Gamers Are Fierce

Li Ang started the car and drove along the road.

At this time, it was late at night, and the community was already in tranquility. The old car Li Ang drove was out of step with the community environment. On the second and third floors of some houses on both sides, someone faintly looked over.

In high-end American communities, residents have a strong sense of safety. If neighbors see sneaky non-community residents on the street in the middle of the night, they will call the community office or even the local police station.

Li Ang did not change his face, did not let go of the accelerator, and continued straight ahead, past George Carter's house, and even out of the community.

Chai Cuiqiao asked curiously: "Huh? Aren't you going to find that guy?"

Li Ang shook his head, "Stopping now will make the residents of the community call the police. First wait for me to park the car outside."

He parked the vehicle on a street outside the community, got off the vehicle, and returned to the community in the dark at a quick pace that was completely inconsistent with his old appearance.

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George Carter lay on the bed in the bedroom, drank a small half glass of whiskey floating with scattered ice cubes, put the quilt on the bedside table, and looked through the detective book in his hand by the light.

He is an ordinary middle-aged man who works in the Frankfurt police station and is an excellent forensic doctor. The family is happy and the husband and wife are harmonious. The son and daughter who have just started elementary school are smart and cute. The family of four is a very standard white middle-class American family.

The only misfortune is probably that his wife, who runs the dental clinic, makes a lot more money than him...

Damn it, everyone is obviously a doctor.

"Cracking"

There was the sound of pots and pans falling to the ground on the first floor, followed by a sharp cat cry.

Did the wild cat break into the house?

George Carter frowned slightly and listened to the outside ear of the door, not hearing anything.

He put the book on the bedside table and whispered in the ear of his sleeping wife beside him: "I'll go down and see what's going on. John may have opened the backyard window again."

John is the name of his son.

The wife who was immersed in the dream gave a vague "um" and did not wake up.

George Carter carefully lifted the quilt, put on the blue plush slippers beside the bed, took a steel baseball bat from the gap between the closet and the wall, and pushed out the door.

It was pitch black in the corridor, and George Carter pressed the button and turned on the lights to go downstairs.

He first went around in the bedroom of his son and daughter on the second floor, helped them tuck the quilt corner, and walked out of the living room.

"Meow!"

A sharp cat cry came from the kitchen again, and George Carter shook his head, thinking to himself that he must tell Little John not to open the backyard door during the day tomorrow.

He walked into the kitchen and could see some knives and forks falling to the floor by the moonlight, but he did not see the cat.

Patter.

He turned on the light in the kitchen and wanted to see where the **** wild cat was.

"Meow~"

The cat cry changed from the sharpness and panic just now, and became lazy and idle, like a cat comfortably licking its own hair.

The only problem is that the source of this meow is just above George Carter's head.

The forensic doctor only felt like he was falling into an ice cave, and an extreme sense of panic enveloped his heart-he could even hear the sound of blood vessels freezing.

He, like a rusty machine, slowly raised his head and looked overhead.

On the ceiling of the kitchen, there is a white woman in her fifties wearing loose red short-sleeves and jeans. She has a wicked smile on her mouth. She sticks out her tongue and licks her lips, looking at George Carter like a ghost. There was another meow.

"Meow~"

! !

George Carter stepped back in horror, unable to stand firmly under his feet, and fell to the ground.

Boom.

Li Ang loosened the palm of his hand that was holding the crack in the wall, and fell from the ceiling, his body rotated slightly in the air, like a tiger, bending his limbs and falling to the ground.

George Carter was completely frightened and speechless. He is a seasoned forensic doctor who has seen countless horror scenes, but a corpse is essentially different from a living thing...

Li Ang crawled towards him in no hurry, his limbs twisting back and forth like spiders, each hand and foot seemed to have its own consciousness.

With that weird and hideous smile, it looks more exciting than the scene in the horror movie.

George Carter relied on a strong personal will to resist the urge to incontinence. He desperately moved his limp limbs and moved backwards, while taking a deep breath, wanting to yell, "Ah--"

However, Li Ang moved faster than him and rushed directly in front of him, slapped him with a strange smile.

Snapped.

The applause was clear and sweet, and extremely loud.

George Carter covered his sore, red cheeks, and for a moment he forgot to scream—even his father hadn't beaten him!

"Shhh,"

Li Ang stretched his neck, lowered his voice and said, "I was sent by your grandfather. You have to listen to me."

"??"

George Carter's eyes widened, and he sucked in his breath and said, "My grandfather died twenty years ago..."

Li Ang was taken aback, and immediately said with a gloomy face, "I am your grandfather's new wife."

George Carter said weakly: "But my grandpa likes men..."

"Huh?" Li Ang was stunned again, "Your grandfather likes men, then how did your father come from?"

The forensic doctor’s voice became weaker, "Adopt..."

"...Fine."

Li Ang rolled his eyes and put on a ferocious expression again, "Anyway, your grandpa heard that you wanted to be an astronaut since you were a child. He is happy. He sent me to feed you your favorite big mouth."

Having said that, Li Ang slapped George Carter several times with his forehand and backhand, and his cheeks were swollen and Xiafei's cheeks were dizzy.

"Now, I say, listen."

Li Ang shook the forensic doctor he had obtained, "Understood?"

George Carter nodded subconsciously~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Very good. "

Li Ang patted the forensic doctor on the shoulder with satisfaction, took out a photo of Irene Raphael from his pocket, and handed it over, "Do you know this young lady?"

George Carter shook his head and refocused his eyes. Almost the moment he saw the photo, he was struck by lightning, his palm shook and the photo fell to the ground.

"Sorry, sorry."

The forensic doctor said hurriedly, picked up the photo, looked at it a few times pretendingly, and forced his composure, and said to Li Ang, "Sorry, I don't know..."

Click.

Li Ang pinched his neck with a cold face, "Brother, who are you acting with?"

George Carter was held tightly by Li Ang's neck, his face flushed, and he was suffocated instantly, his fingers clasped Li Ang's palm weakly, and his throat made a hard noise.

"I'll ask you again, do you know her?"

Li Ang asked in a deep tone, but the forensic doctor still didn't say anything very tenaciously, just staring at him with red eyes.

"Yo, kind of stubborn? Refusing to say it, right?"

Li Ang sneered and picked up a kitchen knife, and gestured back and forth towards the forensic doctor's face, "Don't say, believe it or not, I draw a nine-square pattern on your beautiful little face?"

His threat did not work. The forensic doctor was loyal and unyielding, and he was not afraid of power. Even if the corners of his mouth were foaming, he refused to give in to Li Ang.

A few seconds later, Li Ang suddenly realized that he released the palm of the opponent's neck, let the latter kneel to the ground, and resumed his breathing "hisshhhh".

"Sorry, forgot that you were pinched and speechless."

Li Ang sincerely apologized, "But brother, the feel of your neck is a bit like a Juewei duck neck. It feels good when you pinch it, don't you consider cutting a few pieces and selling it?"