Texas please kill me

The tip of the blade trembled, slowly tearing through the clothes...

laugh--!

Blood sprayed out, splattering the gray mask.

As soon as he loosened his grip, the mercenary's body was kicked away.

Vic gasped weakly, looking at the dark blue Luper who was looking down at him.

"Just in time...Miss Texas, cough, cough...thank you."

Texas frowned, looking at the broken corner of the mask on the ground, revealing a small part of black-haired Luper with purple eye sockets and side face, he always felt inexplicably familiar, but he stretched out his hand to him before he could think about it.

"Can you still get up?"

"Cough...not good, my arm should be strained."

Texas frowned, leaned over and lifted the man off the ground, put his arms around the back of her neck, half-supported and half-armed him to stand up from the ground.

"Are you hurt?"

"Cough...no, but the suture on the shoulder is broken, probably going to the hospital to be stitched again..." Vic's tone was a little weak, and the pain from all over his body and inside his body told him , How weak is his current physical condition.

After leading Vic out of the study room, there was the sound of explosions at the door of the apartment, and several mercenaries filed in.

"Tsk..." She smacked her lips impatiently.

Texas grasped the long sword with a white hilt at his waist.

——Sword Rain!

The illusory long sword covered with black mist suddenly appeared and fell from the void, piercing through all the mercenaries from top to bottom.

The mercenary collapsed to the ground, Texas let out a breath, smelling the strong smell of blood, and completely escaped from the irritability of being woken up.

It wasn't normal for her to be so fretful, but she just had a dream tonight of that sly wolper smiling at her, and laughing so horribly.

"...Sorry, will it increase your workload?" Texas took Vic over the body and continued to walk towards the elevator outside the apartment door.

One of the most profound rules of Longmen - don't kill people.

But Texas killed more than one today.

There were eight lying upstairs, and thirteen lying downstairs. Luckily, Croissant made a move, leaving one with a high probability of concussion + whole body fracture, otherwise... there would be no one alive.

"It's okay, Miss Texas." Vic responded softly, but there was determination in his voice.

"We are, legal killing."

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Volume 84: Give me a new life: Chapter 19 Chapter [-] It's your turn to protect me, Celina

5 month 19 day.

am00:00.

Inner Ring of Longmen, Penguin Logistics Apartment - [-]th floor.

Texas helped Vic into the apartment on the No.16 floor, and Vic looked at the No.16 floor, which was also a mess, with his brows slightly frowned behind the mask.

"hiss..."

The movement of frowning involved the bruises at the corners of the eyes that were "smashed" by the impact of the crossbow arrows hitting the mask.

"Ah, V!" The Archangel who was cleaning the battlefield to confirm that the enemy had lost their mobility or life looked up and saw Texas and the person supported by Texas, with messy black hair and even a mask that was shattered Rupert in the corner. "Are you OK?!"

"...no big deal," Vic replied. "Have you notified the Guard?"

"Well, I have already called the Guards Bureau. It was Officer Chen who answered the call and said that he would bring someone over right away, and he would be there in a few minutes."

"Then I'll take V to the Holly Wood first, the wound on his right shoulder should be torn." The lingering bloody smell at the tip of his nose became stronger, and Texas frowned slightly, with the angel's response in his voice. Walk Vic into the elevator.

"...Thank you, Miss Texas."

"No thanks," Texas responded, glancing at the bruise at the end of Vic's eye.

The inexplicable sense of familiarity became stronger and stronger, and she couldn't help frowning slightly in her heart.

why...

I always feel, inexplicably, so familiar?

After all, who is similar to the person in memory...

Arriving on the first floor, the elevator door opened, interrupting Texas's thoughts.

She took Vic out of the apartment building, and on the way to the garage, she happened to meet a team from the Guards Bureau.

But the leader was not the blue-haired dragon female police officer as expected, but another Li Boli who was completely unfamiliar, wearing a uniform and glasses, and exuding the aura of a refined scum and a beast.

Vic and Dexa frowned slightly at the same time, both having a premonition that the next conversation might not be too smooth.

Sure enough, Na Li Boli stood still, looked at the two Texas guys who were also standing in front, and pushed his glasses.

"I am Feng, the leader of the elite fourth team of the anti-terrorist department of the Longmen Guard Bureau. I received a report that a terrorist attack took place here. Are you injured citizens or..."

He looked at the long black sword pinned to Texas' waist. "The one who launched the attack, the terrorist?"

The tone is condescending and subconsciously annoying.

Following his words, the officers of the Guards Bureau behind him also grabbed the weapons at their waists in unison.

Texas opened his mouth to speak, but felt Vic's left hand lightly gripping her coat on his shoulder, and chose to remain silent.

Then, she felt the departure of her shoulders and arms.

Vic refused Texas's support, and staggered a little in front of Feng. The golden pupils under the mask looked directly at Feng's frowning face.

There was a chuckle from under the mask.

"Group leader Feng, right?"

"Exactly, why?" Feng frowned slightly, a little confused about what the masked Ruper in front of him wanted to do.

He is the leader of the fourth team of the anti-terrorism department of the Longmen Guards Bureau. When Chen Huijie received the report, he also received the report, and he chose to bring people here without hesitation because he was closer to the crime scene.

