Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 53: Killing joke one

I stood in the shadow of the alley and looked at the bar, and there was a circle of marquees running on the sign, which complemented the prosperous lights on the side. The city shrouded in darkness, the dying streets, the feasting and feasting surrounded by loneliness.

　　 The men and women who go in and out from time to time hug and laugh at each other. Both the burly guards and the waiters in charge of parking are wearing neat uniforms. They center on the entrance of the bar, patrolling every face that appears in their vision with a vicious and cautious line of sight.

　　All the guys with poor appearance and suspicious outfits will be driven away quickly without disturbing others as much as possible.

　　 This is the first time I have seen this kind of scene outside of TV.

　　 does not have any real feeling.

　　 We are divided into two worlds at the junction of shadows.

　　 clearly distinct.

　　The only ambiguity is in the shadow.

　　 quark fell on the top of the air conditioner on the outside of the wall, and the dark feathers appeared and disappeared in the neon light.

　　 No one noticed.

　　 I turned into the alleyway in my memory. The bright light seemed to be blocked by the invisible barrier at the entrance. Uneasy silence lurked in the huge black shadow, silently rejecting any curious visit. The figure passed by at the entrance, as if this alleyway was another out of place in the world.

　　The wall is mottled, and a rusty iron ladder hovering on the other wall. About five meters further in, there are black garbage bags piled up like a hill.

　　 I saw the back door that Luanzhong entered. The door was covered with iron. It looked like abandoned, and it was filled with malicious graffiti painted by someone in chalk.

　　 No handle was seen on the door, only an inconspicuous keyhole and cat's eye were bare.

　　 The camera was not found.

　　 I stuck to the wall on the side of the door lock and reached out and knocked on the iron door.

　　 A slight footstep came up from the door, he couldn't see anyone, so there was no sound.

　　 knocked on the door again.

　　 started quietly again.

　　 knocked on the door for the third time.

　　 Someone murmured vaguely inside, and spoke a few words with other people in a desperate manner.

　　 knocked on the door for the fourth time.

　　 The iron gate was pushed aside with anger, and a tall man leaned his head sideways. I lifted my hood and met his gaze that just turned. The man's movements suddenly stagnated, his eyes widened, and the facial features on his face were distorted into a look of horror.

　　 This is just what happened in one second.

　　 I reached out and grabbed his throat, and before he could react, I drew the dagger from my waist and pierced it into his kidney. He grabbed my arm, and I could feel the rapid loss of strength in his trembling body. I leaned close to his face, sniffed his **** breath, and stared at his eyes, as if the lost vitality was entering my body through some mysterious channel.

　　 My body is hot.

　　 I am calm.

　　 I know what I am doing.

　　 This man is so strong.

　　 But killing others does not require much force, only the right timing, location and weapons.

　　 Thinking and judgment far beyond the depth and thickness of other lives, this is the origin of human power.

　　 I drew out the dagger, blood gushing from the man’s abdomen, and quickly stained his tight black waistcoat. Before he fell to his knees, I pinched him by the throat and pushed him into the door. Hidden in his body and walked in.

　　The man who has not died seems to be going backwards.

　　's weird posture made the people in the room scream with surprise, laughter and curse.

　　 "What's the matter?" someone asked.

　　There are three voices in total, and I push the man to the one with a serious and serious voice.

　　 "Hey, hey, what the **** are you doing..." The voice was interrupted by a duck holding its neck.

　　 I stood staring at them in the spinning colored lights in the room. There were indeed three people, one standing by the opposite door, wearing a neat uniform, with a walkie-talkie pinned to his waist. The other two are burly men, dressed as thugs, one is lying on the sofa listening to headphones, and the other is cooking instant noodles.

　　 is really a pleasant place.

　　 The stabbed man fell soft and convulsed in the arms of the uniformed man from time to time.

　　 They seemed stunned.

　　 "Good evening." I raised my left arm, and the crossbow shot a short arrow, hitting the uniformed man's throat with one blow, and the radio fell to the ground and made a noise of electrical feedback.

　　 The other two men jumped up like frightened rabbits, one took out a dagger and the other shook off a stick.

　　The man on the sofa closest to me was playing with a knife, and rushed up first and swung his dagger desperately.

　　 Maybe he thought he could deal with me alone, but I disagree.

　　 I just leaned back slightly, and easily avoided the flash of light across my throat, kicked his calf with a kick, and the blade ejected from the heel plunged into his shin.

　　The man on the sofa screamed like a pig, and his body fell short, revealing the instant noodle man hiding behind him.

　　 slammed the stick with the sound of the wind and pounced on my face, hitting my raised forearm, making a metal crash.

