Allen seized the opportunity and attacked with a stool.

The killer was not wary of someone's sneak attack and the gun was smashed off.

The reaction was fast enough, and the silver light flashed, and the killer's dagger appeared.

Under conditioned reflex, Allen kicked the killer away.

The two fought together, and the receptionist screamed and fled in panic.

The killer is tenacious and does not groan even if he is hit by an iron bench. If he fails to hit the wrist, he will sweep his legs instead.

The speed is so fast that even though Allen is strong and tall, he is caught off guard, so he is naturally no match.

After kicking the person over, the killer rolled around, grabbed the gun, and shot quickly based on his intuition.

Life and death are hanging on the line. How can you just be so hilarious at the critical moment?

Can't beat it but run away?

Although he was not as well-trained as a killer, his life was at stake. Allen's reaction was not slower than the killer. After rolling continuously, he jumped out.

If the other party has a gun but he is empty-handed, only a fool will fight hard. If you can escape before you figure out the situation, you can escape. What can you do?

The bullets flew, rubbing close to each other, and Allen ran quickly to avoid shooting at the corner.

I just ran to the elevator door and found that the elevator was rising.

After hesitating for a moment, the killer's footsteps were approaching, and he had no way out.

Ding! The hatch door opened, and several people in the same costume appeared with guns.

Seeing that the metal bar at the registration office was thicker, Allen jumped out.

Twist ~

These people never rushed out of the hatch door, and their guns were fully fired, and the objects on the bar were sieve.

Damn it!

As expected, all these people came to him, but the two gangs gathered together and they had nowhere to hide.

If it were normal, I would surrender myself and explain loudly that the other party had admitted the wrong person.

But now is different, and clear ideas have made me feel refreshed.

If you go out, you will die. If you don’t go out, you will die even if you are huddled. What should you do?

A bold idea emerged from the mind.

Harry's business card!

Yes, it depends on it.

After deciding on the strategy, Allen decided to give it a try.

When the button was pressed, Harry's slick voice came into his mind: "Sir, the implant was completed so quickly? Are you impatient to go home and have a good sleep and enjoy the fun of it?"

Hearing the gunshots, Harry turned to scream: "Oh no! Damn, what trouble are you causing? Why are there guns?"

"Brother, I don't have time to explain now. Stop the car at the left corner at the entrance. You know the number of layers. I will jump down in twenty seconds."

The gunshots roared, and Allen had to shout loudly, and the metal bar couldn't stop it for long.

"Damn it, I'm just below, rising..."

The firepower stopped suddenly, and the footsteps became clearer.

Alan looked for these people to change magazines and approached him.

After estimating the time, hold your arms and run towards the window.

Clang~

The glass shattered and the sound was crisp.

Alan broke out of the window and fell suddenly.

"Damn it, this man jumped out of the window." A killer exclaimed.

The air was pouring straight, and the debris flew. The killers stretched out their heads to check and found that the man was climbing on the roof of a taxi, holding on to the ceiling light with both hands.

The sky was dark and the traffic was too high, which was not conducive to shooting. In a trance, the man had disappeared.

"I said, man, you were almost dead just now, do you understand? What fucking tricks did you make these people chase you?" Harry was furious and complained endlessly.

Fortunately, this black guy is skilled in driving and his own estimation is accurate, otherwise he will definitely be ruined.

"I still want to know why, it's all this damn consciousness implanted into the trap, and it almost killed my life!" My complaints were not smaller than those of the other party, and Alan was full of wildfire.

The two argued endlessly, and Harry complained: "Man, don't blame me for being ruthless. I have three children waiting for me at home. Take responsibility for the trouble you cause. Don't implicate me. OK?"

"Bastard! Get me home, hurry up." Allen's face was gloomy. Although he was extremely angry, his inner potential forced him to calm down immediately and no longer feel emotional.

"It's really bad that I've been in trouble for eight lifetimes. How can I get into someone like you? I just praised you as a good person, but this happened in a short while." Even though I complained, Harry still sent the person back to his residence.

After leaving a large dinar, Allen cursed: "Get out! I never want to see you again."

"Damn!" Harry stood up with his middle finger, made an international gesture, his eyes were extremely contemptuous, and he drove away in the vehicle.

When I got home, I was spread out on the bed, recalling what had happened before.

Because of the confusion of thoughts and the frustration, the lights never turned on.

Although my life in the past was mediocre, at least I had no worries about my life.

And now, it’s just because of this damn dream journey that has made my situation a mess.

Consciousness implantation is destroyed, but the instrument is destroyed.

I am not like myself, and I am inexplicably chased and I don’t even know who the opponent looks like.

Call the police? surrender? Escape?

Bang!

Just as he was confused, he heard the sound of the lock core twisting, Alan woke up alertly.

The visitor tiptoed, but did not rush on the light after entering the house.

Who is this person? Will the killer chase him?

"Allen~Dear, are you at home?"

The voice was familiar, and it turned out to be his wife Sharon, and Allen was a little relaxed.

If I were to get up to greet me in normal times, but today...

Just as he was about to relax his vigilance, a stream of thought jumped into his mind, Allenton felt something was wrong and suppressed his response.

"Allen~Allen?"

The wife called softly, even walking very carefully, as if she was afraid of disturbing herself.

If I were to be normal, I wouldn't care about such details at all, but after the failure of consciousness implantation, I didn't know how to do it, and even my hearing became keen.

Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, Allen could not hide. After thinking about the plan, he had to respond: "Dear, are you back? He fell asleep in a daze just now."

Bang! The lights were bright, and Sharon leaned against the door frame and smiled slightly at himself: "Oh~ Dear, what's wrong? Didn't go to work today?"

"Yes, I went to the hospital and had a checkup." Allen pretended to be calm, almost frightened by his calmness.

If you usually tell such serious lies, Sharon will definitely see through it, but today my wife believes it.

"Dear, what do you say?" Sharon smiled as usual.

"It's okay, I've prescribed some medicine."

"I've had a nightmare again? Look at you're sweating, why don't you go to wash?"

The considerate words made me dazed. I heard the actions I had just entered the door wrongly. I began to suspicious of my wife who was sleeping with her bed, so that Allen wondered if something was wrong in her head.

"Okay, go now." Take off your clothes and Alan walked towards the bathroom.

The hot water washed over the skin, extremely comfortable, and after calming down, Allen fell into deep thought.

In order to make myself more focused, the fully automatic bathing machine has not been turned on and applied bath fluid with bare hands.

For a long time, I would turn off the shower head when applying shower gel to save water, but this seemingly frugal act made me hear things I shouldn't have heard.
Chapter completed!