Terra Hotline, crime simulator

He has seen how powerful they are.

"Listen, girl, I admit it, this time we kicked the steel plate in the gantry, but the professionals are not the pawns you used to make Jazz and the others fall into this trap, do you understand?"

As he spoke, Old K raised his bloody right hand and stabbed his neck with the glass shards on his wrist. Immediately, a river of blood spurted out from under his chin.

......

Lin Yuxia returned to her home. On the way, the scene of a man's trachea being cut and his throat gurgling still appeared in her mind.

"He didn't explain anything and then committed suicide in front of you?"

The Rat King stood on the balcony and looked towards the central area of ​​the city. In the past, he could see the main tower of the central bridge, but now, there was only ruins there.

"Yes, Dad."

Lin Yuxia said: "In addition to Huaihu, the latest news just came from the Guards Bureau. Director Jiu and Longmen idol Sora also seem to be

It was as if he had been kidnapped by those thieves. "

"The Shadow Guard killed one of them? Was it the one named Little Kev?" asked the Rat King.

"That's right... At that time, everyone was very angry. When they thought that so many citizens and police officers died because of them, and they were walking free like a spring outing in the countryside, they felt angry."

Lin Yuxia clenched her fists.

"...We can't let that cruel knight know that their accomplice died in our hands, otherwise, Jiu and the others will be in danger."

The Rat King captured a piece of his beard and continued:

"Don't forget to remind the shadow guards to dispose of their two bodies, notify the gangsters, and search every corner of Longmen with all their strength."

Chapter 1 Embers

"It's so late, why haven't Old K and Little Kev come back yet? Are they going to have fun behind our backs?"

At around two o'clock in the morning, after returning to the safe house, Daryl hadn't even had time to take off his police uniform, and he couldn't wait to celebrate the victory of this big operation with the robbers.

But what surprised Daryl was that he didn't see the table piled with red gold.

"Jazz, they have lost contact. Maybe we should consider the worst."

Chains took out his mobile phone. The online status of Little Cave and Old K had changed to no signal.

"You mean, the two of them went to jail? This is really bad. Longmen Prison doesn't seem to care about food, so we have to go and deliver food to them."

Holston said with a bit of schadenfreude.

"No, it's worse than that. They lost contact three hours ago, and our wanted information is still being broadcast on TV. If they are arrested, this must be breaking news, and the police will be happy to let them know. We understood that the Guard had our men in their hands and negotiated a hostage deal."

The smile of joyful harvest that first appeared on Holston's face disappeared, and Chance's expression turned ugly. He continued:

"The cops may be other forces in this city. They already think that Little Kev and Old K are no longer bargaining chips."

Jingle Bell--!

Just as Daryl was thinking about how to take the next step, his phone rang. When he took it out, he was a little surprised by the name of the caller displayed.

It's the contractor, Mai.

"Hey......"

Om-!

Suddenly there was a roar in his mind, and a strange sense of nothingness arose in his heart. Inexplicable fear gripped his stomach with both hands. This feeling was like waking up suddenly from sleep and realizing that everything he pursued was gone. significance.

He had experienced this feeling once before, when Daryl received a call from Mai for the first time after robbing the Londinium Bank.

His vision fell into darkness and his head became dizzy. Daryl relied on his instinct to walk forward, groping in the darkness, and then pushed open a rusty door.

Behind the door seemed to be a conference room. Most of the yellowed wallpaper had fallen off to the ground, and the dirty oak floor was covered with unknown black beetles. In the center of the room, there was an oversized conference table.

There were two figures sitting at the head and end of the table.Monthly fee (group 69:493) 6135

"Perhaps, we should push the time forward a little. 1092 is a good time, what do you think? Richard, Sir Daryl may still be saved by then."

The crimson figure at the end of the table spoke up, his voice and the other guy's voice sounded exactly like mine.

"So, I...I still can't believe that I have become so...pure in my second life. Maybe you are lying to me. He is not me at all."

The other guy at the head of the table was wearing a funny-looking rooster hood, and his bandaged hands were covered in blood.

