After the joker appeared, my embarrassing situation was alleviated. On the one hand, for my safety, I couldn't keep pretending. It was completely meaningless. Maybe the next second, there would be a hole in my forehead.

But this is joker using me. He wants to get the whereabouts of the module and recover the property belonging to the United Council.

Yes, the executives of the United Council have set many rules and regulations in Southern Continent to limit riots in Southern Continent. For example, in Southern Continent, except for the army, civilians and militia are not allowed to use military-standard weapons, and can only use civilian firearms.

And it cannot be fully automatic, and the circulation of 5.56 standard ammunition and 7.62 standard ammunition is prohibited.

Therefore, in order to get the module, Joker spent a lot of effort to eliminate those who caused trouble to the joint council's search work. But at least in this way, I still want to laugh at him, because he hasn't got it yet

What about chips and modules?

However, Joker's killing methods are more artistic when it comes to killing people. He is a person who has a close connection with death. Because he is a parliamentary agent, you never know how many methods he has.

I watched in surprise as Joker raised his right hand high, pointed at the row of black muzzles under the stage, and snapped his fingers resoundingly.

There was a soft "ding" sound, and a burst of white light burst out with the sound. It was as if he had ignited something at that moment, maybe a white phosphorus bomb, or a flash shock bomb. That white light seemed to suddenly appear in the blinding night.

It's like a miner's lamp lit up in front of your eyes. Now it's better, I can't see anything, everything in front of me is white.

The next second, I heard screams.

When my sight slowly recovered, I saw Joker's horrifying method of killing people. To put it simply, he was killing the militiamen in the audience. Everyone who raised a gun and shot at him would be in a strange state after a flash of white light.

He fell to the ground. Except for the militiamen who had not yet had time to shoot, the remaining guys who fired all fell to the side of the auditorium, foaming at the mouth, as if they had died suddenly.

Many politicians and some people watching the theater dispersed at this moment. They just watched from beginning to end, including the girls who were captured. Please, if you don't run away now, I won't save you.

"Kill him!" the militia manager ordered the remaining militiamen with his arms stretched out while retreating to the safe passage of the underground theater.

I shook my head and watched joker take out a large-caliber pistol from his suit, and then looked at the manager who was about to escape.

"Can you stop him?" Joker said with his back to me.

"Of course, I'd be happy to!" I replied with a heavy breath. This was not a response to his request. This was the opportunity I wanted. Apart from wanting to chop off the manager's head, I had no other thoughts.

It was thrown out of my head.

So I picked up the revolver bullets that fell on the ground. I didn't know how many rounds there were. Time was tight, so I only grabbed a handful. But it was not enough for me. Now, these militiamen gathered again, and they seemed to think that they could deal with it.

The two of us were so relaxed, but then they regretted it.

I heard joker throw out a smoke bomb. Damn it, it was a smoke bomb. This thing suddenly exploded into a wall of smoke, which instantly blocked the sight of all the militiamen under the stage. Then, I saw him holding a knife and a pistol.

Got into the smoke.

Then, there were the screams of the group of people. I was still standing on the stage at this time, watching the joker move quickly in the smoke, cutting off his head and arms here, and blasting him with a large-caliber pistol there.

Head-exploding organs.

Damn it, I should be grateful that joker didn't tear my arm off before. His actions and reactions were simply not the strength that a human being should have.

Right now, what I am more concerned about is not the joker, but the manager holding his nose and looking for a way out in the smoke.

"I found you!" I gritted my teeth and jumped off the stage. While quickly loading bullets into the "Gun of Kindness", I knocked down the militiamen who tried to block the way.

But this gun can't kill anyone, it can't even penetrate these militiamen wearing soft body armor. And the number of bullets in my hand is limited, so now I knocked down an unlucky guy, and three bullets hit him directly.

The bullets hit his chest one by one and were embedded in the aramid fiber of the soft body armor. These few hits were enough to make him stumble and fall, and I took away his firearm.

While these militiamen were still dancing in the smoke wall, I had already circled around and arrived at the side of the VIP area. It was very close to the safe passage, but I didn't see the shadow of the manager yet.

Damn it, I think he must not have had time to escape yet.

