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"With Brother Ross on the way, it should be stable now, right?"

Butch and the remaining four huddled together to hide from the rain under a house that had been a coffee shop.

Man, after all, is a group animal.

When people stay together in groups, the feeling of being in the group will dispel the fear and add a little courage for no reason.

It made the atmosphere of these people a little more relaxed, and they dared to chat to relieve their uneasy mood.

"That must be stable."

Butch said bitterly: "If he falls into my hands, I will definitely make his life worse than death. Gouging out his eyes, chopping up his lower body, and putting him in a cage with the foul blood beast. "

"I just didn't expect that kid to be."

The members of the Black Blood Gang couldn't help but think of their dead companions again, and their hearts shuddered.

If they knew that An Le had such strength before, they would not have followed Butch no matter what.

No matter how much money is given, there is only one life!

But now, it's too late.

"tick.tick"

Raindrops fell from the sky, and the white rain curtain covered the world, and also covered up many sounds that should have been noticed.

Someone in the coffee shop said with emotion: "It's really a heavy rain."

"yes."

A younger brother subconsciously responded.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he suddenly felt something was wrong. This accent sounds so strange, doesn't it?

And when the man turned his head, a crowbar was swung straight at his throat.

"Ugh! Ho-ho."

Blood splattered.

The large blood vessels in the neck were torn, presenting a brutal scene like slit throat.

This member of the Black Blood Gang tightly covered his neck, breathing like an old bellows from his mouth.

He wanted to stop the flow of blood and life, but it was only in vain.

"What!?"

Butch and the others turned their heads suddenly, being sprayed all over by the splashed blood.

Only then did they realize that An Le had quietly walked in through the back door of the coffee shop, and killed another person in front of them in a grand manner!

at this time.

An Le's clothes were wet from the rain, but there were still very obvious blood stains that could not be washed away.

Most of this is the remnants of Anle's throat being splattered after he broke his throat with a crowbar.

In fact, An Le chose to kill in this way purely because she thought it was convenient and quick, and it would keep the dead from making a sound. It was not a special hobby or preference.

It would be too unfair to be called a "throat-cutting expert".

Funny to say.

Just now he was discussing how to deal with Anle's Butch, but now he was like a little chick whose neck was pinched, unable to utter a word.

Moreover, they clearly had the superiority in numbers, four against one, but no one dared to take the lead in attacking.

——These people have been scared out of their wits.

"I just heard, what do you want me to do to me?"

Anle smiled lightly.

The smile can even be called "friendly", but once the blood on his body is connected with the crowbar in his hand, it will only make people tremble and feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

The rain and blood did not affect the beauty of his face in the slightest.

On the contrary, that makes An Le's temperament even more bewitching, like an angel who has fallen into hell.

"No, don't kill me!"

At this time, the strong black man finally collapsed, screaming in horror, while running into the heavy rain in a panic.

Butch's rout seemed like a signal.

The rest of the Black Blood gang completely lost the desire to resist, dropped their weapons one after another, and fled in all directions.

An Le ignored the fleeing of these people, but silently stepped into the rain curtain and chased in the direction where Butch was escaping.

'I don't like killing people, you forced me to do this'

*****

It rained cats and dogs.

The rain was getting bigger and bigger without knowing it.

The white mist seemed to occupy the entire city, causing the usual eerie emptiness and silence to subside temporarily.

Butch was running wild under such a torrential rain.

This strong black man, who was loathed and even feared by the residents of the slums, completely lost his usual decency and arrogance, like a dog in the water, fleeing in a hurry under the downpour.

only because.

The footsteps sounded behind him!

"Step, step."

Again and again, accompanied by the sound of splashing rainwater, it is precise and elegant, reminiscent of the steady movement of mechanical clocks and watches.

What the clock records is the countdown of Butch's life!

'madman! He is absolutely crazy! '

Butch yelled in horror.

How could anyone kill with a smile like this?

As if it was just a trivial thing to do, like picking a weed in the garden?

besides

eyes!

In any case, Butch couldn't get An Le's eyes on him out of his mind.

Greed, coldness, and excitement. There are such emotions in the depths of the eyes, but on the surface they are extremely gentle and friendly.

as if—

A monster wearing a human mask!

'Monster, yes! '

Butch suddenly woke up.

‘Actually, he is not An Le, but a monster in human skin! '

He once heard that there is an existence called "Wandering Shadow", which can swallow the souls of ordinary people silently and replace them.

An Le must have been "eaten" by similar monsters long ago.

Therefore, human beings, when faced with gaps beyond understanding, are always willing to demonize them, as if they can get spiritual comfort.

However, even if he recognizes the essence of the opponent's monster, what can he do?

Butch was still running wild.

After all, he is just an ordinary person, even if his physique is stronger than ordinary people, his strength is limited.

With the continuous erosion of the rain, coupled with the nerves that were already on the verge of collapse.

Butch gradually lost his strength, and his legs seemed to be filled with lead, getting heavier and heavier.

And the opposite is.

The footsteps following behind him were getting closer and clearer.

finally.

In a panic, Butch fled into an alley.

He couldn't run anymore.

There was a huge garbage bin in the alley, with sewage flowing across it, and a corpse that had been decomposing for a long time was lying beside it.

When Butch saw it, he hid in hastily as if seeing a life-saving straw.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In the small space, Butch could only hear his rapid heartbeat and the patter of rain outside.

The stench lingered on the tip of the nose.

The clammy short sleeves clung to his body, oozing a biting coldness.

Butch didn't dare to move, trying to suppress his breath.

After a while, the footsteps like tarsal maggots disappeared.

The outside world seems to be calm.

After waiting for a while, Butch was full of hope, thinking: 'Could it be that he's gone? '

He raised his head slightly, trying to look out through the gap in the trash can.

But in the gap, he only saw——

A pair of blood-colored eyes!

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