Ghost Shelter System

Desolate streets, dying middle-aged people, and the cries of children.

Under the dim street lights, the tattoos on the bald man's face made him look even more ferocious.

"Maasai pigs, your godfather is dead, do you still want to resist?"

In the light of Marseille, only a dozen gang members were left, surrounding the child. The child looked at the group of people wearing skeleton leather clothes in horror, and at his father lying in a pool of blood, feeling sad and helpless.

The bald man flicked his cigar and said in a rich voice: "Char, you did a good job. Come over here."

In the child's astonishment, a senior figure beside him slowly stood up and walked towards the opposite side.

"Ciel? You betrayed Wayne Robert?!"

"Char!!! Did you betray the godfather's whereabouts this time?"

"Ciel, why!!!"

The brothers of Marseille Light looked at a short-haired young man in disbelief. The shoulder of the short-haired young man was hugged by the boss of the Skeleton Knights. He took the cigar from the other party and lit it, frowning.

"Godfather? Haha, in that fight, Wayne Robert killed my only brother! He is a cold-blooded barbarian. He only knows how to compete with the Gothic Battle Ax and the Gallic Brotherhood for territory. He doesn't care at all. Our life and death! Wake up, please? We have been driven out of France, we are a group of homeless wild ghosts!"

Ciel had a ferocious expression, his eyes were red, and he was crying.

"I don't want this either! But if you continue to follow this crazy lion, it will kill us all!!!"

Ciel kept repeating, others were silent, the little boy was crying, and the Skeleton Knights were laughing happily.

The end of Marseille Lights is already doomed.

The head lion, Robert, is dead, and the ambush he suffered tonight was the last straw that crushed the Light of Marseille.

"Okay Ciel, this is a group of stupid people, welcome to join the Skeleton Knights. As for you..."

The bald man put his arms around Ciel and got into the car. He grinned at the others and said, "The Skeleton Knight can also take you in, as long as you kill that crybaby brat."

The stretched Lincoln was parked on the side of the road, and the bald man had a lot of patience.

The gangsters of the Skeleton Knights were carrying baseball bats, steel bars, and wine bottles to surround the others. This group of Maasai pigs would not be able to escape tonight.

The little boy was a little frightened. As soon as he stopped crying, everyone on the other side looked at him with amusement.

No one stopped him, and the little boy was trembling all over. It seemed that the only thing that could give him a sense of security was his father's body. He slowly moved away, with tears in his eyes, shaking the cold body of his father.

Seeing this scene, other members of Marseille Light also felt sad in their hearts.

Whether he will die or be maimed, or whether he will continue to live a prosperous life, it all depends on their attitude. Should he be killed? Just kill him.

One person walked towards the little boy, and a dozen other people followed him. Who knew who it was, raised his foot and kicked the little boy, causing him to fall into the mud. The others saw the little boy getting up, and they also made up for it. One kick.

"Uncle Emil...Uncle Lazar...Uncle Leo...Uncle Simon...don't kick me..."

The little boy stood up again and again, and was kicked into the mud again and again, mixed with mud and blood, and looked pitifully at the others.

In the car, the bald man fanned the flames and said, "Can't you bear it? Hahahaha, how dare you provoke the Skeleton Knight without paying a price? Tonight, if this crybaby doesn't die, you all go to hell with that dead lion!" "

There are light raindrops falling from the sky.

They have been together for so long, and they have watched Narrand Robert grow up with their own eyes. What is the difference between this little guy and their own children?

But today, do you want to kill him with your own hands?

"I can not do it!!!"

As soon as a person finished speaking, the gangster wearing a skull leather suit behind him smashed the steel bar on his head and stabbed him neatly in the back of the heart.

"Simon!!!"

"Can't do it? Is there anyone else who can't do it?" The gangster in skull leather clothes took out the bubble hall in his mouth, stuck it on the deceased's hair, and smiled at the others.

"Emile! Leo! The Maasai people are not afraid of death! We will fight them!"

Another man rushed out and struggled with the gangsters in skeleton leather clothes. He knocked two of them down, got hit by a stick, and fell to the side.

"Uncle Lazar!"

"Damn you provocative Maasai pig!"

The next moment, the man's limbs were broken, his teeth were smashed, and he wailed like a dying beast.

Killing chickens twice to scare monkeys has made other people unable to resist.

When the little boy found this group of uncles who lived together day and night, he grabbed his hands and feet and handed the knife to his uncle Emil, who was best friends with his father.

Emil sighed sadly: "Little Robert, go and accompany your father. We all want to survive... If you want to blame him, blame him for overestimating his own abilities."

"No!!! Uncle Emil, you won't kill me!" The little boy's eyes were bloodshot, tears were rolling, and a fishy smell filled the air.

Emil's hand holding the knife was trembling, and everyone else was looking at him. He knew that if the knife was not inserted, he would be the next to die.

In the car, the bald man felt that he was about to get excited. He saw his opponent's child die in the hands of his opponent's brother. What a joyful thing it was.

If someone hadn't tipped off tonight, he didn't know if the Skeleton Knight could make a comeback. Anyway, he would have died tragically at the hands of that crazy lion.

Relief, this feeling is so good!

Emil closed his eyes, and everyone else in Marseille Light also closed their eyes, and the little boy's cry stopped abruptly.

The blade, with the light of death, made the little boy's eyes change from fear to helplessness, and then resentment. It seemed as if a lifetime had passed in an instant. How he wished he had the ability to freeze time and freeze these abominable faces. Kill everyone one by one!

However, when the tip of the knife came to rest on his chest, it stopped.

silence.

The little boy was startled, saw someone, and firmly grabbed Emil's wrist.

The out-of-focus eyes gradually recovered, that was a young man! And he’s his love rival!

"What a pity, I see you again. It seems that I am very unlucky today." Qin Kun shrugged and said with disdain.

"Qin!!!"

The little boy was in a state of great joy or sadness, and could no longer use his expressions skillfully. In short, his cheeks were stiff, but his emotions were very exciting.

Emir was also very shocked when he saw Qin Kun. It was him? !

He had heard of this man's name. Except for a few veterans who were second only to Robert in the Light of Marseille, all the other key members had their heads shaved by this guy!

Emil was emotional: "Oh Maiga, are you Qin? Did God send you to save the light of Marseille?"

After Emil finished speaking, he was slapped on the face, kicked in the crook of his leg, and fell to his knees.

"Of course not. The devil sent me to save little Robert. Kneel down." Qin Kun smiled politely and flicked Emil's wrist with his finger. The pain on Emil's wrist was like an electric shock and the pain was unbearable.

The dagger flew out, and Qin Kun held the tip and handed it to the little boy.

"Want to live? Kill him."