The three of them were chatting here, and Mira and Paul were not idle on the other side. Paul had just joined and saw so many strange things, which made him surprised and frightened. At the same time, he was also very interested in Ian and Muto.

Lang's curiosity was overwhelming.

"Pour water, pour water." Mira lay on the bed with her legs crossed, pointing to her empty water glass. Paul next to her quickly got up and poured water for Mira, and then sat down by the bed obediently.

On the stool.

Mira took a sip of water, took a puff of cigarette, and sighed: "Let me tell you this, I have only known Boss Ian for about two months. When I look back and think about it now, it is simply a miracle that I can survive to this day.

.”

Then Mira sat up suddenly, looked at the door, and lowered her voice and said: "You just saw him recovering after being burned. This is nothing at all. Last time... last time half of his head was shot.

After the fight was over, Muto brought him back and put him next to me, with his brains exposed. I watched with my own eyes half of his head grow back bit by bit. I'm not afraid of your jokes. I was so scared that I peed.

My pants are off and I can’t move at all.”

Paul was also shocked when he heard this, and asked again: "You call him boss? Are you HB?"

"hb?" Mira thought for a moment and smiled: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, there are still many things that I can't tell you. If I tell you, I will definitely be killed by the boss, and I won't even have a chance to plead for mercy.

There will be."

Mira originally wanted to continue talking about Ian to show that his relationship with Ian was unusual. After all, few people looked at him with admiring eyes, but he remembered Ian's eyes and words when he warned him,

I gave up the idea again.

"The boss is much scarier than you think, so even though he tells you to relax, you must not relax. You must be cautious when doing things, otherwise no one can help you." Mira looked at Paul's excited eyes.

, but couldn't help but warned him again.

This was the first time for Ian to see and live in such a big house, and it was completely his own. This made him, a beggar, finally feel like home, so he was a little too excited to sleep.

What's more important is that today's rescue of people actually gave him a very happy feeling. Before, he had been killing people in order to survive. At first, he found some reasons for himself, but later, he himself

I can no longer make up some excuses to deceive myself. Although it seems fine on the surface, I feel full of guilt in my heart.

The feeling of saving two people made his inner guilt suddenly lessen a lot. Although repairing his body took up nearly twenty days of his life, it was worth it to Ian.

But just when he was enjoying this rare peace of mind, an unsatisfactory prompt sounded: "Ding! A host has harvested more than 10,000 lives. Start the competition mode. Every time the death resources are updated, the ranking will be once.

The host will be wiped out. The first to harvest more than 100 million lives will be promoted to the Death Attendant, and all other hosts will be wiped out. The next ranking will be seven days later, and the current ranking is sixty-five."

"I xxx!" Ian suddenly jumped up from the bed and cursed loudly.

In less than a minute, Muto, Trang and Paul rushed in from the outside. They looked at Ian who was smashing in the room as if he was crazy, not knowing what was going on.

In the end, Muto rushed forward and pressed Ian to the ground, but Ian was still roaring loudly and desperately grabbing the carpet with both hands to vent his anger.

After a while, Ian gasped and said, "Get up, I'm fine."

"Is everything okay?" Muto asked doubtfully.

"Well, it's really okay. If you keep pressing me, something will happen to me." Ian said angrily.

Only then did Muto get up from Ian, and the three of them looked at Ian's red eyes, looking like wild beasts about to die.

"What on earth is going on with you? You were fine just now, wasn't it a nightmare?" No one but Muto dared to talk to Ian like this.

Ian looked up at them, thought for a moment and said: "Tron, Paul, I made you worry, thank you, you go back first, I want to discuss something with Muto."

After hearing what Ian said, Paul was about to turn around and leave, but he saw Truong jumping up and kicking Ian. Ian frowned and turned slightly, and Truong's foot brushed Ian's arm.

Before it was over, Trang's legs had passed, but his hands had already arrived. They grabbed Ian's arms at once, and when he turned around and twisted them, he was about to throw him back.

It's just that Ian is no longer the weak boy who couldn't even fight. His legs were immediately tied around Trang's legs, making him unable to exert any strength, and then his arms were tightly tied around Trang's legs.

His neck immediately turned Trang's face red and veins popped out on his forehead.

"Okay, okay, if you don't let go, he will really die." Seeing this, Muto quickly stepped forward and opened Ian's arm.

Ian looked at Trang coldly, while Trang was bent over and panting, with one hand raised in the air and pointing at Ian, as if he had something to say.

"You...you...if you...if you still treat me as a friend, you shouldn't hide everything from me. If this is on the battlefield, I would rather you shoot me to death in front of me than die unknown in the end.

Bai." Trang gasped.

Ian was stunned. He really didn't expect that Trang would attack him for this reason, so he sighed and said: "Trang, we have argued about this more than once. I am not trying to hide it from you, but I am protecting you. How can you

I don’t understand!”

"Huh! I don't need your protection. If you want to treat me as a friend, don't hide it from me. If you don't want to treat me as a friend, just say a word and I, Trang, will leave immediately and will never bother you here." Trang is the same.