The sound of a human torso being torn apart by something and the roar of a human being kept ringing in my ears. These mixed together, it was simply a human symphony. I know this is what Joker is best at, his arm can tear off a person directly.

Human limbs can also cut a person's throat with sharp nails. Just when I was afraid of the joker's killing method, suddenly, I felt as if something sticky, hot and wet flew to my back.

, maybe it's internal organs, or maybe it's brain scum.

It’s really terrifying. Joker calls massacre art? From the corner of my eye, I can see mutilated corpses lying under the auditorium and blood flowing all over the floor!

Say goodbye to this world, you damn bastards.

Just when I strode to the safe passage, I met the manager around the corner. His current condition was not that good, at least similar to mine. It might be because he had inhaled too much smoke. I saw

He squinted his eyes and staggered while holding on to the wall.

"Oh...shit!" He saw me inadvertently, and his eyes suddenly filled with darkness.

"Oh, come on, man, your tactics won't work on me right now." I said, laughing at his situation.

"Really? Oh, boy, you are really optimistic..." He gritted his teeth and stood up with difficulty. "You look terrible."

"You look more like a raisin. How many tricks do you have now?" I said tit for tat.

"You really want to go against me? Okay, okay, kid..." He pointed at me and kept backing away.

At the same time, I saw rapid footsteps coming from the corridor.

That's militia support!

"Kill him! Quick!" the manager ordered. At the same time, he didn't know where he got the strength and ran towards the stairs. Only me and the militiamen were left at the scene.

What followed was a short and boring battle. I didn't get enough ammunition or good equipment. I didn't have a body armor or a bulletproof helmet. What do you want me to use to fight? So I simply chose to run away. I panicked

I got next to the natural gas stove in the underground kitchen and watched the fools chasing after me like crazy. They didn't see that I had disconnected the hose of the gas stove and unscrewed the gas tank.

"Okay, guys!" I said awkwardly, standing on the other side of the room door, "Maybe we can have a good talk..."

But they did not choose to talk to me, but fired. Of course, I am not a fool. When these people realized that they were going to shoot me through the torso, I squatted down and got behind the security door.

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At the same time, explosions and fire surrounded them. I didn't want to waste time with them at this juncture. So I ran out of the kitchen and came to the stairs.

I saw the manager climbing the stairs in a blink of an eye, and it seemed that his movements were becoming very difficult. So, what did the joker use to cause that burst of white light to cause so much damage to the people in the audience?

"Oh! You haven't given up yet. It seems that you have taken care of all my friends. Well, boy, you did a good job!" He gritted his teeth and looked at me, filled with hatred. "Don't you know how to get along with me?

Do we communicate peacefully?"

"Really? Oh ho ho! That was such a pleasant conversation!" I mocked him.

"You really want to kill me?" he said.

"Someone wants to kill you, man, you can't just die so casually!" I looked at him coldly and replied.

"Really? You really don't know how to seize the opportunity!" He shouted towards the dark corner: "Here comes someone! Get rid of him!"

I immediately pointed the muzzle of the gun at the corner. As expected, militiamen with guns would run out of the corner. With the ammunition capacity of the 56 automatic rifle in my hand, it shouldn't be a problem to deal with a few people.

So I let the manager go again and concentrated on dealing with the militiamen who rushed out of the corner rashly.

After shooting a bunch of bullets, I could let go of my worries. These people were not a threat before they rushed out. If they found my location, I would be in danger. At this moment, I had to be more vigilant.

, because they were militiamen, and I didn’t have any protective gear and only had a gun in my hand.

But I am afraid of death, and the only motivation that supports my fight is revenge. I am not a personal hero, but I cannot agree with the value of such a person's existence. In this environment, since he can dominate the mountain and become king, so can I.

Send him to hell "reasonably". If joker hadn't asked me to catch him, I would have really wanted to blow his skull off with a gun in the corridor.

"Follow me again and I'll kill you!" he yelled at me from the dark staircase.

Really? Probably, what could he do now? I don't think he could kill anyone tonight, if he wasn't hurt.

"Stop, didn't you say you wanted to have a good talk? Why are you regretting it now?" I said to him in the dark with a smile.

"You and those damn parliamentary agents go to hell, boy!"
Chapter completed!