Chapter 610
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"Want to die, understand?"
Simon went to the table, bent down to pick up the gun from the ground, went to the other side and hit the unloaded magazine into the gun.
At this time, Anthony had knelt down, and the whole man began to tremble like chaff.
He felt like a balloon with a valve inserted. There was an air cylinder constantly pumping air into it. His head was rising and his eyesight was declining sharply.
For Simon, this is an old guy waiting to die.
"From the beginning, I was going to kill you. Do you think I was so stupid that I couldn't figure out how many pounds?" Simon seemed to state an ordinary thing, with a calm tone.
"I know you are a fighting master. Serandez can only share the same score with you at the peak. My younger generation may beat you a little in terms of physical strength, but it is estimated that you will die in your hands before you are exhausted."
"So you poisoned the knife?" Anthony's mouth was full of blood, and his speech became a little vague.
"On the knife?" Simon sneered, "are you really confused or stupid? The poisoned knife must have a medicine slot, and the dose applied to the blade is too small. Besides, whether I can hurt you is still unknown. Do you think I will take such a risk?"
He looked at Anthony, opened the chamber of mk25 and loaded the bullet of a heart.
"Anthony, you're really old. You're a good fighter, but you're not the best assassin for the new era." Simon said. "You really don't know how you're poisoned?"
"It's the oxygen bottle!" Anthony's eyes widened, as if he had guessed something.
"Yes, you are so crafty and cunning that you must be unfair to you by relying on a few ecstasy incense. I have guessed that you will hold your breath and wait for me to come down. Maybe you didn't guess at all. I am also holding my breath and working hard with you. I am more adventurous than you, because I know that the small bottle of my gas mask is not mixed air at all, but poison gas."
"As long as I am a little careless and inhale a little, those highly toxic gases will kill me. It will accelerate my heart, my pulse will lose control, and then my blood vessels can't bear the pressure to burst, and finally seven holes bleed to death."
"I know you will rob my respirator, because for you, you are too confident and almost arrogant. You had the opportunity to break the window. In that case, the indoor ecstasy gas will be diluted and eventually lose its effectiveness soon, but you think you can rob my respirator. Do you want me to taste the kind of respirator you poisoned yourself Taste. "
"Anthony, you are a top fighter, but you are not a top assassin. Assassins need strong strategy, but you don't. That's why you didn't become president in those years."
Anthony listened, but he was even more angry. He fell directly to the ground and began to twitch.
"Don't worry, you won't die now. You still have at least ten minutes." Simon looked at his watch and said, "do you know why I chose this medicine? Because although it is fatal and difficult to solve, it is toxic and won't kill you in a few seconds like cyanide. Enjoy the process slowly. This is my reward for everything I have done for you!"
"Give me... A... Shot..." Anthony curled up on the carpet like a dead dog, his lungs making an asthmatic sound, looked pitifully at Simon and begged him.
The burst of small blood vessels in the brain brings rapidly rising intracranial pressure and pain. The burst of pulmonary blood vessels makes his alveoli full of blood, which makes him feel like drowning, but his physique is very strong, which makes him die slower than ordinary people. This is a kind of living torture.
Simon has been too lazy to pay attention to this worthy old guy. According to the plan, he can leave now, otherwise James and others will come back. It is not easy to deal with the two SAS players.
He went through the living room and into the kitchen. There were windows leading to the back of the small villa. From there, he entered the woods and ran five hundred meters to the East. Lilia's car was waiting for him by a small road.
The work here was done, and he felt very relaxed. There was another news that made him happier - Eric didn't betray himself.
Now he's glad he didn't shoot Eric in the castle, or it would be a big mistake.
It's such a coincidence that KGB wants to recruit himself and Anthony wants to kill two birds with one stone. The two sides with evil intentions have no communication and communication, but their goals are the same.
Planting Eric can make him go to KGB and establish a grave digger organization. Moreover, Anthony can enjoy his success and watch himself and Eric fratricidal.
All the coincidence caused all the evidence pointing to Eric.
