Death Inquisitor

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His heartbeat actually coincided with the footsteps!

How fast the footsteps are, how fast they beat.

If this continues, I am afraid it will be overwhelmed and lead to a series of serious consequences.

"It was the sound that affected me. This must be the Death Judge using sound to attack, just like a sonic weapon." As a former senior engineer, Chris also participated in the research and selection of sonic weapons.

But it is a pity that he was not selected in the selection when he was still young.

But if you want to participate in the selection, you must do some research in this area. Therefore, after discovering that his heartbeat was affected by the sound of footsteps, Chris immediately thought of sonic weapons.

"Cover your ears and meditate! Think about other things. That little stunner Deanna is so hot! Yes, think about her long legs! Chris, come on!"

Slowly, the footsteps seemed to really weaken.

But another sound rang in Chris's ears.

Familiar high-pitched screams hit his brain, and the fifth limb immediately began to be filled with blood.

"Damn it, why did I hear Diana's bitch cry?" Chris, who had closed his eyes in meditation, suddenly opened his eyes with a look of horror on his face.

Although the footsteps disappeared, he seemed to have fallen into another danger.

The surrounding thick fog was blurry, and there were blurry figures appearing.

It's Diana!

No! Not Diana, but monsters with the same figure as Diana!

Faintly in the thick fog, Chris could only see the figures of these figures, so he thought these were Diana.

But when they got within one meter and could see their faces clearly, Chris was horrified to realize that this was not the beauty he had imagined at all.

They are clearly monsters with lizard heads and beautiful bodies!

"Damn it, don't come here! You're not that bitch from Diana, get out of here!" Chris turned around and ran away in a panic, his face turning pale.

I still feel a little nauseous in my heart.

Unconsciously, the image of Diana that he had been having fun with was replaced with a lizard head in his mind. It felt really sour and refreshing, and his stomach was twitching.

"Damn it, stop it, what kind of damn fantasy is that!" Chris went crazy.

He knew that he would never be able to look at Diana and be intimate with her again in his life.

Of course, that would require him to survive the Death Judge first.

After running until he was exhausted and confirmed that he had gotten rid of those damn monsters, Chris stopped with his hands on his knees and kept panting on the spot.

There were big beads of sweat on his forehead.

After these two frights, his sleepiness and drunkenness completely disappeared.

"It's just a broken knife, but it's so difficult. The Death Judge is too insidious." Chris thought angrily after resting for a while before regaining some strength.

Because in his opinion, the Death Judge is too indifferent to human rights.

Before doing something like this, you should at least ask them if they are willing to do it. They were forced to participate in such a dangerous fog, and the prize they got in the end was just a knife.

After all, he was a dignified Chris Assyrian, known as the King of Arms. He didn't even care about tens of thousands of submachine guns, they were just items used for trading.

Now, for a mere cold weapon, one has to risk one's life. What a gap!

"I don't know what happened to the others. If the casualties are serious, I'm afraid that even if they get the weapons, they may not be the opponents of the red dot team." Chris suddenly became worried.

If I had known this earlier, I might as well have waited there and let others attack them. At least I could have been waiting for work.

"Wait, what is this smell?" Suddenly, when Chris breathed, he noticed something was wrong with the air around him.

There is a faint smell of rust.

His muscles tensed up and he looked around nervously.

The successive changes have made him feel like a frightened bird, and every tree and plant is on guard. The slightest movement is enough to make him fearful.

He moved softly, breathing weakly. Chris hurriedly moved forward, trying to reduce the noise he made so as to better listen to the sounds around him.

It was quiet, except for his faint footsteps and breathing, there was no unusual sound.

But the smell of rust in the air was clearly getting stronger.

After walking about three meters forward, Chris suddenly stopped suddenly, and the hairs all over his body stood up.

Because in the thick fog about one meter in front of him, there was clearly a black figure lying on the ground.

"Is it a human? Or a monster? Alive or dead?" In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Chris' mind.

I began to hesitate in my heart. Should I get closer and see the real face, or should I escape as soon as possible before danger is caused?

"The smell of rust!? Yes! That's the smell of blood! So the person in front of me is a dead person? Could it be that he was the person who went into the thick fog with me!" Chris suddenly thought of something, and his expression changed drastically.

If the danger in this thick fog is really fatal, then it is impossible for all the nearly a hundred people who followed him in to be intact.

Perhaps in front of him was the body of an acquaintance of his.

Thinking of this, Chris quickly took a few steps forward and finally saw clearly the appearance of the deceased.

It's Sophia! One of the few women among his men is 37 years old. Although he has a nice name, his appearance is actually just average, but he is actually a business genius and public relations expert.

When negotiating business with those arms dealers, you can always get a little advantage while negotiating successfully.

However, at this time, this strong woman had turned into a cold body.

Her chest was sunken downwards, there was coagulated blood on the corners of her mouth and chin, and there were also many blood clots on her golden hair, making her look very miserable.

At the same time, her eyes widened and her mouth opened wide, as if she had seen something that frightened and shocked her before she died.

"What on earth could be so powerful about the chest?" Chris felt a chill on his body. ..

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