The God of Slaughter
Janice struggled to open her eyes and found herself lying on the table.
Her clothes were draped over her body as a quilt, and the knife wounds on her body were also bandaged.
...
Wait a moment?
"The knife wound on the body was also bandaged"?
Someone undressed her! Janice blushed.
She dragged her heavy feet so that they could support herself on the ground, and she was willing to come out after changing her clothes.
Although the living room was lit by three windows, it was still dark, with nothing but a few tables and chairs.
"...Thank you." Janice said this to Michael, who was watching out the window.
"For what?" Michael didn't look at her.
You... help me...bandage the wound...thank you." Janice blushed more and more.
"You're welcome." Michael was still staring at the window.
"You don't want to know why I was kidnapped?"
"You will tell yourself."
"Well, the people who kidnapped me were from Tower."
"reason?"
"They found out that I have the ability to sense danger in advance... What do you mean by that look? Do you suspect me of lying?"
"If you have this ability, you won't be kidnapped."
"First, they use crowd tactics, and second, I didn't know they had narcotics."
"No wonder... FUCK, here we come." Michael noticed a familiar van outside and asked, "Do you have a gun?"
"pistol."
"Very well," Michael said, picking up a pocket knife, "take care of yourself." Then he opened the door and left.
Janice looked at his back and thought he was manly, like a tough guy. No, why did she think so?
Janice blushed, but she shook her head desperately to shake the thought away.
***
"Divide into three groups: a group of three people; one group guards at the bottom; and one group searches from the second floor up." Chris quickly assigns tasks and then presses the elevator button. There are six elevators here, and there are three on the left and right sides. Chris's group chooses the second elevator on the right and presses the highest floor, the 40th floor; the other group chooses the first elevator on the left.
After the elevator doors closed, they heard screams, and the screams came from the third team responsible for guarding the bottom floor.
Clearly, Michael was there! Those in the elevator couldn't help but thank God for the chance to save them from dying.
No, not what God gave you, but...
Michael, the first "God of Slaughter" bestowed on you
Ding!
Chris didn't have time to think about how Michael came to the destination while they weren't paying attention to the bottom floor. He could only take out the folded light machine gun, then open it and walk forward vigilantly.
There are cars coming and going under the apartment, but because they are all electronic cars, there is no engine sound, only crows and a family member's birthday song.
"Cross the bridge and pay attention to your surroundings." Chris pressed the button on the railing; the bridge stretched out immediately, and then he ordered the two people behind him to move forward slowly.
Up there, no one
On the left, no one
On the right, nobody
Behind me, no one
A! A! A!
The crow screamed, as if announcing someone's death.
After checking the houses, they decided to go downstairs.
Suddenly, a gust of wind rushed towards them, causing one of them to pull the trigger.
And he only hit the gust of wind and the railing.
"Calm down," Chris said.
Ding!
The elevator arrived, the door opened, and the scene in front of them made them shudder.
Three people fell into a pool of blood; their eyes widened and their expressions were terrified, and one person's head... exploded!
"Second group," said the man in the middle, overpowering his fear.
"Come in." Chris ordered and closed the elevator doors.
Ding!
The elevator arrived and the doors opened, but they didn't notice that the person at the end of them was gone because his whole body exploded.
Bang!
The neck of the man in the middle is pierced, and through the hole in the neck, the muzzle of a pistol can be seen, obviously taken out of the poor man's pocket.
"Michael!" Chris was so frightened that he shot back a few times. Michael dodged, then took out a small knife, pushed Chris to the ground, and then stabbed the knife into Chris' throat!
Chris grabs Michael's hand, trying to push the knife away, but the more blood he loses, the faster he loses strength, and what's worse, Michael picks up his light rifle.
DADADADADADADADA...
The bullets ran out, Chris was bloody and bloody, and Michael's eyes and the corners of his mouth were mocking him.
A! A! A!
The crow is laughing at the man's death.