Something is wrong in this situation. Normally, even if you are not afraid, you will still be nervous.
Why is it the other way around?
Maybe... it's because of the skin?
After thinking for a few minutes, he finally opened the bathroom door.
The thief had no idea that there was a terrible butcher hiding in his house, so naturally he was unprepared.
He was still humming a song.
Unfortunately, the next second, he discovered that a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.
Then I felt a sharp pain in my stomach.
"Ah!"
He screamed and fell, and streams of blood gushed from between his fingers.
The sudden situation took him by surprise.
But he was still a gang member after all and quickly came to his senses, thinking that an enemy had come to visit.
He then fought and grabbed things to defend himself.
Bang, bang!
Ghost Face raised his foot and kicked twice, instantly breaking the bridge of his nose and front teeth.
Another stream of blood gushed out.
He then stepped on his neck and said with a strange smile: "Don't move, understood."
Under the double blow, he was already 80% dead, so he did not dare to be defeated.
He said with pain and weakness: "Please...please don't kill me, please...don't kill me."
The ghost face said: "Hey, I will spare your life if you answer the question truthfully."
"Hey, the one who was with you, what's that fat man's name?"
"What is your mobile phone number and where do you live?"
The skinny guy didn't dare to hide it, so he told the truth.
Gordo, he lives at 32 North Block and his mobile phone number is 2*******.
Ghost Face continued to ask: "Alright, second question, do you know the whereabouts of the Scarecrow?"
"I don't know... people at my level can't contact him."
This is true.
No one at the boss level is worthy of wearing the shoes of a supervillain, much less a minion.
This is just a casual question.
It would be great to be able to ask about the situation and I wish he couldn't.
"FINE, thank you for your cooperation."
Ghost Face sneered and cut his own throat with a knife.
The skinny man covered his neck and writhed in pain a few times, then stopped moving.
Even until the day I die, I don't know who killed me.
And Ghost Face took the mobile phone from him and opened the camera, raised his left hand and gave a thumbs up with his right hand to take a group photo.
The purpose is simple: spread fame.
When the police discover the body, they will naturally check the phone.
The photo will then spread throughout Gotham.
Ghost Face threw the cell phone away from him and left the scene through the window.
He quickly ran into the alley, canceled the transformation, and looked at his hands in a daze.
He didn't expect not to hesitate at all at this moment.
So determined and fierce, like a completely different person.
It can be said that he has become an emotionless horror movie butcher!
As for the reason, it must be because of the skin system.
It seems that not only appearance changes, but self-awareness will also be affected.
... It gives a little scary.
If this is the case, am I still myself?
After thinking about it for a moment, Jason simply stopped thinking about it. The more he thought about this philosophical question, the more maddening it became.
You should think that, fortunately, even your self-awareness has changed.
Otherwise, I definitely wouldn't have dared to do it now and wouldn't have the ability to do it.
Furthermore, those who were killed were all evil people who deserved their crimes.
It can be considered to eliminate harm to people.
For example, that boy was a member of a small gang.
Not only did he rob and steal often, but he also participated in shootouts, with human lives in his hands.
A dignified death.
After adjusting his mentality, he continued towards his next destination.
If you want to do it, do it at once.
Quickly run to the place where the second target lives. According to the old rule, you must first transform into a ghost face.
Then go up and take a look.
Secretly looking out the window, I found that the fat man was still awake and watching pornography.
Very elegant.
Unfortunately, this would be the last happiness he experienced.
"How should we start?"
Ghost Face thought carefully about countermeasures and soon came up with a solution.
After Fat finished reading happily, he took out his mobile phone and sent a text message.
"It's me, buddy. I just got a lot of good stuff. Open the window and wait for me. "I'll be there soon."
Fat heard the phone ring, picked it up and looked at it with a smile.
I thought to myself, shortly after we broke up, where did this guy hang out again?
Good things... What good things?
It's a product?
It would be great if it were true!
She had no doubts and was looking forward to it, so she got up and walked to the window.
They usually have a good relationship and often eat, drink, prostitute and play together, so they trust each other a lot.
Since the good brother said that he has good things to share, he is definitely not wrong.
approved.
Two steps.
Three steps.
Wow.
He opened the window and stuck his head out.
Oh--!
At that moment, Ghost Face stabbed him with his knife.
Fast and sudden.
"Ah!!! Fake!"
He saw a black shadow suddenly appear, screamed in fear, and instinctively threw his neck back.
At the same time, his body became unstable and he fell backwards.
"Damn! Lost!"
Ghost Face thought, but immediately jumped into the house to chase him without hesitation.
He aims at the target and stabs with the knife again.
As a gang member, the fat man often encounters sneak attacks like this.
Compared to the fat man, he has more experience in confrontation.
He quickly moved away and grabbed the chair he had on hand to lock it over her head.
Click.
The dagger was inserted directly into the seat cushion.
Ghost Face quickly pulled the gun on him and before he could stab him again, he was kicked in the stomach.
He fell due to pain in the abdomen.
Fot took the opportunity and jumped, hitting the stool with all his might.
Pop!
Ghost Face raised his arm to block it and the wood and bones hit hard, which was quite painful.
"Shit! How dare you attack me... you bastard!"
The fat man shouted, and just after finishing speaking, he was hit by a flying chair.
Reciprocity is a courtesy.
Ghost Face jumped up and continued attacking, harder and crueler than before.
He had no way to hide and he could only continue to retreat.
After backing up and backing up, I reached the corner with no way to back up and there were no tables or chairs nearby, so I had to put my legs up to defend myself.
Ghost Face did not dodge it, as expected.
Phew--!
He directly grabbed the opponent's leg and stabbed the calf with a knife.
"Ahhhh!! Fuck!"
He screamed in pain and tried to back away.
How could Ghost Face get loose? He stabbed him twice more and at the same time kicked him in the crotch.
After a series of stabs, the opponent was completely unable to resist.
Although Ghostface is your average human butcher, he also gets better at the game.
Unless you know a professional.
Otherwise, dealing with ordinary men and women would basically be a beating situation.
The fat man lay on the ground moaning in pain, not understanding what was happening.
How could his brother attack him?
mistaken!
This guy is definitely not the brother!
Ghost Face stepped on his head: "Hey, hey, I didn't expect you to still have a chance, not bad."
Fuck, fuck... FUCK!"
The fat man cursed in pain: "Our gang won't let you go!"
He also believed a rival gang was seeking revenge.
After all, I can't think about other aspects, especially ghosts and monsters.
"Haha, it depends on your ability"
Ghost Face sneered and kicked him twice, grabbed his hair and held a knife to his throat:
"Very good, I like people who are not afraid of death."