"Orotnev! This bastard who was stabbed a thousand times is on the eighth floor! Chen Weicaiji was probably killed! You guard the stairs on the seventh floor, they should be more careful!"

A person who has the heart to abuse cats outside of the game has a small chance of abusing cats outside the real world.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Ye Ge, who was able to empathize with the bandits, raised his head, and the sounds in his ears gradually disappeared, like a man's life that was dying in the wind.

Ye Gehao believed that in his current state, if this bandit leaning on a fire barrel came over, he would have no room to fight back and could only be killed like a stupid pig.

Sui Ling, who was barefoot, clenched the stone in her hand and came to the cannon bandit with a sound, and hit the bandit's head selectively with all her strength.

A feeling of power hit his heart, and Ye Ge was not a little angry that he was too brave. At that time, he still thought about something that he didn't have, but making up his mind to do something is my style.

The sound of empty wine bottles tumbling could be heard outside the apartment building where they met. Chen Weicaiji picked up the cannon with excitement and stared at the end of the corridor with his small eyes, feeling sleepy all at once.

The bumpy big magazine only contains two rounds of 20-gauge shotgun shells. Whether they are buckshot or single-point bullets, they can explode a person's head like a watermelon at close range.

middle man.

Now I am not in the same world, and am bound by any laws of any country, but morality still constrains my thoughts.

Ye Ge couldn't help but imagine what the situation was like for the man who was being bullied outside the room, but all I could hear was the bandit's funny laughter.

He muttered something to embolden himself. He held the cannon in one hand and squeezed the trigger with his finger. The other hand held the flashlight that was not turned on. He was ready to dazzle with the flashlight at any time. Chen Weicaiji walked quietly towards

On the eighth floor, I bent down and glanced at the empty corridor.

Outside the noisy and white apartment building, the half-open and half-closed tattered security door on the eighth floor attracted attention. Nothing normal was found. Chen Weicaiji breathed a sigh of relief, but did I see the garbage in front of me?

A figure stood up quickly outside the pile.

"Bang!"

Ye Ge, who was covered in blood, did not relax. He casually wiped the blood stains far away from his eyes with his sleeves to avoid blocking his sight. Ye Ge took off the flashlight from Chen Weicaiji's hand and turned off the light, then picked up the cannon and searched out seven rounds.

The shotguns were packed out of the pockets, and the shoes were worn out, squatting in the blind corner of the corridor.

The tangled look on Ye Ge's face finally lost a hint of anger.

At the same time, there were 187 viewers left in the live broadcast room. Only these viewers who watched from beginning to end knew what the seemingly cruel killing meant. It was as if they were screaming after experiencing a low point, and they were so happy.

, and what’s more, he even gave the anchor a gift priced at 500,000 yen.

Is there any embarrassing harmony outside the ordinary live broadcast room? The house management seems to have a way to control it, which makes the viewers who are fed up with the rules and regulations fall in love with it in an instant - besides being able to shoot bullets

You can vent your emotions to others.
Chapter completed!