"What?!"

Uncle Ten's brain almost crashed on the spot. The Ghost King Killer I saw in the newspaper just now actually killed him at home.

This is almost like a fantasy, and it is unbelievable.

But when a terrifying figure appeared in front of him, he could no longer believe it.

"Dad, dad, this is Uncle Ghost King. He gave me these two fun clay figures. Uncle Ghost King is so powerful, better than Aunt Fu, Uncle Ada and others." The son raised his head and said to his father, "He can make toys and play with him." He must be the bodyguard uncle who was newly invited by his father.

The child’s idea is very naive, but if Uncle Ten also thinks so, it’s better to go back to the womb and recast it.

"Your Excellency... may I ask you..." Uncle Ten opened his mouth and was about to ask about the identity of the Ghost King Mask.

But the other party stretched out a finger and shook it left and right, then bent down and whispered to Uncle Ten's son: "Zhizai, I'll talk to your dad about something. You can go upstairs and play by yourself first. Uncle will make you a Godzilla later."

"Okay, okay," Uncle Ten's son clapped his hands and cheered. The story of the Ghost King told him was very attractive. Godzilla is a very powerful monster. He always wanted to know what such a monster looked like. "Dad, I'll go upstairs first? And Uncle Ghost King, you must remember to promise me?"

The Ghost King Mask raised his right hand, stretched out three fingers, circled his thumb and index finger into an O shape, and made an OK gesture.

After his son went upstairs, Uncle Ten immediately took his eyes off his son's small back, turned to the face of the Ghost King's Mask, and asked: "Who is yours? What's the point?"

Before the Ghost King mask could answer, a sound of footsteps came, but the vehicle was parked and returned to the subordinate of the tenth uncle in the living room.

As soon as his subordinate saw the scene in front of him, he immediately realized that something was wrong. He immediately touched his right hand to his waist and took out the pistol from the leather bag.

Who knows-

A Bereta 92f pistol suddenly appeared out of thin air in the Ghost King's palm wearing black gloves. With the trigger, the white fire at the muzzle flashed away.

"Bang!"

A 9mm pistol bullet left the muzzle, wiped Uncle Ten's shoulder and flew over, and penetrated into the forehead of his subordinate who was trying to pull the gun behind him.

"puff!"

Blood splashed, and some even splashed on Uncle Ten's face, which was numb and itchy and a little warm.

Without even a word of a word, his subordinate fell down and fell at Uncle Ten's feet.

Uncle Ten immediately took a few steps back like an electric shock, away from his subordinates' bodies, his upper and lower teeth could not help but tremble. A urge to urinate along his lower abdomen and reach his brain, causing him to involuntarily clamp his treasure, and no longer had any doubts about the identity of the Ghost King Killer in his heart.

The one standing in front of you is definitely the murderer mentioned in the newspaper that caused thirteen deaths and eight injuries.

The ghost king blew the mask with the remaining warm muzzle. The eyes in the hole stared at Uncle Ten's face and said slowly: "If I don't want to kill people, it doesn't mean I won't kill people. Don't do anything that makes me violate my principles."

"You don't want to kill people? It's just a big deal. You've done thirteen people at once and injured eight people. Just now, you've burst your head for my subordinates without hesitation. This is just like what a man often tells women. I just rubbed my mouth and never went in. It's just as ridiculous and without any credibility." Uncle Ten thought to himself,

He simply doesn't believe that a killer who kills people will not want to kill people. Will the butcher who slaughter hundreds of fat pigs every year not want to kill pigs?

"What do you want?" Uncle Ten forced himself to calm down and looked at the Ghost King's mask with calmness.

The Ghost King Mask walked to the sofa and sat down. He waved his gun twice, signaling Uncle Ten to sit opposite him.

The latter did not dare to disobey and sat down timidly.

"I like to speak quickly, and I don't like to go around circles when speaking," the Ghost King's mask poked the muzzle on the surface of the glass coffee table and drew a circle regularly, making a slight sound of "cry!cry!". The eyeballs in his holes stared at Uncle Ten's eyes: "I want to get rid of He Changqing, I want to find out some news from you."

"What do you want to know?!" Uncle Ten's brows frowned. Although the killer claimed that his target was not him, he might really leave a way out for himself, because the killer killed people for money and would not easily kill irrelevant people, but the betrayal boss was found to be a dead end, just a different way of death, just like the death penalty was executed immediately, which was the difference between a reimbursement of death.

"I want to know He Changqing's whereabouts and tell me his schedule for tomorrow." The Ghost King said, as he said himself, he was a quick-talking person, and his words were as straightforward as ever.

"Haha, you look down on me so much. How could I know the schedule of our chairman? If you want to know these, why don't you go to Uncle Jian. He is also the chairman's right-hand man, and he knows more about many things than me." Uncle Ten was a fool and inadvertently turned the blame on his old rival Uncle Jian.

"But Uncle Jian said you are the one you boss trust the most." The Ghost King Mask leaned against Uncle Ten's eyes and said, and the ugly big nose on the mask almost touched the bridge of the latter's nose.

Uncle Ten's forehead was dripping one by one, and he had not had time to defend himself.

"You are lying!"

A terrible voice rang in his ears.

Immediately, the muzzle that poked the glass surface to make circular motions, pressed against his forehead with a "dea!"

He watched his index finger pull the trigger...

"ah!"

He couldn't help but screamed, sweating profusely, and the reading glasses on his nose were thrown to the ground due to the excessive movement.

"Click!"

A crisp hammer hit the air sounded, and there were no bullets inside the gun.

Uncle Ten was gasping heavily. In the moment, his head was almost blank, and only three words were left in his head:

I'm dead...

After the disaster, he couldn't help but raise his head and turned his gaze to the initiator, wanting to know the reason for the other party's actions.

"You are very lucky, there seems to be no bullets in the magazine." The Ghost King Mask pretended to be very regretful and pulled out of the magazine. He didn't know where to find a yellow 9mm bullet. "Crack!" He pressed it into the magazine, and then put the magazine back to its position, "Crack!" and pulled the sleeve.
Chapter completed!