Chen is just a small field team leader in a department with ordinary duties. Cases like terrorist attacks should be resolved by "professionals" in their anti-terrorism department.

Yes, the four groups, the so-called "elite" title was added by himself.

in short...

Feng's arrival is for——

Take credit.

The next moment, Feng heard the inexplicably elegant and unquestionable words from the person in front of him.

"Then, let me introduce myself, Mr. Feng." Vik raised his hand and gently grasped Feng's neckline. The steel needle in his fingers was quietly exposed, touching Feng's Adam's apple, and drew out his weapon at him regardless of his surroundings. A glaring guard officer.

This also made him more certain that the so-called leader of the fourth elite group in front of him was nothing more than a trash.

"I am the current CEO of Longmen's legal enterprise 'Penguin Logistics', a legal taxpayer who has donated more than 500 million Longmen Coins to the Longmen Guard Bureau, the secretary of the owner of the 'End of the Earth' bar, you can call me..."

Vic stared at Li Boli, whose forehead was gradually dripping with cold sweat, and whispered words in his mouth. "...V."

"And now, I'm facing the risk of excessive blood loss, and you, Mr. Feng, you didn't show me your police number and the identity card of the Guard Bureau immediately."

"And at the moment when I have already been attacked by terrorists, you still characterize me as a terrorist. First of all, this is an unreasonable slander."

"Secondly, I can reasonably doubt the authenticity of your identity, and believe that you are trying to delay the time, making me miss the best time for treatment and die from excessive blood loss."

"In this case, if I kill you on the spot, and the team of lawyers I hired with millions of Longmen coins will characterize my behavior as emergency avoidance, you will have to pay the price with your life, and I, no Need to bear any legal responsibility, understand?"

"... Ming, understand." Feng's Adam's apple rolled, feeling the cold sharp object on his neck, and swallowed cautiously.

"So, I hope we have reached a good consensus. I need to go to the hospital for treatment now, and you should perform your duties reasonably and arrest the remaining terrorists, right?"

"Yes, it is."

"Very good." The voice under the mask was condescending and arrogant, and he opened his left hand lightly, and the steel nails in his hand also disappeared in the flip of his hand.

Dexus took two steps forward, supported Vic, and exchanged a glance with him. He understood the meaning in his eyes in an incomparable tacit understanding, and silently led him past the troops of the Guard Bureau, and left on his own.

"...Mr. Feng, what should we do now?"

"..." Feng was silent for a moment, then he came back to his senses and exhaled. "Close the team!"

He is not afraid of those gangsters who claim to be strong in force, because their force obviously cannot match the entire Guard Bureau.

But he was afraid of people like the black-haired Luper just now, who had powerful influence and legal aid, and at the same time had financial resources, and even had the time to donate to the Guards Bureau.

That's exactly what it said.

——'To come out to hang out, you must have power and background'.

In the distance, Texas helped Vic into the private garage belonging to Penguin Logistics. He remained silent, replaying the scene and tone of Vic's conversation with Feng just now in his mind.

That gesture, that gesture, that tone of voice...

Arrogant, condescending, but with incomparable elegance, unhurried, as if everything is under control...

Vic Saluzzo.

Subconsciously, the name and Walper's already somewhat blurred face appeared in her mind.

Two years is enough to dilute too many things.

Especially on the premise that Vic didn't leave any photos or the like, so that people can remember him and take out things that he remembers from time to time.

But to this day, Texas still can't forget the feeling of stabbing the long sword that originally came from Vic with the emblem of the Sicilian lady into Vic's heart.

She sat in the driver's seat, started the engine, and drove out of the garage. She glanced at the black-haired Luper on the co-pilot's mask with a broken corner, and asked softly with some trivial expectations and fantasies of miracles.

"V, do you know someone... called 'Vic Saluzzo'?"

"Is it the friend that Texas talked about last time?" A weak voice came from the co-pilot. "Sorry, Miss Texas, I may have to disappoint you."

What Texas still didn't realize was that the black-haired Luper on the co-pilot still didn't answer her question directly.

"...It's okay." Texas responded, and couldn't help laughing at his sudden innocence and fantasy.

Texas, Cellina Texas.

After all this time, are you still unwilling to admit or believe the fact that he is dead and no longer alive?

Just like that rainy night, she looked at Volper's body, the last thought.

—'Good night, my love'.

Perhaps that Volper was only temporarily asleep.

At a certain moment, at a certain point in the local time, he would wake up from his slumber, walk up to her, show her a nasty squinting smile, call her his dog with a smile, and tell her She was cheated again.

Vic Saluzzo...

With her right hand, which was not on the steering wheel, she subconsciously pressed the silver-white ring on her ring finger.

Reason was telling her that she should not have illusions.

But... in life, rationality and sensibility should complement each other, shouldn't they?

so...

Texas glanced at the co-pilot again, and looked sideways at the black-haired Ruper out the window.

Through the side view mirror, the two looked at each other.

The bright golden pupils are calm, and the broken corner of the mask is just at the end of the left eye, revealing his somewhat raised, bruised end of the eye.

something like...

fox eyes.

The corners of the eyes seemed to gradually overlap with the deep red eyes of Volper in memory.

so...

You really, aren't he?