　　 A strong electric current drilled into the body along the arm.

　　 My muscles trembled uncontrollably, my pores tightened, and I couldn't stop the numb feeling from penetrating into my internal organs. I almost felt that when I breathed, I would expel charred gas.

　　 There is a suction force that prevents the arm from being easily separated from the stick.

　　 If it were an ordinary person, he would get down on the ground with a single blow, but the body struggled away.

　　 took a step back, the residual current leaked into the ground along the soles of the feet, and the power quickly recovered in the body.

　　The man on the sofa threw himself at my foot, and the dagger pierced my shoe upper. The sofa man walked around from the side, bending over like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity.

　　 The dagger came in contact with the upper as he wished, but was blocked by the reinforced iron sheet. When the sofa man was still surprised, he was kicked in the throat by me and curled up on the ground without coughing.

　　The instant noodle man rushed forward, but threw the stick out, turned back and ran towards the back door.

　　 I avoided the swing stick and shot a crossbow bolt through his neck from behind. The man staggered and fell on the door, his slid body painted bright red graffiti on the door.

　　 I picked up the swinging stick and found that there was a power-on button on it. I pressed it, and the stick made a sizzling sound.

　　As a trophy, I stick a stick into the belt of the trench coat.

　　 I grabbed the sofa man's short hair and dragged him to the side of the sofa. He uttered a hoarse whine.

　　 I was sitting on the sofa. The man crawled on the ground like a dead snake. I pulled his head up and stared into his eyes. His constricted pupils and painful expression all showed his fear.

　　The black shadow flew in from the half-open iron gate, the sound of wings flapping all over the room.

　　 quark dexterously landed on the man's shoulder, turning his head and staring at him like a glass bead.

　　 When it blinked, its eyes turned black and white, and the man trembled like a monster.

　　 "Where is the thing?" I asked vaguely on purpose.

　　 "What, what?" He spit out words with difficulty.

　　The wounded throat made his voice hoarse like charcoal.

　　 "I know about Luanzhong. I know who you are." I let myself smile kindly, but I saw a terrifying reflection in the man's eyes.

　　 I am not me, but the devil with a face.

　　Weird, ferocious, and full of fearful power.

　　 "It’s better to tell me honestly, because when I’m upset, I will use your ears, nose, lips, fingers..." I lightly tapped the above-mentioned organs with a dagger, just like savoring my own craftsmanship. Craftsman, "Cut them all off. We have enough time, don't we?"

　　 The sofa man’s facial features are twisted, struggling desperately, but his power can't even turn his head.

　　 "To prove that I am an honest person, so..."

　　 I waved the dagger, cold light flashed from the side of the man on the sofa, and the thing fell on the soft red carpet, and I kicked it away. The quark flew over, pecking at the rotating light and shadow.

　　The sofa man wailed again like a cry.

　　 "Forgive me, forgive me, please forgive me, I'm just a blow..."

　　 "It's okay, tell me what you know."

　　 So he trembles in a hoarse voice~IndoMTL.com~ tells me what he knows.

　　 This is a branch of an organization that calls itself the "Goat Guild", and it probably only entered the city at the beginning of this year. They brought a batch of rare psychedelic drugs, but did not enter the market with a big fanfare, but acted in a very inefficient single-line mode. They send someone to screen and contact customers who meet the criteria, and give them the first medicine for free. Once they take the psychedelic medicine, they will become believers. After that, more psychedelic drugs can only be obtained through other channels.

　　The effect of the psychedelic drug called "Paradise" is remarkable and unique. Its addictive and psychedelic effects are not fixed, but it will be significantly enhanced in response to personal stress, anxiety, dissatisfaction and expansion of emptiness. So most of the guests are anti-social people, highly stressed employees, students who are overworked with their studies, confused people, and the like.

　　Some people take psychedelic drugs to exert powerful powers that are incompatible with their original physique, and they become full of violence. These people will be trained to become members of the internal special forces.

　　This organization pursues mystery and safety rather than efficiency. Believers and members are divided into two independent systems. Believers pursue faith and contribution, and members pursue money or other tangible rewards. The sofa man was not a believer, and the few people killed in this room were not believers, but just low-level thugs who were in charge of keeping the door.

　　 Luanzhong is a believer, and the sofa man has nothing to do with him.

　　 "I heard... I heard..." The sofa man gasped and said, "This is a global organization, and some customers are government officials."

　　 He showed his arm and asked me to look at the tattoo on it with the help of light, which is a sign of organization.

　　 It was a logo modeled on Leonardo’s masterpiece "The Vitruvian Man", except that the human head became a goat's head with angled horns.