed to already know their identity...

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