Chapter 1718

The white puppet who peed his pants held the chair he was sitting in. He looked at the man in black who was as terrible as the devil in front of him. His weak body couldn't stop shaking. The closer the man was, the more blood in his nose made his throat swell.

This uncomfortable and disgusting smell of blood is definitely not caused by killing one or two people. At least dozens of people died under his sharp and cold samurai sword...

the white puppet was almost forced to the corner of the wall. He bravely yelled at the people in Black: "who are you?"?! Why do you want to kill me? "

The man in black, whose face was covered with a ghost mask, only showed a smile of sarcasm in his eyes. His hoarse voice was like a rough knife rubbing on the smooth glass.

"Who am I?"?! I'm your enemy, isn't that obvious? When you were our enemy, didn't you think of the consequences now? "

White puppet smell speech, pupil suddenly a shrink, tremble of raise a finger, black dress person panic fear of shout: "you... You you are insect group of people?"

The man in black yelled at the white puppet as if he were a fool. He narrowed his eyes to see him croak. He put his arms around the wall, and suddenly a delicate pin on his sleeve flashed.

The sound of radio waves flickered a few times, then a clear male voice came steadily: "killer! The Sentry can't leave. Go to the first team for support. Is your location accurate? I'll come at once

"Accurate positioning, please quickly in place!" When the killer finished, the voice of the pin suddenly stopped. He hung up and turned red. He could not help frowning. What happened to the first team? What kind of opponent can block a killer team with endless cooperation, ghost means and peak combat power?

"Yi --!" In the secluded basement, under the dark shadow created by a light blocked, a pool of dark, sticky liquid rises and forms like life.

It's getting higher and higher, and the image of fluid is getting closer to a thin man. In two or three moments, the corpse collector with a white bar embroidered on his right arm coldly opens a pair of dead fish eyes. The whole person droops and walks out of the shadow.

His emotionless eyes suddenly fixed on the white puppet leaning against the corner. The half mask on his face was clearly engraved with hundreds of miserable, messy and terrible corpses.

The killer with arms around him glanced at the corpse collector quietly, and the sound of the urn said: "take back ah er's corpse with the bag of heaven and earth! Half the reward! "

The cold killer said, standing body suddenly turned into a shadow, the whole body disappeared in the seclusion of the basement, "ho ho! Or the killer knows how to take care of me

It's like a corpse collector with a strange laugh without expression. He suddenly calls out two sacks made of linen and opens the opening of a sack.

Suddenly, a strong suction pointed at a'er's broken body, his dead head, and the broken and collapsed headless body flew into the mouth of the sack like a wind.

The white puppet blinked in disbelief. Why didn't the evil wind even blow the paper on the table? How did the body shrink into that little pocket?!

"It's your turn! 50 million gold dragon coins. "

The corpse collector tied the slightly bulging bag around his waist, grasped the other bag with his five fingers, and walked slowly to the white puppet in the corner.