Bodyguards of big stars

Chapter 180 Two You Damn!

For a moment, Song Ruyu was slightly stunned.

Miss Song?

Does this clown know me?Otherwise, why would you call me Sister Song?

In recent years, it seems that only that little guy has been called that.Others, even at the age of younger brothers, would respectfully call them Secretary Song or Director.And not so close.

Not everyone can get close to the only daughter of the Song family.

She was a little taken aback.The clown at the side gently pushed her arm: "Sister Song, they won't give you time to think."

While speaking, Song Ruyu quickly came back to his senses.

Yes.

The condemned prisoner had just let go of his rhetoric and wanted to kill the clown.Although she was safe for the time being, how could she just watch the clown being killed by the death row criminal?

I still remember that the clown said to himself just now: Follow him and fight out together?

How to do it?

Song Ruyu looked at the clown curiously.Through the mask, staring into the eyes of the clown.

These eyes are really familiar.Much like the eyes of the little brother.

"What are you going to do?" Song Ruyu glanced at the vicious kidnapper opposite.

They each have a gun.And the clown even gave back to the pianist the gun he snatched from the condemned prisoner just now.

Kill together?

It's easier said than done.

"Turn off the lights and do it."

pat.

Suddenly, the studio suddenly plunged into endless darkness.The studio is originally closed.And it's the second floor underground.Now the lights go out.It can be said that you can't see your fingers, and you can't see your sight at all.

The moment the lights went out, Song Ruyu was held by a big generous hand.Quickly reached a small space in the dark.

"Sister Song, stay safe and don't be impatient." The clown's hoarse voice sounded next to his ears. "Please stay here for a few minutes. I will deal with them quickly."

"Are you alone?" Song Ruyu also lowered her voice.Not far away, the curses and noises of gangsters sounded.

Obviously looking for lighting.

"I remember Sister Song said that the condemned prisoner must never be let go?" The clown squinted and said.In the darkness, those eyes were extremely bright. "I'll let him stay."

After saying this, the clown slowly stood up.In the dark, he rushed towards the crowd of kidnappers.

He had a dagger in his hand, a dagger that looked like it had no features at all, but it was blown off.About twenty centimeters long, just the length of his palm.But in his hands, it was as flexible and sharp as a spirit snake.

Puchi!

A gangster's neck was cut, and blood spurted out instantly.

At the same time, a flashlight glowed.Just happened to see the hideous mask of the clown.And that bloody dagger.

"Turn off the flashlight!"

The pianist roared angrily.

His heart trembled for a while, and he knew very clearly that this clown had started his blood-drenched magic trick!

The condemned prisoner was supported by several thugs and walked towards the entrance of the studio.The power supply has been cut off, and they must leave first before they can find a way out.Otherwise, it will be like catching a turtle in a urn, and no one can escape.

However, just when the few thugs at the front were about to touch the doorknob.There was a sudden chill at the wrist, and the whole hand was cut off.The fingers that were gripping the doorknob did not fall off.

Bang!

The studio door was suddenly locked.In the ears of all the gangsters, the clown's deep and hoarse voice sounded.

As if a cat was catching a mouse, the clown's tone was full of teasing: "Want to leave? It's too late..."

"Kill him!" The condemned prisoner was terrified.

Those gangsters didn't know where they were.There are only two flashlights, which cannot illuminate the entire studio at all.The pianist who had previously disliked the studio being too small now felt that it was too spacious.Giving the clown too many places to hide.

As time went on, more and more gangsters were killed.The smell of blood in the studio is getting stronger and stronger.Every step of the foot felt like stepping on sticky blood, making one's scalp numb.

And even Song Ruyu, who was hiding in the corner, couldn't help covering her nose.

Inwardly, he was extremely horrified.

Who is this clown?Why is it so powerful?Can come and go freely in the space where you can't see your fingers.Kill whoever you want?

How did he do that?

Could it be that he really has night vision?

The noise grew louder and shriller.But Song Ruyu could tell that there were fewer and fewer thugs who could still make a sound.Less than two digits left...

In other words, in less than 5 minutes, the clown has killed at least 15 people.

On average, three people are killing people every minute!

Terrible fellow!Creepy guy!

Even Song Ruyu thought so, what would the pianist and others think of the clown?

"Do you have to kill them all?" The pianist's mentality was a little out of balance.

The condemned inmate kept urging him to find the Joker.But in such a dark space, he dared not turn on the light.How to find a clown hiding in the dark?

He's distraught and constantly pressured by the Joker.The mental state is on the verge of collapse.

"I told you."

In the darkness, the clown's voice sounded again.

"Those who offend China—kill without mercy!"

Puchi!

Another gangster was killed.

Fierce gunshots rang out, sweeping towards the screaming place.The sparks are shining, but where can they beat the clown?

Finally—the studio fell silent.

Only the heavy panting of the condemned prisoner and the pianist, who was sweating profusely, looked around cautiously.

He looked as far as the eye could see, and could only see a distance of about one meter.This is already his limit.But the clown—seemed to see such a dark studio as day.Come and go freely!

"It's your turn."

The clown's voice sounded again.But it was chillingly cold.

His ruthless methods and thunderous movements all revealed his identity as a terrifying and strong man.

Not to mention these two guys, even the top experts in the mercenary world may not be able to compete with this clown.

Is he—really the Night Stalker?

At this moment, the pianist affirmed his guess.

Yes.He is the Nightmare.A terrifying guy who made the entire mercenary world terrified!

A pervert destined to be written down in history!

When the cold dagger pierced the pianist's fragile throat, the farce finally came to an end.

The pianist tightly grabbed the clown's stabbed arm and opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't breathe in air no matter what.

"you--"

Puchi!

The clown pulled out his dagger and said coldly, "Damn you!"

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