Endless Debt.

Chapter 112 Cinderella

The shotgun fired repeatedly, piercing through one body after another, and the broken flesh and blood were evenly painted on the wall.

Bologo hummed a strange melody, and the struggling mask on his face seemed to come alive. The fangs and glaring eyes completely covered Bologo's face, turning him into a living ghost.

Horror engulfed the guards in an instant, and they fled in utter terror, but it was a night of carnival, and the spirit would not allow anyone to leave the party until dawn.

"This man stood up!"

Burrog raised his gun and cheered.

The power bestowed by the devil was lingering in his body, and there was a burning pain in the palm of his hand. At the same time, there were countless beams of light in Burrog's eyes, and they rose in the dark night.

Each beam of light represented a name on the list, and when Bologl fired to crush a life, the brilliant beams of light dimmed and shattered.

This reminded Bologo of the game in his "previous life". Under the beam of light are all mission targets that need to be killed. Under the power of the devil, they have nowhere to hide.

"He can't take it anymore!"

Bologo emptied the ammunition, stepped over the corpses on the ground, and chased after the remaining guards. In panic, the guards hid in the building and closed the door tightly, thinking that this would stop Bologo.

"Damn it, where did this guy come from!"

In the darkness of the building, guards yelled in terror.

They don't understand, and no one understands. They are just a group of ordinary gangsters. Although beatings and killings are common in gangsters, it is too strange for them to be killed single-handedly today.

The leader of the gang couldn't figure it out either. He packed up his money in the office and prepared to escape.

Recently, the gang has been very peaceful. They shouldn't have offended anyone. Why did they get attacked?The leader tried to communicate with Burrog, who picked up the microphone and shouted over the radio.

But Bologo didn't react at all, he just hummed and pulled the trigger repeatedly. If the bullet was empty, he would pull out the claw hammer and jackknife, and continue to crush one life after another.

Silent and speechless, he is like a god of death, rejecting all communication and faithfully performing his duties.

In comparison, the gangsters are more reasonable than Burlogo.

The guards raised their guns and stared vigilantly at the front door. They shut the evil spirits out of the door, but a few seconds later there was a violent impact sound from behind the door, and the claw hammer repeatedly slammed on the door lock.

"Fire!"

The guards shouted, the gunfire flickered, and the bullets pierced through the gate repeatedly, digging holes in the steel one after another, and the dim light fell into the room through the holes, like a spear piercing through the steel.

The tense nerves relaxed slightly. In the eyes of the guards, the dense rain of bullets was enough to kill anyone, and the shocking hammering sound disappeared, and everyone looked at the gate expectantly.

The next moment, the black shadow climbed up from the ground, covering all the holes and all the light.

"Fire!"

The guards yelled again, they no longer understood what they were facing.

The bullets repeatedly penetrated the gate, but the sound of hammering did not stop, and the gate began to sag, until a fierce blow smashed the lock and the gate collapsed.

"He wants to stand up! Stand up against these evils!"

Amidst the cheers, the flying ax directly split one person's head, and the blood splashed on White's face. Great fear pierced his mind, and he didn't even have the strength to pull the trigger.

White, who came from a poor background, joined a gang at a very young age, but he has always been a gangster on the street. Recently, he finally joined this powerful gang and was assigned a gun. He thought his legendary life was about to begin, but tonight Nightmare kills all.

He watched helplessly as the ghostly figure charged in, dragged up the collapsed door panel, and blocked a few shots. Then he strode forward and smashed several people's heads with a claw hammer. Someone tried He swung his short knife, but when he was about to get close to him, he was shot through by a short-handled shotgun.

That was no longer shooting. The evil spirit directly pressed the muzzle of the gun against the man's chest, and then pulled the trigger. The man's body seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and blood was sprayed as he retreated.

Death, blood, grief, but nothing but repentance.

Burrog felt great at the moment, beams of light were annihilated one after another, and names were crossed off the list one after another.

After removing the ax from the corpse's head, White trembled and wailed. Death was approaching, but Bologo didn't chop off his head with the axe.

The weirdly growing mask made Burrog's face look like an evil spirit, and his blue eyes were fixed on White, and then he spoke with a somewhat crazy voice.

"You're not on the list."

Burrog didn't kill White, but the fear of extreme cold was still released from the mask and impacted White's mind. He saw a scene far more terrifying than death.

The evil spirit let out bursts of laughter, painted graffiti on White's pale face with blood, and then he walked towards the depths of the building, leaving White alone, falling into madness in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, whispering frantically It kept echoing in my ears, dragging White into the hell of fantasy.

"Damn it, what's going on with this psychopath?"

In the narrow and dark secret passage, the leader whispered to his deputy.

At an inexplicable time, he met an inexplicable murderer. He didn't even give a reason, and just let people lose their lives one after another.

The leader felt that at the end of life, there was nothing worse than this. You didn't even understand how you died, so you just died meaninglessly.

You think that the other party has some deep hatred with you, but in fact, the other party just seems to be okay and wants to crush ants, just for fun.

"Could it be something from before?" The deputy thought of something, "Before we helped those people, abducted and sold a lot of people..."