"Of course I know you won't believe it, but you are dead, in fact we are all dead, and I never explain too much to dead people."

"Wait, what are you talking about? What second life? I'm already dead? Are you the mysterious contractor Mai? God, are you a god?"

Daryl quickly adapted to this unexpected situation. He found a chair and sat down, imitating Richard and placing his feet on the table.

"God...? In your eyes, what cannot be understood must be God? Daryl, have you ever thought that that is yourself?"

The red figure gradually became clearer, and Daryl could see clearly that his face was carved in the same mold as his own, and his hair was light blond.

"I actually have a biological brother? Are you my father's illegitimate son?"

Daryl opened his mouth and asked.

"He said that he is you in the eighth reincarnation, and I am in the first reincarnation, that is, you in the previous life. We want to play a game with him."

Richard answered Daryl's question for Mai.

"......I....."

I must have taken too many drugs. It seems that I will have to smoke less Pure Source Stone powder in the future.

Daryl thought to himself.

"I like playing games, so bring me one."

Mai showed an empty smile. He tapped the table with his pale fingers, looked around at the other seats at the conference table, and slowly said:

"This game can't be played by three people. We still need five people. Don't worry.

, they will come sooner or later, but before that, Daryl, can you answer me a question?

Why don't you follow my contract step by step?The deaths of Old K and Little Kev were all due to your arrogance. "

In the last sentence, Daryl heard that Mai was a little guilty of herself. Was it really self-blame?Mai he seemed to bring himself.

Daryl was silent for a moment. He adjusted his sitting posture and looked into Mai's pale blue pupils without any visible waves:

"If you are really me in the eighth reincarnation, don't you know it in your heart?"

Mai kept her smile unchanged:

"Time has passed so long that I can't remember clearly."

——! !

The next second, Daryl took out the Sand Eagle from his waist and pointed it at Mikey. Richard became slightly more interested and took out a bat from under the table. He felt that his blood was flowing again. Out of violence.

"Because I am the cruel Sir Daryl. I don't do things according to other people's rules, even if I am the one who makes the rules."

"..."

Mai rubbed her blond hair, sighed and said, "I hope that in the final reincarnation, I have gotten rid of all the bad habits from the first eight reincarnations.

Daryl, I have a great gift for you that I think you will use soon. "

........

"Jazz, Jazz!"

Daryl was called back to reality by Chains. He was pale and breathing rapidly. He looked down at the time and found that only a few seconds had passed.

"So, what should we do? How about contacting the contractor? Maybe that guy with great hands and eyes knows something."

Chains saw Daryl come out of his daze and asked again.

"...According to the previous plan first, the three of you are going to write a threatening letter to Siren Records and Wei Yanwu, telling them that the hostages are in our hands, and I...I need a more perfect plan to replace Old K and Little Cave...Revenge, yes, guys, the contractor just sent the news that two more of our companions...are dead."

Daryl took the words revenge and death very seriously.

Chains, Holston and Wolf fell into a suffocating silence after hearing this, and they didn't ask too many questions.

"...I understand, Jazz."

Chapter 1 Let’s dance and sing a song

"Are you awake? Nine, I'm in a bad mood right now, very, very bad."

Jiu Niao woke up and found that she was now in a dim luxury suite. She was controlled in an unusual way on a burgundy leather sofa. In front of her was a table that looked like it belonged to aristocrats. The long dining table was covered with various rusty torture instruments, and there was a huge crystal chandelier above her head.

At the other end of the long table, Kong Zheng and Jiu, who were wearing idol uniforms, sat across from each other, seemingly asleep. They were like distinguished guests waiting for dinner.

But no host would blindfold his guest, tie him to the sofa, and wrap his mouth with black tape. Instead of food, there are nail clippers on the table.

This is Daryl's room in the safe house. The torture instruments on the table were borrowed from Wolfe.

After explaining some specific mission details to Chains and the others, Daryl brought together the two hostages still on hand.

"Two of my good brothers died today. They were killed by the Longmen secret police under Wei Yanwu. So, Jiu, can you say a few words to comfort me?"

