Chapter 65

Jeff darkness, like many decent gangs, is not a non-profit non-governmental organization as they claim. Developing and operating neuroreflexive games for free, "addicts" is just their usual way of shielding.

Uncover this thick veil, remove those colorful cover, the rest, just like the body after weathering gray face, ugly vulnerable.

Westerly galaxy is the oldest killer organization and the founder of many legends of the dark forces around the solar system.

If we say that Wangui tower is a rising upstart in the killer world with its back on Burton empire. That jeffdarkness is undoubtedly a downfallen aristocratic killer group with a strong market atmosphere.

However, unlike wanguilou, which is highly centralized like a family business, jeffdarkness is more like a modern company adopting a business division system. Every planet that may generate demand will be planted with an agent appointed by the organization. At the same time, it is convenient and cheap to train a group of killers in the local area.

For Jeff darkness, the way to cultivate and train killers is very simple.

Yeah, it's neuro reflexes, addicts. They use the game to screen out talents with killer potential, and then cultivate them through hidden tasks in the game. In the end, they were lured into the gang by inducement.

Milkshakes with the title of "addict" are the number one organization in the region around the solar system.

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Night, silent.

The people wandering in the streets had already dispersed, the pubs closed and the shops closed. Only left a mess, and some of the smell of erosion, mixed in the air in the early hours of the morning, fleeing.

The window is still creaking, just like an old woman who has been blind, talking endlessly. Occasionally, the curtain swings gently, seemingly intentionally and unintentionally, revealing the ferocious white face of the sky before dawn.

In the room, a man sat by the bed in silence. In his hand, it was a blurred picture.

The milkshake was quiet, as if without breathing, and disappeared in the dark corner of the room.

He slowly closed his eyes, felt the darkness around him, and gradually fell into memory.

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Time and space seem to return to the past, remember when the milkshake first killed people.

At that time, he was only 14 years old.

Like all children of his age, he walks on the way to and from school every day, peeps at the girls in the next class during recess, eats fast food in convenience stores, and secretly downloads pornographic videos on the Internet.

However, milkshakes are different from all other children of this age, except for the boring youth trivia above, his mind is planning how to kill a person every day.

And that man, the one whose milkshake is full of thinking about how to kill every day, is his only, blood thicker than water, biological father.

Tragedy is always the most sonorous theme in the long history.

Ever since the milkshake began to remember, he's been working on it in his head.

Mother's wailing sound, like a highly strained string, seemed to be broken in the next second, echoed in his ears day and night.

The cold water pouring down from his head could not extinguish his anger. His blood red eyes reflected the figure of the man, the figure that never stingy to add his fists, the figure that made his mother's life worse than death.

Finally, one day, the anger burned tears, but also the heart of the remaining bits of tenderness burned to ashes.

He, a 14-year-old milkshake, finally decided to do it.

Before going to the galaxy, father is going to set out at night.

The wind howls and the rain wails.

As a farewell before leaving, milkshake's father took a group of friends to drink at home.

The milkshake is sitting quietly in his room, turning off all the lights and putting himself in the dark.

The noise downstairs gradually turned into obscene laughter, and more and more loud, mother's moaning.

A loud over a, want to bear but can't help, like a blunt knife, in the heart of the milkshake tear grinding.

Different from the past, this milkshake did not cry, he just lowered his head, squinted at the empty room, no tears, only the sound of rain.

Midnight, the rain is still, but as if no longer wake up the sleeping adults downstairs.

Lightning staggered to the moment, the dim room as bright.

A thin figure appeared at the corner of the first floor.

He has been waiting quietly, just like a very patient hunter, waiting for the paralyzed and relaxed second.

Now, it's time for him to wait.

Slowly, the milkshake enters the living room. The dim room enveloped his figure hazily, unable to see what was written on his face at the moment.Naked mother, bound by greasy ropes, had fainted in the corner of the living room. The five men in the center, like mud, sleep on sofas and carpets.

