647: Is killing fun?

He himself was seriously injured, how could he withstand such an impact? He only groaned in the dark, and then he kept twisting on the ground.

Su Ming was afraid that the black-clothed man would shoot when his popularity deteriorated, so he immediately fumbled and snatched the gun from the black-clothed man's hand. While fumbling, he found something tough.

He thought this thing was a dangerous item like a bomb, so he snatched it and finished it all.

Su Ming put the muzzle on the man in black, and then nervously said: "Don't move! Otherwise I will shoot!"

The man in black gasped for a long time without speaking. Su Ming paused before realizing that the initiative was in his hands, so he yelled:

Killing "Is it fun? Don't you know that those you killed have family members? How would their families feel when they heard the news?! Do you know how many people you killed?"

"More than forty! In addition, there are more than fifty experimenters! So many families have been ruined by you! Now are you satisfied? Are you happy? Are you happy?!"

Su Ming yelled, and then he felt a lot more comfortable. From the time the incident happened until just now, he was in a state of extreme panic.

There was no power to fight back. Once the threat of death disappeared, his panic immediately rebounded, so he vented his dissatisfaction fiercely.

Hearing this, the man in black continued to gasp, Su Ming opened his mouth wide and exhaled a few breaths, and then yelled: "Why don't you speak?"

"Is it speechless? Does it feel like I've been punished? Deserve it! You bastard! Tell you to point your gun at me--"

"Tell you to throw a grenade at me-tell you to put your head on my neck-tell you to lie to me twice-fortunately we are still compatriots in the same country! I scare! Fart compatriots!!"

Su Ming slammed the black man's kick every time he said a word. Later, when he almost jumped up and stomped on him, the black man was stepped on by him so that he couldn't say a word. After a while, the guy was silent.

Su Ming stopped and took a few rough breaths, and noticed that the man in black was silent, he took the man in black again, and then said loudly:

"Want to pretend to be dead! You are not terrific! Killing is like killing a chicken! You can also flip forward and back somersault! Why don't you turn somersault now? Huh!"

…0 Seeking flowers…

The man in black was still silent, Su Ming felt something was wrong, so he kicked the man in black and asked: "Hey one by one, are you dead? Hey--hey--"

The man in black was lying on the ground and didn't move at all. Su Ming was a little dumbfounded. He originally wanted to let out a vent, but he didn't even think about killing the man in black.

........00

He is just a fifteen-year-old boy, and he has never thought about murder.

Su Ming couldn't help feeling a little flustered when he thought of this. He is now in a tunnel, surrounded by darkness, and his legs feel a little weak when he thinks that he might be standing on top of a corpse.

In order to confirm whether the man in black is really dead, Su Ming slowly squatted down, and then reached out to touch the man in black's aorta, feeling the blood of the other person still flowing.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and then he thought about it; it's not a problem to stay here all the time.

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