"laugh!"

The tragic sound of flesh tearing apart was heard, and Marcus seemed to be a god of killing. He used his strong arms to tear the body of the militants, causing a bloody rain to smash on his head.

In this bloody rain, all kinds of organs and internal organs slid down, and even the field was wrapped around Marcus's neck.

This is the real cruelty, which is to tear the absolute power of the tiger and bear, and tore a living person in half.

No adjective can completely and thoroughly describe this tragic scene. When this scene can bring human visual impact to an unprecedented peak, Moore's eyes widened and opened his mouth wide and fell into a dullness.

The militants were even more unbearable. They forgot to shoot, and some even opened their mouths and vomited happily.

The brutal godfather cracked his mouth, revealing his white teeth that were sharply contrasted with the blood, waved his remaining body in his hands, and threw it hard among the militants.

"call!"

The two and a half pieces of human body rotated wildly, and the blood was like a sprinkler, turning into a ball of blood mist and spraying it in all directions.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Half of his body hit the militants hard, and used the power from the brutal godfather to knock down one after another.

The brutal godfather did not stop at all. He grabbed a living militant again, raised it high, and then tore it in the same way. He held his arms and put them down, and another bunch of flesh poured on him. Then he raised his hand and threw the body out and smashed the militant.

At this moment, the brutal godfather's body shivered violently, and a very enjoyable light appeared in his eyes.

That's right, he is just enjoying the strong pleasure brought to him by the hot blood. It is a kind of comfort that normal people can never enjoy, and it is beyond everything!

Bath in blood and sink in cruelty!

The brutal godfather had been stained with blood and flowed downwards. Countless shattered internal organs rolled downwards along the top of his head, and then fell heavily to the ground.

He pulled off the place wrapped around his neck, stretched out his left hand and pinched a frightened militant, and grabbed the other person's face with his left hand that showed an iron hook.

The moment he was grabbing, his fingers broke open the flesh and clenched them deeply.

"ah!!!……"

The militants let out a scream that was not like a human. He wanted to struggle, but before he could make a rush to make a struggle, he heard the harsh sound of his facial flesh being torn off.

It was the sound from hell, the most terrifying sound I heard in my life.

"Swish...sque..."

The brutal godfather was tearing the skin of the militants, using rootless fingers like iron hooks, and using methods that lose any civilized characteristics to tear the skin of the other party.

"Aoao! Aoao!...ah!!!..."

With a "squeak", Marcus finally tore off the other party's skin, relaxed his left hand and let the other party lie on the ground and roll over.

"Come, come, come... Come! Kill, kill, kill..."

Moore was almost scared and fainted. He swore that even the most ignorant tribe in Africa would not have such a shameless thing!

But now Moore's words don't work at all. When the brutal godfather released all his cruel side, the militants and police who obeyed Moore's words all chose to escape.

Fear is unprecedented. Although they have guns in their hands, they all have hot weapons for killing. The one who can control the killing weapon is a human, not a machine. When the person holding the gun collapses due to fear, the gun loses its original function and turns into a pile of scrap iron.

The body is the most powerful weapon, definitely not a gun or a rocket launcher!

The brutal godfather slowly turned around, put his torn skin on his face, opened his mouth wide at the militants, and let out a roar like an ancient ferocious beast.

"roar!!!……"

The roar was like thunder, spreading rapidly along the air medium, to every corner of the hall, and to the distance along the gate. The person who heard it was creepy, felt aroused, and felt a sense of fear, and his two trembling, wishing he could escape to the ends of the world.

This is the power of a person, and one person can make a group of people retreat and fear.

It is a mistake that everyone does not believe what they have not seen; it is a complete assumption that everyone feels that they have courage.

When cruelty is manifested at the extreme, when bloodthirst is fully blooming, when fierceness is unparalleled, then what is fighting for is a person's psychology and spirit.

There was a violent terrorist incident where a person could chase more than a hundred people with a knife and flee in a hurry. After more than a hundred people were rescued, they defended that they had no weapons. But this was not a question of whether there were weapons or not. People with weak mentalities were weak, even if they had the best gun, they were weak.

Escape is always the easiest way for weak people to choose to act, which is nature. Just like a wolf can drive away a flock of sheep, it is born cruel and born weak.

The brutal godfather Marcus walked to Moore step by step, stretched out his cheeks that were covered with bloody skin, bared his teeth and smiled.

"Don't come over, don't come over, otherwise I will kill, kill, kill you!" Moore grabbed a pistol with his right hand, and pointed at Marcus's head while retracting his body.

He finally realized that the people in front of him could not defeat, even if he had so many people and so many guns.

"Put down the gun and I will spare you." Marcus grinned and smiled.

His smile was blocked by the skin on his face, but his skin was shaking up and down with his broken skin: three holes, two were eyes, and one was the mouth.

The militants whose faces were torn off continued to scream heart-wrenching despair, one more than another, rolling in pain in the pool of blood not far away. There was also the brutal godfather who was wearing fresh skin and was close to him...

The eardrum was impacted and the vision was impacted. Moore's right hand was trembling and trembling violently.

The brutal godfather gently stretched out his right hand, slowly grabbed the gun in Moore's hand, and slowly pressed it down.

Moore didn't resist, nor did he shoot, because he was doing another thing: pee.

To be more precise, it should not be peeing, but incontinence.

His pants were wet, and a stream of water flowed out along his pants' legs, emitting a fishy smell.

"No, don't, don't kill me..." Moore made the soft voice of the weak, swallowed hard, and said with a pleading face: "I have money, I'll give you money, I'll buy my life with money..."

No one is really fond of money. When it comes to making a choice, anyone will give up money and choose life.

"Hahahaha..." Marcus suddenly laughed loudly, pulled off the human skin on his face, reached out to pat Moore's fat cheek and said loudly: "Sir Moore, how about it, is my sincerity enough? Hahaha... If you think it's enough, then we will cooperate. Two million pounds is already a pretty good price, how about it?"

These words seemed like a special order. Moore nodded desperately and told Marcus his absolute agreement with an uninterrupted nod.

ps: The next update will be released at 12 noon tomorrow, three consecutive releases.
Chapter completed!