A cold blow came from the dim street. Some people knelt on the ground, and they didn't dare to breathe. They were trembling all over. Even though it was very cold here, sweat as big as beans still dripped from them, and they were all scared because they met a god of killing and a terrifying god of killing.

"Who is the leader?" Yang Fan continued to speak. His word now weighed ten thousand pounds and was pressing on their hearts. He thought he had met a group of little boys, but he didn't expect to kick the iron plate and the very hard iron plate. Yang Fan, who was standing in front of the car, looked at the person kneeling on the ground, and then pointed the bare-handed man with a gun, then looked at some women curled up in the corner of the wall not far away, with a cold and terrible expression.

No one dared to speak. Yang Fan pointed a gun at this person who was arrogant just now. The latter peed immediately, and his whole body trembled violently, afraid. In the face of death, unless he was really a lunatic, the madman would not be afraid. He was just a thug, just wanted to vent his inner depression, but he was not a lunatic, nor a lunatic, so he was afraid and afraid.

"I'm wrong, sorry, I deserve to die. I'm not a human, I'm a beast." This man begged for mercy directly, without any boss's demeanor. Although he is a heir to the end of the world, the heir to the system does not represent God, so he can only beg for mercy and cry.

"Bang."

Yang Fan pulled the machine gun and the bullet fell with a bang, but it did not hit him on the head, but on his leg.

"Ah!" The guy screamed shrillly, his face full of ferociousness, lay on the ground and rolled around, his face covered with tears and snot, but there were still some tough begs for mercy to Yang Fan and cried and said, "I'm wrong. You kill me, kill me, don't torture me, don't torture me."

He knew that Yang Fan would not let him go, so he didn't ask for anything else, but wanted to die. Yang Fan walked towards him who was rolling on the ground, then stepped on his head, and said in a stern tone: "You release the pressure, no one can stop you, but you did too much. You are trying to let me let you go now, they are not trying to let you go, but what are you like, killing what should be tortured, and abuse what should be tortured, and humiliating, and regretting it now, right?"

Yang Fan's voice was very excited. When he reached the back, the submachine gun was shot out, but the seven or eight people who survived were all attacked by bullets, screaming one by one, one by one, one by one, and one by one, and Fu Gaobin and Wang Cheng in the car swallowed, while the two women covered their ears and did not dare to look at them. Wu Liang's face turned pale. He knew it thoroughly this time.

Yang Fan is an unyielding god of killing, a lawless existence, no, no, not Yang Fan is a lawless existence, this world, this world is a lawless existence, each one is a madman, a madman!

"Ah, wuwu... bypass us, bypass us."

"Please kill me, kill me, don't torture me, don't torture us."

"Give me some fun."

Eight people screamed, some people hoped that Yang Fan would let them go, and some people hoped that Yang Fan would give him a pleasure. Their common idea was to hope that they would not suffer so much anymore.

"Haha." Yang Fan smiled, and then looked at the surviving people, most of whom were women, with six or seven, bruised and confused eyes. There were also a few men, even more terrible. The blood on their bodies was greatly abused. These people were already crazy, numb, and completely disappointed with the world.

"I have finished cleaning up them for you. Let's see you next." Yang Fan let out a sigh. He couldn't bear to look at the people in the distance, feeling uncomfortable. He was not as good as them in his previous life, but he had not suffered much harm, and they were worse than himself!

It was getting late. Yang Fan walked into the car and asked Fu Gaobin to drive. These guys were lying there in front of him, but Fu Gaobin's blood also became cold and ran over directly. They were tortured again. One of them was lucky and had his head blown by the tire, and his blood and brain matter flowed all over the floor.

The car drove away slowly. In the dim street, the shadows were very long and snowy. The people were in pain and uncomfortable all over, and they screamed shrillly. However, they breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, because they didn't have to be tortured, so they were quite happy.

But... as the car drove away slowly, in the corner, a man with a layer of skin on his back stood up naked, and his wound suddenly broke a lot, and the red blood was revealed, which hurt very much, but he became numb. He walked numbly, and as he walked, he walked towards the guys rolling on the ground, and on the way, he picked up a sharp iron stick.

He walked with the iron rod, step by step, and after several minutes, he finally came to the front of the group of people. The person who was howling on the ground, and when he saw him coming, he felt a chill in his heart. Several people howled in fear, because this person was someone they had tortured for a long time. They saw the pitch-black iron rod and the sharp head, which could pierce everything and make themselves feel pain.

"ah!"

The person who leaned against him screamed again, and saw that the man pinched the iron rod in his hand and inserted it hard on his body. Although he was not strong enough, the sharp iron rod could easily break the body, skin, and blood soar around, melting the white snowflakes around him.

"Ga."

A terrifying sound was the sound of an iron rod pulling out of the body, and then the sound of entering the flesh, and a strong scream.

"Hahaha...hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" He went crazy, he laughed again, he poked the man lying on the ground with an iron stick like crazy, and then laughed, smiling, his face full of ferociousness.

The rest of the people, opened their eyes wide and looked at all in horror, and then struggled to lie down, want to leave, and want to escape, they were afraid and afraid, which was even more terrifying than Yang Fan breaking his head with a bullet. At this time, they even envied the people who were killed by Yang Fan at the beginning, because they didn't have to suffer any more.

"Give me aside, spare me aside, spare me!" Screams, crying, and pain resounded here.

The darkness gradually came...

Several women stood up tremblingly, and she also walked here and laughed. She smiled. She found a stone on the ground, walked over slowly, and walked over slowly. In their faces that were hard to see, she let out a shady laugh. She held a stone in her hand and walked to someone who wanted to crawl outside.

Then she turned her head and smashed it on her head. The latter howled and continued to roll on the ground in pain. However, everything was useless and struggled. The end of the world, fear, fear spread in her heart. She turned her head and smashed it on the bleeding leg wound. The latter rolled over in pain and struggled. He forgot how he treated her before!

Crazy!

Crazy!

Everything went crazy, and a few tortured people began to torture them in turn. Darkness came here, there was nothing, only screaming, screaming, yelling, yelling, yelling, crazy, and like a madman, began to scream and bite.

In the end, darkness really came down, these people were tortured to death, and then several figures appeared on the high building, and then fell one by one.

"Hahahahahahahaha!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
Chapter completed!