"How long ago was that!"

"Can……"

The deputy wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything. The sharp blade pierced through the partition of the secret passage and cut his throat.

The leader hadn't noticed this yet, the light in the secret passage was dim and narrow, and he couldn't see it clearly at all, but then there was a crackling sound and dust flew up.

Burrog stared at the wall on one side. Two beams of light were rising from the wall. As he pierced with a knife, one of the beams of light gradually dimmed, and at the same time, blood flowed down the jackknife.

"Is it a secret way?"

As if he had found a hidden object, Burlogo swung a claw hammer and slammed the wall, like a decoration worker, easily breaking it open. The section was not solid concrete, but a wooden plank and a small amount of mud and stone.

He stretched out his hand and dragged the leader out of it.

"The first prize!"

Burrog saw the panicked face clearly, and a line of glowing names appeared beside the man.The devil also thoughtfully marked everyone's name, and Burlogo actually liked this tyrant a little bit.

Staring at the horrified mask, tons of fear was poured into the leader's mind, like a mental torture, he howled.

"Why, at least tell me why?"

From the beginning to the end, he didn't understand why it became like this, he suffered such inexplicable bad luck, and died so inexplicably.

The leader felt that, no matter what...at least give him a reason to die.

Burrog glanced at his tie and smiled.

"I don't like your tie."

The claw hammer fell, and the wailing stopped.

Walking out of the slaughterhouse-like building, Bologo glanced at the pile of corpses beside him, raised his shotgun, and pulled the trigger on the pile of corpses.

The flesh and blood exploded, and one of the dim beams of light was completely extinguished.

Looking around, the beams of light here have all disappeared, and they have been cleared by Bologo, just like playing a game, and finally cleared all the question marks in an area.

Sit back in the car, start the engine, run over the fence, and continue to run wildly on the streets of Opals.

The night was short, but Burlogo still had a lot of people to kill, so he never let go of the gas pedal, like a desperado in a hurry.

The car window was rolled down, and the night wind poured into the car, blowing away the fiery smell of blood, and Burlogo suddenly remembered the fairy tales he had read before.

With the help of the witch, Cinderella obtained a set of beautiful clothes and crystal shoes, the mouse became a coachman, the pumpkin became a carriage, and the girl like an ugly duckling became a beautiful white swan. Can last until midnight.

Burrogo feels like he looks like Cinderella now, to be precise, a Cinderella who has strayed into a bloody action movie.

The overalls filled with weapons are his skirt, and the pitted and roaring giant steel beast under him is his pumpkin carriage.

In such an analogy, Burlogo felt that Duddell, who lived on the radio, was his coachman, but the radio host didn't know what happened, and was still cheering on the radio.

God knows why this guy is so happy tonight... In fact, Burlogo is quite happy, maybe this is really a carnival night.

As for the glass slipper, it was in Burlog's eyes, and the burning list pointed out the location of everyone, and Burrog was wearing it to go to everyone's funeral.

What makes it even more gratifying is that Cinderella will lose everything at midnight, and midnight is just the beginning for Burlogo.

"Sounds like a killing fairy tale."

Burlogo loves his own whimsy, and he'd kind of like to make a movie of it all, given the chance.

Fairy tales belong to fairy tales, and movies belong to movies. What is running on the streets tonight is not some Cinderella who fell in love, but an evil spirit longing for the pain of the wicked.

There was a screeching sound of brakes in the night, and Burlogo pushed open the door without waiting for the car to stop, dragging the shotgun in one hand and the claw hammer used to knock on the door in the other.

Slamming open the door of the man's room, breaking his knees while he screamed, tearing off the wires, wrapping them around his neck, and kicking him out of the window while he was struggling feebly outside.

"Are you asking for money? I'll give you all the money!"

Turning around, another man screamed.

"Sorry, I'm not here for the money." Burrog was still in the mood to chat with the man.

"Then what do you want, as long as I can give it, I will give it to you!"

Another person's wailing sound came from outside the window, and the sound stimulated the man, who spoke incoherently.

"Ah... I want love and peace!" said Bologo.

The man was stunned. Burrog's blood-stained appearance had nothing to do with the so-called "love and peace" no matter what he thought, but when Burrog talked about it, his tone was extremely sincere. This guy was serious.

"No way, for the sake of love and peace, I can only wrong you."

Bologo said helplessly, smashing his knee with a hammer, and then drowning him in the toilet.

It was done in one go, and the clouds flowed smoothly. Bologo looked at the time and praised himself as worthy of being an expert, and his efficiency was getting higher and higher.

Walking downstairs, the silver-white car waited loyally in place. Driven by Burlogo's violence, the car body was covered with stains and scars, full of violence and wildness.

"Next, next, next!"

Boluoge shouted and stepped on the accelerator, and rushed to another hunting ground tonight. On the tall building behind him, the man stopped struggling and was completely hanged on the outer wall. After a short pause, the wires broke and the body was in The ground was smashed to pieces.

　Tomorrow should be a double update. I will try my best to write the manuscript and adjust it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)