Terra Hotline, crime simulator

[Execute him, Richard! ]

Duang——!

The guitar exploded with explosive notes on the Destroyer's head, knocking off the Destroyer's barcode-like mask.

The Destroyer's head was so hard that the guitar was smashed and deformed. Richard had no choice but to pull off a string, use this string to strangle the Destroyer's neck, and pull hard, and the Destroyer's head was cut off. Come down!

However, before Richard could stop the bleeding on his shoulder and rest for a moment, the group of family members rushed towards him like a tsunami.

"He...he killed Mr. Budd?!"

The family members arrived and surrounded Richard, but the panic on their faces could not be concealed.

Because 10 minutes ago, the man wearing the mask of Zalak Beastkin killed two-thirds of them, using various cruel methods.

And just now, the death of the Trace Exterminator cast a deep shadow on their hearts.Monthly fee (group 69:493) 6135

"Stop him! Don't let him get close! The crossbowman fires his arrows!"

Phil, the other exterminator with exaggerated scars on his face and a member of the Texas elite, showed a bloodthirsty gaze.Skirt six "玖④⑨三'⑥一③五

A round of crossbow arrows was fired at Richard. The latter jumped up and rolled behind the bar head to avoid these crossbow arrows.

Then he adjusted his breathing, took out the second remaining magazine and loaded the submachine gun. The next moment he closed his eyes and heard the sound of the crossbowmen cocking the gun.

Richard seized this moment and stood up suddenly from behind the bar. Without aiming, Uzi fired horizontally, bullets flying to the bodies of the family members wantonly. In an instant, the soles of his feet were filled with bullet casings, and the air was filled with gunpowder. With the smell of rust.

No screams were heard. Richard emptied the magazine. The crossbowmen in the front row fell like wheat. Phil the Exterminator was also shot in the arm. He raised his hand with one hand with a grin on his face. Crossbow arrows.

He waited for Richard to emerge from cover.

It was a crossbow arrow that shot directly into Richard's face. Because of the Origin Stone skill, this purple arrow was faster than other arrows!

clang--

Richard did not hide. He took out a baseball bat from his backpack and greeted him. The magic arrow was so powerful that the entire arrow was engraved on the alloy baseball bat.

The remaining family members in the front row surrounded Richard, and they waved their weapons at Richard as if they were shot.

But in Richard's eyes, their movements were like monkeys wielding wooden sticks. He was so agile that while he was able to maneuver among the crowd with ease, the alloy baseball bat hit everyone's head with deadly precision. In a matter of seconds, , dozens of people died suddenly.

After once again flicking off a magic crossbow, Richard, covered in brains and blood, came to Phil.

"...You...what kind of monster are you?!"

The Exterminator asked tremblingly. He seemed to smell the smell of blood after his death, but this question was destined to remain unanswered.

With a click, Richard broke his neck. The moment his body fell, he aimed at the Destroyer's head. The baseball bat turned into a golf club, and the latter's head and spine were swept away.

..........

"Miss! Hide quickly, hide under the bed! Hurry, or the lunatic will come and kill you!!"

Claude, whose face was stained with blood, pushed open the door of Texas' room in a panic, and then

The wardrobe on the side was pushed hard and the door was tightly closed.sixty-nine. four-nine-three. six-one-three-five

"Claude, what's going on outside? Can't you even stop a killer?"

Texas frowned, finally realizing the seriousness of the matter.

"We...Bud and Phil were all killed by him alone! Volsini...other family members are on their way to support, we need to...hold on until then... ..."

Claude seemed to be frightened and was a little incoherent. He wandered around the room in a panic, seemingly looking for other ways to escape.

Texas had never seen the elite private bodyguard assigned to her by her grandfather be so panicked.

"Ventilation duct! Miss, quickly, hide in!"

Seeing Claude quickly open the ventilation duct on the ceiling, Texas just lit a cigarette impatiently.

Chapter 22 The Massacre at the Hotel Syracuse (Part [-])

Texas is really tired of all this.

A hypocritical city filled with violence and bloodshed, short-sighted struggles between families, and a Sicilian lady who thought she could control everyone in Syracuse through the Gray Hall.

Everything became extremely boring in Texas's eyes. She saw the same thing from her grandfather and father:

Arrogance without any sense of existence.

...

There were screams in the corridor outside the door, as if what was wandering outside was not a terrible killer, but a man-eating monster.

This fear has spread to Claude's mind like a tide. He pleaded with Texas, who was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, in an almost begging tone:

"Miss Cherelinina...please listen to the advice of my subordinates and hide. You are the only blood of the Texas family. If something happens to you, how should I explain to the head of the family? ah!"

But Texas never looked at him.

She took a deep drag on the cigarette, then blew out a smoke ring aimlessly.

Beneath his calm and indifferent expression was a deep disgust for this place.

It was another boring game between families. She even felt a weak sense of pity for the assassin who came to assassinate her. She was being used as a tool in the quagmire of Syracuse. It was hopeless.

Why can't they ever realize this?

Boom-!

The corridor outside was quiet for a moment, but the next second a hole was opened in the solid wooden door by a sudden fire axe.

The killer is already here.

"Miss... I'll give you some time, and you can find a way to leave through the ventilation duct... I'm sorry, sir, I tried my best, and I am worthy of the honor of the Texas family..." ..”

Claude's voice sounded like his last words. He was simply exercising his obligations as a bodyguard, a tool to his responsibilities, and didn't even care about Texas's reaction.