Said angrily.

Ian looked at Trang again, then at Muto and Paul, sighed and said, "Paul, please go out first, this matter has nothing to do with you."

Paul nodded and hurriedly turned around and left. He had already seen that these people were definitely not ordinary people. They almost killed them after this disagreement. It was better for him to stay away.

Ian stood up and closed the door. Looking at Trang who was still angry, he said helplessly: "Trang, I promise you that I won't hide anything from you anymore, but if you don't want to help me after listening to this, don't blame me.

I can only kill you to silence you, otherwise, I won’t be able to survive.”

Trump was still thinking about the consequences at this time, and immediately nodded and said: "I have told you before, even if you want me to assassinate the president, my team and I will do it without hesitation."

Muto smiled and said: "This is much more challenging than assassinating the president."

Tran frowned and didn't speak. Ian sighed and said, "The reason why I lost control just now is because I got the news that if I can't kill some people as soon as possible, I may die in a week."

"Has there been another change?" Muto asked.

Trump also asked: "Is someone trying to deal with you? Who are they? How many manpower do they have?"

Ian shook his head and gritted his teeth and said painfully: "No one wants to deal with me, and there is no specific number of people, no reason, no reason! Just kill people! Kill ordinary people! Kill as many people as possible who are with us.

Ordinary people who have nothing to do with each other! Do you understand? Trang, this is why I have been reluctant to tell you."

Trang took two steps back, looked at Ian in disbelief, and asked: "Ordinary people? But...but there must be a reason for this!"

Ian took a step forward, stared into Trang's eyes, and said seriously: "There is no reason, if you don't kill, I will die. You are a soldier, you must be a patriot, and I don't want to embarrass you."

, but...you forced me to say this."

From the corner of his eye, Terang saw a foot-long sharp blade appearing in Muto's hand. Terang hesitated and asked, "How many do you want to kill?"

Ian was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Trang would really agree. After all, he was going to kill those who had nothing to do with him, maybe even some kind people, and they were the people he had sworn to protect.

"We still don't know how many people can be killed." Ian's pressure made Trang retreat uncontrollably, and Zhihong fell down on the sofa.

Looking at Ian's firm expression and Muto who was ready to take action at any time, Trang closed his eyes and said, "I only have one condition!"

"There are no conditions!" Ian said.

Tran was stunned. He didn't expect that Ian didn't give him a chance to speak. Although his eyes were closed, he seemed to have felt Muto's sharp blade in front of him, so he could only say: "I will never kill the child."

, if you don’t agree to this, then just kill me.”

A strong hand pulled Trang up from the sofa, and Ian said: "Don't worry, although I kill people to live, I am not inhumane at all."

Trang took a breath, sat on the sofa and looked at Muto, who was still there. Muto also asked with some confusion: "You mean, killing one person every day is no longer enough?"

"Well, from this moment on, it has become a competition. The one who kills more people will survive, otherwise, he will die!" Ian nodded.

"But no matter what the reason is, even if it is a competition, there will always be an end, but you said there is no goal...Does this...do you have to keep killing or being killed in this life?" Tran still didn't understand.

"Actually, there is a goal, but I don't want to say it, and it is an impossible task. So now I can only live one day at a time. Muto is one million a month. What about you? How much money can I give you to buy it?

Your life?" Ian asked jokingly.

"It doesn't take that much. If we can get 10 million, I think it will be enough for my family to live a good life." Trang thought of the children at home and felt uncomfortable in his heart.

"Well, it doesn't have to be so painful. In fact, it doesn't matter. If the three of us take weapons and kill them one by one, we will be killed by the police in less than seven days. Don't forget, some things can be done

It's all done with money. As long as you have more money, isn't it easy to find some killers?" Muto said casually.

"Money? Is it okay?" Ian hesitated, is it really okay?

"What Muto said is also a method. At least it is much safer than doing it ourselves. But if it is a competition according to what you said, I am afraid it will take a lot of money to hire enough killers."

Truong said.

While Ian was thinking, Trang couldn't help but ask again: "Ian, you'd better tell me the specific goal, at least it will give me hope."

"One hundred million people!" Ian said softly.

But this sentence frightened both Muto and Terang so much that their eyes widened, and neither of them said a word for a long time.

"Look, I said what I didn't want to say." Ian said helplessly.

"Damn, that's 100 million people. You can't finish them all if you line up and shoot them with machine guns. I'm afraid even if you bomb them with nuclear bombs, you'd need hundreds of nuclear bombs. This... this is simply impossible. In this case,

When can you help me! I'm afraid I will die of old age before you can help me." After a while, Muto cursed loudly.

"Are you sure you're not kidding?" Trang looked at Ian in surprise.

"Do you think I'm kidding?" Ian lit a cigarette and started smoking.

The three of them fell silent for a moment, and no one knew how to express their inner surprise. Now Tran believed that Muto knew almost as much about Ian as he did, although there were still things that Ian had not told them.
Chapter completed!