Chapter 2275

The wind running through the town is a little noisy. Maybe it's a sandstorm coming and the sky is getting dark.

"You lost."

The two guns in the hands of the funeral bell revolved twice and put them back into the holster. The mercenary went straight to the killer saint, without any fear that the other party would stoop to pick up the gun.

The victory or defeat is so obvious. It is true that the murderer is a cold-blooded killer, but he is also shameful. It is not his character to plot against others after the victory has been divided.

Even in the past, when he killed people, he did not have the experience of shooting black guns in the back of others. He would only approach the target step by step, and then kill his prey face to face. He even asked others for his last words.

That's the air of the wild west.

The saint's hands fell down. He looked up at the gray sky and sighed a long sigh, like sorrow and relief.

"I lost."

"I'm the death knell. The so-called name snatching is just a joke, and it's not God's way to eliminate you." Su Ming picked up the two guns on the ground, turned them over and put the handle in front of the killer: "I'm here to talk about the conditions. I need you to help me kill someone."

In the face of the mourner, a trace of the frost in his eyes turns.

He didn't refuse, he didn't agree, he didn't even receive the gun. He just shook his head and said, "this is hell. It's a nightmare. I don't know how you came in, but I can't get out without the permission of angels or God."

"Don't worry, angel, I'm ready. Although I'm a junior salesman, I don't have wings, but I'm also an angel." Su Ming put the must kill revolver back into the saint's holster, patted his arm, one eyed face close to his ear and whispered: "do you want to kill God? Want to revive your wife and daughter? I can help you realize your wish...

when the butcher's body is stiff, he looks at the young people around him like he is looking at a madman. Does the other party really know what he is talking about?

"Can God really kill? But he's not... "

" well, the normal process is not to shoot first and then to see if he is killed. If you have not hit God, how can you know if he will die? " Su Ming replied easily, then seduced: "you hate him, right? Think of your wife and daughter, think of their faces, think of your home, he took everything from you

The butcher was silent for a long time. He invited the knell to go to the bar on the street and pulled out two glasses from the bar to pour the wine.

The bodies of the targets in the previous tavern have disappeared, and they have been refreshed by this dream. It's like a video game. The bar is empty, only the fan on the ceiling is spinning slowly.

After a sip of the wine, Su Ming could really taste it. Although the taste was very bad, it was really whisky spirit.

The butcher drank one cup after another, and he kept thinking in silence. Maybe he wanted to get a moment's peace from alcohol. Maybe he was recalling the past.

All in all, Bobo finally nodded when he was poking his head around the door.

"I can kill for you, but I need you to prove something," he said

After the bell finished drinking the wine, he clapped the carved glass on the counter: "it's easy to do. I'll take you to kill God first. This will be regarded as the payment in advance. When you help me kill my target, I will help you revive your wife and daughter and make a deal?"

"Deal. The angels used to say that the pleasure of killing is my reward. This is the first time I have seen such a generous deal."

The butcher's face was expressionless, but the rough palm of his hand was already in the hand of the knell.

There are skinny angels acting as the leading Party. There is no change in the separation of several people from the underworld. I don't know how xiaopang leads away the death angel. In any case, things are easier when the guard is not available.

The butcher doesn't care about Bobo and Harry walking with each other. In his eyes, ordinary people don't exist. Even the most annoying angel, he just gives a gloomy look at the thin man and doesn't say much.

Once again, they went back to anvil, where the fat angel was walking around anxiously. Seeing his friend coming back smoothly, he hugged each other tightly.

"Great, everything goes well. I phoned the angel of death anonymously to say that his wife had an affair with blazing angel when he was at work, and asked him to go home to have a look. I didn't expect that my nonsense was true. He would be busy for a while."

fat man is the first mock exam of the poker face. His voice is also a unified template of angels. But he seems to have some emotional waves, at least he can hear a little bit of satisfaction.

Skinny smile more and more natural, he patted his partner happily: "so that our exposure time will be delayed a lot, but you committed the crime of cheating, don't worry?"

"It doesn't matter anymore. We've all got to the point where we have to move on." The fat Angel looked at the death knell in fear. Although the mortal was wearing ordinary clothes instead of armor, what happened last night was really terrible, leaving an indelible shadow on his young mind.After entering the motel, the murderer said nothing. He watched the cartoon on the TV and finally said:

"can angels betray God? I didn't think about it before. I like them a little bit

Su Ming laughed, shook his head, and whispered back: "it's not about betraying God yet, but I think my arrangement for them should be better than that of God."

Harry was holding Bobo in her arms. As she groomed the orangutan, she asked, "next, do you want to find God? How to do it? "

"The key is still with genesis." Maiming asked for help from the distance, but now he asked me to help you

The thin man was stunned for a moment. He thought his brothers were useless for the death knell. He was still a little flustered just now.

Didn't expect last night's extra commitment to work?

He laughed again and bowed his head humbly: "what should we do? There is a vampire stronger than us in the church. Genesis lives in father Jesse's body. It doesn't seem to leave. "

"Cassidy is a good kinsman. I had a good talk with him last night. You were wrong in the way you chose to recycle Chuangshi. In fact, it was very easy."

As the bell spoke, his clothes, skin and flesh all wriggled, and soon he became a pale young man. He took out a black umbrella from his pocket and put it on it to cover the sun:

"Harry, Bobo, you can watch cartoons with the killers in the hotel for a while, and we will be back soon."

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