He took out his long sword and came to the hole in the wooden door. The smell of blood that was about to turn into substance hit his face. Through the door hole, he saw that the floor outside was covered with the remains of family members.

But what about the killer?

The moment he stuck his head out of the doorway, a face of a Zalak beast smeared with blood suddenly emerged from below.

"—!"

Before Claude had time to react, his upper body was dragged out of the door, his legs twitching wildly in the air, and the sound of an electric drill came from the other side of the door.

sizzle-

Without enough time to cry out, Texas heard the sound of bones and flesh stirring, but she just watched the death of her bodyguard indifferently.

slap-

Claude's body fell onto the cabinet used to block the door. His upper body...oh, he had no upper body, only two legs left. It was like he had gotten into a meat grinder.

Texas flicked the cigarette in his hand, took the origin stone sword and stood up slowly. Since he couldn't hide, he would face the hysteria of Syracuse.

Richard, wearing a hood, stared at her from the other end of the doorway, like a sculpture stained with blood.

Texas took a step forward, orange eyes staring at Richard.

The two just looked at each other.

He is not a killer.

I don’t know how long it took before Texas came to such a conclusion.

She has met many killers in the family, and they all have one thing in common, that is, they cannot hide their murderous intent.

But Texas did not feel the slightest murderous intention in Richard.

He is like a machine, killing people seems to be just his job, day after day, without boredom.

He does not belong to Syracuse, he does not belong to civilization, and he does not belong to the wilderness.

Who is that guy outside that door?

From the other party's empty gaze, Texas felt a heat in his heart, because the other party could see all his muddled inner thoughts.

Texas closed her eyes slightly, and the Source Stone sword in her hand fell off to the ground. When she opened her eyes again, the guy outside the door had disappeared.

But there was an inexplicable feeling of loneliness in her heart. She saw her own shadow in Richard. Both of them never believed that everything in Syracuse was right, but they did nothing about it, and he, on the other hand, went on to A simple and effective way.

Kill all the mistakes of Syracuse

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..........

[Good job, it’s time to leave here. Think on the bright side, your actual actions during this meeting will probably lay the foundation for Texas to burn down his family in the future. ]

Richard used his last bullet to knock out all the surveillance cameras and fought his way from the restaurant to the last room on the 21st floor. He was a little tired.

I found a random corpse from the corridor, then dragged it into a guest room, used an electric drill found in the utility room to drill the corpse's face until the flesh was bloody, then put the baseball uniform on the corpse, and then removed the German flag on the corpse. Dress yourself in Texas family attire.

Finally, he smeared his face with blood to ensure that others could not remember his facial features for a while.

After doing all this, he threw the body, baseball bat, and gun with all bullets out from the 21st floor.

There were footsteps outside the door. It was other family members who arrived. Since the elevator door was damaged by themselves, they climbed the entire 21st floor.

Richard used his fingers to cruelly widen the wound on his shoulder. The blood dripped and stained the brown suit red.

Opening the bathroom door, he shouted to the family members rushing outside:

"The killer jumped off the building!"

Those who came were members of the Beilonne family, but luckily I didn't see any judges.

"Brothers of the Texas family, what is going on here?!"

A family leader hurriedly came to the room where Richard was. Family members holding weapons filed in behind him. They were startled by the blood on Richard's face.

"We were attacked... The killer is very powerful... He just jumped from the edge of the window... Help me... I'm going to bleed to death..." ..."

Everyone hurried to the window, looking down from the 21st floor in the darkness, and vaguely saw some vague traces on the ground.

"He...is he dead?"

"Go down and see!"

"A few people will take this guy to the hospital. He is seriously injured! Also, clean up the scene. The young master will be here soon!"

........

"Honestly, man, did you see that guy's face?"

On the road late at night, a family car carried the injured Richard to the hospital.

The family driver sitting in the driver's seat started talking and asked Richard in the back seat.

"...Where are we?"

Richard quietly put on the rat hood.

"Miranda Theatre, we're almost at the hospital, hold on...wait, you!"

Before the driver could say anything, Richard grabbed his neck. The latter grabbed the steering wheel randomly and stepped on the accelerator in desperation.

bump--!

The car was equipped with street lights. After Richard hanged the driver, he staggered out of the rear driver's seat and looked around. Fortunately, the surrounding environment was silent.

He put on the spare suit he had prepared earlier from his backpack and threw his Texas family clothes in the car.

He took out a lighter from the driver's body, pulled off a long strip of cloth from his clothing, stuffed one end of the strip into the fuel tank, stepped back and lit the strip.

.......

There was no need to look back at the explosion. After simply stopping the bleeding, he walked along the road to where he parked near the hotel.

Get in the car and go home.

Chapter 23 Lavinia is not a traditional woman

It was already five o'clock in the morning when I got home. I took a shower, cleaned up the blood and other stains on my body, and lay on the bed. The sound of rain could be heard outside the window.

[Close your eyes, and memories of bloody foam reappear in your mind. The person you killed wore an owl mask and taunted you with harsh words. ]

[Why an owl mask?You can't understand it no matter how hard you think about it. ]

[You might as well open your bloodshot eyes and stare blankly at the ceiling. How long do you need to continue like this? ]

[Unable to sleep, you stood up, took out a box of cigarettes from the locked drawer, lit one and put it in your mouth. You hadn't smelled tobacco for a long time since Lavinia said she hated the smell of cigarettes. Taste it. ]

[Watching the soot settle on the floor and the sparks extinguishing, you have a moment of doubt about what you did, you did it, but.... will they care? ]