Endless Debt

The shotgun fired repeatedly, piercing one body after another, and the broken flesh and blood were evenly smeared on the wall.

Boluogo hummed a strange melody, and the struggling mask on his face seemed to come to life. The fangs and angry eyes completely covered Boluogo's face, turning him into a living ghost.

Horror instantly engulfed the guards, and they fled in extreme panic, but this was a carnival night, and the evil spirits did not allow anyone to leave the party before dawn.

"The man stands up!"

Boluogo raised his gun and cheered.

The power given by the devil was lingering in his body, and there was a burning pain in his palms. At the same time, there were countless light pillars in Bologo's eyes, and they rose in the dark night.

Each beam of light represents a name on the list. When Bologo fires and crushes a person's life, the brilliant beam of light will dim and shatter.

This reminded Boluogo of the game "Previous Life". Under the beam of light were mission targets that needed to be killed. Under the power of the devil, they had nowhere to hide.

"He can't take it anymore!"

Bologg emptied his ammunition and stepped over the corpses on the ground. He chased the remaining guards. In panic, the guards hid in the building and closed the door tightly, thinking that this would stop Bologg.

"Damn it, where did this guy come from!"

In the darkness inside the building, the guards screamed in terror.

They didn't understand, and no one did. They were just a group of ordinary gang members. Although fighting and killing were common in gangs, it was too strange that they were single-handedly killed today.

The leader of the gang couldn't understand all this. He packed up his money in the office and prepared to escape.

The gang has been very peaceful recently, so they probably haven't messed with anyone, so why are they being attacked? The leader tried to communicate with Bologo, who picked up the microphone and shouted over the radio.

But Boluogo didn't react at all. He just hummed and pulled the trigger repeatedly. If the bullet was empty, he would pull out the claw hammer and folding knife, and continue to crush one life after another.

Silent and speechless, he was like the approaching death, refusing all communication and faithfully performing his duties.

In comparison, the gangsters are more reasonable than Boluogo.

The guards raised their guns and stared at the door in front of them with vigilance. They locked the evil spirit out, but a few seconds later a violent banging sound came from behind the door, and a claw hammer repeatedly hit the door lock.

"Fire!"

The guards shouted, gunfire flashed out, bullets repeatedly penetrated the door, gouging holes one after another in the steel, and dim light fell into the room through the holes, like a spear of light penetrating the steel.

The tense nerves relaxed slightly. In the eyes of the guards, this dense rain of bullets was enough to kill anyone. The shocking sound of hammering also disappeared. Everyone looked at the door expectantly.

The next moment, a black shadow climbed up from the ground, covering all the holes and all the light.

"Fire!"

The guards yelled again, they no longer understood what they were facing.

Bullets penetrated the door repeatedly, but the hammering sound did not stop. The door began to dent until the fierce blow smashed the door lock and the door collapsed.

"He's going to stand up! Stand up and fight against these evils!"

Amid the cheers, the flying ax split open a man's head, and blood sprinkled on White's face. Huge fear penetrated his mind, and he didn't even have the strength to pull the trigger.

White, who was born in poverty, joined a gang at a young age, but has always been a street gangster. Recently, he finally joined this powerful gang and was assigned firearms. He thought his legendary life was about to begin, but tonight Nightmare kills all.

He watched helplessly as the evil figure came in, dragged up the collapsed door panel, and blocked several gunshots. Then he strode forward and smashed several people's heads with a claw hammer. Someone tried He swung the short knife, but when he was about to get close to him, he was shot by a short-handled shotgun.

That was no longer considered shooting. The evil spirit directly put the muzzle of the gun against the man's chest, and then pulled the trigger. The man's body felt like it had been hit by a heavy hammer, and blood sprayed out as he retreated.

Death, blood, grief, but only no need for repentance.

Boluogo felt great at the moment. One beam after another was annihilated, and one name after another was crossed off the list.

After removing the ax from the corpse's head, White on the side trembled and wailed. Death was approaching, but Boluogo did not swing the ax to chop off his head.

The strangely growing mask made Boluogo's face look like an evil spirit. His green eyes stared at White, and then he sounded a somewhat crazy voice.

"You're not on the list."

Boluogo did not kill White, but the extremely cold fear was still released from the mask and impacted White's mind. He saw a scene far more terrifying than death.

The evil spirit let out bursts of laughter and painted graffiti on White's pale face with blood. Then he walked towards the depths of the building, leaving White alone, falling into collapse and madness in the sea of ​​​​blood and corpses, muttering madly. It kept echoing in his ears, dragging White into the hell of fantasy.

"Damn it, what's going on with this lunatic?"

In the narrow and dark secret passage, the leader whispered to his deputy.

At an inexplicable time, I met an inexplicable murderer. He didn't even give a reason, so he just let people lose their lives one after another.

The leader felt that at the end of life, the worst thing could be this. You couldn't even figure out how you died, and you died so meaninglessly.

You think that the other person has some kind of deep grudge against you, but in fact, the other person just seems to have nothing to do and wants to crush ants, and he just thinks it's fun.