The smell of wine and sweat filled the air in the room, disgusting.

The milkshake came gently to the sofa and stood beside a fat man.

At this time, the fat man's mouth is drooling. He is his father's business partner and a complete scum. It is he who invented the abnormal game of tying his mother up to play.

Milkshake stood motionless in front of the sofa, staring at the fat man lying on the sofa, mouth moving, as if to curse something.

Suddenly, the milkshake gently shook his wrist, and a very thin silver wire dropped from his sleeve.

His hands were like magic, swimming gently on the fat man's body. And his fingertips are always flowing with a thin thread that seems to have nothing.

In the same way, his body rose and fell among the dead men, and his hands seemed to be possessed, dancing on the top of their heads, wrists and ankles.

A moment later, the milkshake finally stopped.

He slowly stood up, gently came to the corner, came to the mother who had already fainted. He gazed quietly at the scarred body, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Holding back tears, milkshake picked up an eye mask from one side of the ground, which is also a favorite prop of the fat man.

"I swear, this is the last time you wear it." Milkshake mouth quietly said, casually put the eye mask on the mother's eyes.

Get up again, the milkshake is no longer the milkshake.

Slowly turn around, as if it were a slow motion camera, the milkshake's body twisted in the dark. It's like a devil from hell, quietly removing the ferocious veil and revealing his tusks.

Milkshakes go on, on the dark drums. His hands with the rhythm of the body, gently swinging, one holding the silver thread, one holding the intoxicating cold light.

"Let me tell you what hell is." The sound of the milkshake, like coming from another world, completely tears the filthy dreams of the five men in the room.

"Ah! ~~"Suddenly, the fat man on the sofa screamed like a pig. The other four were awakened by the sudden cry, and tried to turn over, only to find that their necks were tightly entangled by a thin steel wire.

Lead a hair and move the whole body, five men are held by thin wire, no one can move.

The next second, they were horrified to find that the fat man's left eye had been replaced by a huge blood hole, while a teenager was throwing his eyes out of the window.

Steel wire tightly around their necks, no one can make a sound. Like the rope of death, thin steel wire winds through their bodies, skillfully wrapping their hands, feet and neck together. No matter who it is, any action will cause other people's severe pain, or even cut their throat.

At this time, the fat man's howling has become a dumb roar like a ghost. A thread of blood broke out of his neck and his body convulsed violently.

Poof, the knife of the milkshake fell into his right eye, and the fat man's body shook wildly, just like when he shot it. Others show their teeth with the fat man's movements, their hands and feet are cold, and their faces are bloodless.

There was no expression on the milkshake's face. As if he was possessed, he twisted the handle of the knife so that the fat man's eyes turned out with the rotation of the knife.

Maybe the pain was beyond the limit, the fat man fainted and leaned back to the sofa. The other four writhed involuntarily.

Milkshake's father squeezed out two words from his throat: "Xiaoxian...".

As if struck by lightning, the milkshake suddenly jumped up in a frenzy, shaking hands is a knife.

Blood splashed and half of the father's nose was cut off.

"Don't call me that!" Crazy roar, even the heavy rain outside the window can not be submerged.

At this moment, in the men's frightened and desperate eyes, the milkshake became a ghost.

"Poop, poop, poop..." Blood red sharp knife, dancing in the room.

The boy's heavy breathing, the men's hoarse roaring, and the mother's silent tears Are tonight, condensed into a thick sorrow, mixed with crazy killing, will despair cast out of the window, the endless rain.

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"Dididi ~" the light brain makes a clear sound, like an angel's trumpet, reverberating in the ear, gently arousing people who are trapped in a nightmare.

Milkshake opened his tired eyes and looked laxly at the ceiling above his head. He can't remember how many times he had such a nightmare, but the last time was a long time ago.

"Dry." Milkshake slouched a scold, rolled out of bed, into the bathroom.

A light screen appeared beside him. A beautiful girl looked at the milkshake and laughed sweetly."Just got up? I'm so lazy. " Lin said softly.