I Am Not Really Related Chapter 4: Unaffordable price

Tick, tick...

The sweat on Donald's face kept dripping, which gradually overlapped with the sound of blood dripping from the whole building.

After an unknown amount of time, the gunshots and shouts outside the room suddenly disappeared.

Donald knew that, if nothing else, the people outside might have all gone to see God.

Only the dozen or so bodyguards he left in the house were left alive.

A thousand gunmen and two hundred bounty hunters are so vulnerable.

Is the other party a devil?

Why can't so many bullets and rocket launchers kill this guy?

But don't underestimate him!

After being almost alone, Donald was also aroused by his ferocity, staring at the door of the room and holding a remote control in his hand.

He knew that he might be killed, how could he not keep any trump cards?

The reason why he chose to fight against each other here is that in addition to the confidence brought by the number of people, he also secretly planted countless bombs throughout the building!

Enough to level an entire building ten times!

If you can't survive, then take the other party to hell!

This is the belief that Donald struggled to survive from the slums.

He's got a bad life, no one touches a crock pot with china.

That's why he, the rotten crock pot, survived by relying on this murderous ferocity, and then he got to where he is today step by step.

Although the current life of lavish money fans has corroded him, he can no longer associate himself with that tattered crock.

But today, reality taught him a lesson.

In the eyes of some people, he is still the tattered crock that can be thrown away at any time, and nothing has changed.

Then let his tattered crock be used to its final value!

He can drag the most vocal super killer in the past ten years to hell, and perhaps his name can be passed down together for decades!

The footsteps are getting closer, closer...

Someone is already standing outside the door!

Donald tried his best to calm down, but he swallowed subconsciously.

Before pressing the remote control in his hand and perishing together, he tried to give each other a chance to live. First release https://(www)https://m/.x81zw./com/

So he said: "Although I don't know who hired you to kill me, if you are willing to give up this single task, I can pay double, no, triple!"

"And you don't have to worry that I will retaliate against you. After today, the name Donald will disappear completely, and no one will bother you."

The people outside the door seemed to be silent for a while, and then a voice came faintly.

"Sounds great, but you probably won't be able to pay the price."

Donald was suddenly shocked. He wasn't afraid that the lion would open his mouth, but he was afraid that the other party would insist on abide by the principle of some **** killer.

"You say the number, I'll let someone transfer it to you now, or you can choose the way of trading, whatever, cough..." Donald said hurriedly, as if he was a little rushed and coughed Twice, his face turned red.

"Unfortunately, someone gave me 23 lives to kill you, and you only have one life, so you really can't afford this price."

The expression on Donald's face suddenly froze. It turned out that the other party didn't really want to let him go, but was playing him!

Knowing that there is no way to make things right today, Donald's hidden ferocity erupted again.

"If you want me to die, then bury me with you! Now as long as I press a button, the whole building will be bombed to the sky!"

"If you had pressed it earlier, there might have been a decent way to die, but now you don't have that chance, because the time has come."

"You forced me!"

Donald shouted, and his fingers were about to be pressed down immediately.

But a strange scene appeared. His right hand suddenly cramped, and the remote control fell to the ground.

He just wanted to bend down to pick it up, but unexpectedly he choked on his saliva and immediately began to cough violently. He fell to his knees and pinched his throat so hard that he seemed to cough out his lungs. .

Then his eyes widened, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

It's unbelievable that Donald, the famous mafia leader, was finally suffocated to death!

The door, I don't know when it was silently opened.

Silver gleams!

The last dozen or so gunmen who remained were beheaded before they could recover from their shock.

Shaking off the blood stained on the knife, Zhen Yang put it on his back again, then squatted down, picked up the remote control on the ground, and took out a faded photo from his pocket and threw it on Donald's body.

The photo shows a nun and 22 children with an orphanage in the background.

It's just that the place no longer exists. Overnight, the entire orphanage was flattened, and even the living people inside were buried, and then the iconic building below was built there.

"Good stuff, it's a waste of time."

A box of cigars that looked very valuable was directly stuffed into his pocket.

After everyone was killed by him, Zhen Yang began to search around the room, not caring that he might be stepping on tons of explosives under his feet.

After all, he only received a silver coin for this transaction, and today is the birthday of the troublesome woman at home. Let's see if I can pick up a few gifts to go back~IndoMTL.com~ and save him from buying them specially .

"I'm really a dutiful son!" Zhen Yang sighed.

After a brief search, Zhen Yang left with a sigh.

Obviously, the valuables have already been transferred.

Drip!

After walking a few hundred meters away, Zhen Yang lit a cigar and put it in his mouth, then took out the remote control and pressed it lightly.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

Boom! ! !

The newly built building was blasted into the sky in an instant, the flames were blazing, and finally collapsed!

The violent wind pressure blew the hem of Zhen Yang's clothes, and the cigar in his mouth burned even more vigorously.

Then he seemed to remember something, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, "It's me, the location has been sent to you, when will the helicopter arrive?"

Slap...

The remote control was directly thrown away, and the figure of Zhenyang gradually drifted away.

As expected of him, another perfect assassination!

On the same day, the two elderly people learned through the TV reports at home that the Donald gang had been wiped out, and even the headquarters building was bombed to the sky, and then silently wiped the photos in their hands.

It was a group photo of a happy family of three. The girl in the photo was wearing a nun's clothes, looking beautiful and noble.

Then pat, pat, tears blurred the eyes, and then fell drop by drop on the photo.

The girl inside seems to have an apologetic smile...