"Could it be what happened before?" The deputy thought of something, "We helped those people and trafficked a lot of people before..."

"That was all so long ago!"

"Can……"

The deputy wanted to say something else, but he couldn't say anything. The sharp blade penetrated the partition of the secret passage and slit his throat.

The leader hadn't noticed this yet. The light in the secret passage was dim and narrow, and he couldn't see it all clearly, but then there was an explosion and dust flying.

Boluogo stared at the wall on one side. Two light pillars were rising from the wall. As his knife penetrated, one of the light pillars gradually dimmed. At the same time, blood flowed down the folding knife.

"A secret passage?"

As if he had discovered a hidden object, Bologo swung his claw hammer and smashed the wall. Like a decoration worker, he easily broke it open. The section was not made of solid concrete, but wooden boards and a small amount of mud and stone.

He stretched out his hand and dragged the leader out of it.

"Jackpot!"

Boluogo saw the panicked face clearly, and a line of glowing names appeared next to the man. The devil also thoughtfully marked each person's name, and Boluogo actually liked this tyrant a little bit.

Staring at the horrifying mask, tons of fear was poured into the leader's mind, like a mental torture, and he cried and howled.

"Why, at least tell me why?"

From the beginning to the end, he didn't understand why it happened like this, that he suffered misfortune in such an inexplicable way, and died in such an inexplicable way.

The leader felt that no matter what... at least give him a reason to die.

Boluogo looked at his tie and said with a smile.

"I don't like your tie."

The claw hammer came down, and the wailing ceased.

After walking out of the slaughterhouse-like building, Bologo glanced at the pile of corpses on the side, raised the shotgun, and pulled the trigger on the pile of corpses.

The flesh and blood exploded, and one of the dim light pillars was completely extinguished.

Looking around, all the light pillars here disappeared and were cleared by Boluogo. It was like playing a game and finally cleared all the question marks in an area.

Sit back in the car, start the engine, run over the fence, and continue running wildly on the streets of Opos.

Tonight was short, but Boluogo still had many people to kill, so he never let go of the accelerator, like a desperado in a hurry.

Rolling down the car window, the night breeze poured into the car and blew away the hot smell of blood. Boluogo suddenly remembered the fairy tale he had read before.

With the help of the witch, Cinderella got a set of beautiful clothes and glass slippers. The mouse turned into a coachman, and the pumpkin turned into a carriage. The ugly duckling-like girl turned into a beautiful white swan. Unfortunately, all this was just a matter of time. It lasts until midnight.

Boluogo felt that he now looked like Cinderella, to be precise, a Cinderella who had strayed into a bloody action movie.

The overalls now filled with weapons are his skirt, and the pitted and roaring steel beast beneath him is his pumpkin carriage.

Using this analogy, Boluogo felt that Dudel who lived on the radio was his coachman, but the radio host had no idea what was going on and kept cheering on the radio.

Who knows why this guy is so happy tonight... In fact, Boluogo is also quite happy. Maybe this is really a carnival night.

As for the glass slipper, it is in the eyes of Boluogo. The burning list indicates the location of each person. Boluogo is wearing it and rushing to everyone's funeral.

What is even more gratifying is that at midnight Cinderella will lose everything she has, and midnight is just the beginning for Bologna.

"Sounds like a murderous fairy tale."

Burlogo likes his whimsical ideas, and if given the chance, he would like to make it all into a movie.

Fairy tales are fairy tales, and movies are movies. What is running on the streets tonight is not some Cinderella who has fallen in love, but an evil spirit who longs for the pain of evildoers.

There was a screeching sound of brakes in the night. Before the car stopped, Bologo opened the car door, dragging the shotgun in one hand and holding the claw hammer used to knock on the door in the other.

Smash open the man's door, break his knees as he screams, tear off the wires, wrap them around his neck, and kick him out of the window during his feeble struggle. outside.

"Do you want money? I'll give you all the money!"

Turning around, another man screamed.

"Sorry, I'm not doing it for money." Boluogo was still in the mood to chat with the man.

"Then whatever you want, as long as I can give it, I will give it to you!"

Another person's wailing sound came from the window, and the sound irritated the man, and he spoke incoherently.

"Ah... I want love and peace!" Boluogo said.

The man was startled. The blood-stained appearance of Bologo had nothing to do with the so-called "love and peace". However, when Bologo talked about this, his tone was extremely sincere. This guy was serious.

"There is no other way. For the sake of love and peace, I can only wrong you."

Boluogo said helplessly, smashed his knees with a hammer, and then drowned him in the toilet.

Finished in one go, Boluogo looked at the time and praised himself as an expert, his efficiency was getting higher and higher.

Walking downstairs, the silver-white car waited loyally in place. Driven by Boluogo's violence, the car body was covered with stains and scars, full of violence and wildness.

"Next, next, next!"

Boluogo shouted and stepped on the accelerator, heading towards another hunting ground tonight. On the tall building behind him, the man stopped struggling and was completely hanged on the outer wall. After a short pause, the wires collapsed and the body was The ground was smashed to pieces.

Tomorrow should be a double update. I will work hard to write and save the manuscript and make adjustments.