Daryl took out a bottle of red wine and two glasses from the cabinet next to him, poured himself a glass, and then poured another glass for Jiu and placed it in front of her.

Jiu noticed a flash of darkness under Daryl's mask.

"I thought you were ready to face retribution and sanctions. You killed two of your companions? Have you ever considered the policemen from the Longmen Guards Bureau who were killed by you?"

Jiu asked in a deep voice, wondering who the "Longmen secret police" Daryl was talking about was.

"You make sense, so how about we comfort each other? Those in our profession understand that death is our professional sacrifice. You kill us and we rob your property. This is just our job."

Daryl took out his bayonet, and just when Jiu thought he would wipe out his neck, he cut off the strapping in her hands and freed his hands, but Jiu's feet were still tied. The Originium confinement device around his neck was not removed either.

"Generally speaking, I'm not a good person, that's an obvious thing, and to be honest, I've killed a lot of people, mostly police officers, but also a small number of civilians."

Daryl gently pulled up the clown mask on his face, exposed his mouth, and took a sip. The light was too dark, and Jiu still couldn't see his true face.

"I have been on the run for more than ten years. We are a group of desperadoes, wandering in this land of cannibals. I thought that women and money would satisfy the emptiness I felt when I was on the run, but now... ….I’m kind of fed up with it.”

Jiu stared at him, as if the arrogant and lawless Sir Daryl had disappeared, and what was in front of her was just a felon who had just been released from prison and was full of a sense of desolation.

"This

Everyone in this world has a story. Will you start to suffer miserably next?Say you have a tragic past and then say something like longing for redemption?Come on, I've seen a lot of evil people like you, and they never ended well in the end. "

Jiu picked up the red wine glass and sniffed it gently. It tasted very mellow and was good wine. Daryl raised his own high wine glass and touched it lightly with her.

"No, I don't need redemption. I live like a bad person, and I will die like a bad person. So, cheers, one cup to good people like you, and one cup to bad people like us."

With that said, Daryl drank the wine in the glass. Jiu hesitated for a moment, closed her eyes, and took a big sip. But before she could swallow it, Daryl suddenly choked her with both hands roughly. Her neck was shaking with nine pupils, and the red wine in her throat suddenly couldn't be swallowed. She coughed painfully, and Daryl kissed her red lips, tasting the red wine liquid in her mouth.

"Ahem...you...!"

Jiuyi pushed him away, her face turned red, and she still pulled the silver thread left by Daryl at the corner of her mouth. She thought she would be strangled to death by him, but she didn't expect it to happen like this.

"Hahaha! What? Do you think I told you so much just to win your sympathy? This way the red wine will taste pure. It's very good. Thank you for your comfort. I feel much better."

"abnormal......"

Jiu's face dropped, his eyes cold.

Daryl ignored her, walked over to Sora, took off the cloth covering her eyes and the tape in her mouth, and patted her cheek to wake her up.

"Um...where is this? Texas, Angels...where are you?"

Kong woke up dazedly, and it took three seconds for her to realize that she had been kidnapped.

"Let me go! You thugs!"

She struggled desperately, but it was to no avail. Daryl raised her chin and was forced to shift her eyes to the torture instruments on the table. Soon, Sora regained her composure.

Daryl picked up a pair of pliers from the table, played with them, and then dropped them back on the table with a clatter.

"Perhaps, for Longmen idols, we may not need these things." Daryl said to himself as if telling her: "I should say it more clearly. I lost two friends, but I don’t want to take my anger out on you.”

Daryl stared at Sora, her face turned pale, and then she seemed to have found her savior and moved her gaze to Jiu.

Kacha-!

boom--!

Daryl's gunshot sounded at the same time as the sound of the goblet breaking in Nine's hands.

But the goblet in Jiu's hand was not shattered by the bullet. The bullet grazed her scalp.

It seemed that Jiu's plan to use the wine glass fragments to cut the rope under his feet so that he could stand up and assassinate Daryl was foiled. She knew that Daryl must have missed the shot intentionally.

"What, Nine, do you want to be free? How about we play a game?"