He was blinded by the pain in this matter and didn't carefully analyze the mistakes behind it. As a result, he was deceived and almost killed his good brother Eric.
After Simon decides to flee here, he will go to Africa and personally go to tiyo mercenary training camp in Eritrea to find Eric, apologize to him and ask for forgiveness.
The Holy Cross brotherhood can't go back. If it kills the current president, I'm afraid it will be pursued, but don't worry about him! Among the twelve disciples, who can compare with himself? One, let him die!
He opened the window and jumped into the snow.
The thick snow covered the sound of landing. After taking a few steps in the vast wind and snow, he suddenly stopped and suddenly flashed into the nearby woodpile.
"Simon!"
James's voice came from behind the tree more than 30 meters away.
"I advise you to put down your gun and surrender."
"James, do you think just two SAS players can pose a great threat to me?" Simon sneered in his heart and swept around. He could jump back into the house under the cover of the woodpile, and then find another suitable exit to leave.
Two SAS players, they can't block the whole house.
"I know it's hard to keep you, but you can choose to run away and see who this is!" James seemed to win. "Unless you don't care about your woman."
Simon's heart thumped!
Lilia!
He quickly pulled away the snow on the woodpile and looked out through the gap.
Sure enough, Lilia was grabbed by a SAS player's hair and knelt down. The player held a pistol in his hand and put it on the back of her head.
"I promise I'll treat her well after you leave!" James shouted.
Simon sat down in the snow and leaned against the woodpile.
"Fark!"
He murmured a curse.
A killer is most afraid of feeling.
However, although Lilia was a swallow of KGB, she saved herself when she needed help most. Although she had a task, Simon could feel that this woman really fell in love with herself during taking care of her injury.
Women are always impressed by the men who have consumed their most beautiful youth; Men, on the other hand, are women who will never give up their companionship when they are most depressed.
Simon won't give up Lilia at all.
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"Want to die, understand?"
Simon went to the table, bent down to pick up the gun from the ground, went to the other side and hit the unloaded magazine into the gun.
At this time, Anthony had knelt down, and the whole man began to tremble like chaff.
He felt like a balloon with a valve inserted. There was an air cylinder constantly pumping air into it. His head was rising and his eyesight was declining sharply.
For Simon, this is an old guy waiting to die.
"From the beginning, I was going to kill you. Do you think I was so stupid that I couldn't figure out how many pounds?" Simon seemed to state an ordinary thing, with a calm tone.
"I know you are a fighting master. Serandez can only share the same score with you at the peak. My younger generation may beat you a little in terms of physical strength, but it is estimated that you will die in your hands before you are exhausted."
"So you poisoned the knife?" Anthony's mouth was full of blood, and his speech became a little vague.
"On the knife?" Simon sneered, "are you really confused or stupid? The poisoned knife must have a medicine slot, and the dose applied to the blade is too small. Besides, whether I can hurt you is still unknown. Do you think I will take such a risk?"
He looked at Anthony, opened the chamber of mk25 and loaded the bullet of a heart.
"Anthony, you're really old. You're a good fighter, but you're not the best assassin for the new era." Simon said. "You really don't know how you're poisoned?"
"It's the oxygen bottle!" Anthony's eyes widened, as if he had guessed something.
"Yes, you are so crafty and cunning that you must be unfair to you by relying on a few ecstasy incense. I have guessed that you will hold your breath and wait for me to come down. Maybe you didn't guess at all. I am also holding my breath and working hard with you. I am more adventurous than you, because I know that the small bottle of my gas mask is not mixed air at all, but poison gas."
"As long as I am a little careless and inhale a little, those highly toxic gases will kill me. It will accelerate my heart, my pulse will lose control, and then my blood vessels can't bear the pressure to burst, and finally seven holes bleed to death."
"I know you will rob my respirator, because for you, you are too confident and almost arrogant. You had the opportunity to break the window. In that case, the indoor ecstasy gas will be diluted and eventually lose its effectiveness soon, but you think you can rob my respirator. Do you want me to taste the kind of respirator you poisoned yourself Taste. "
"Anthony, you are a top fighter, but you are not a top assassin. Assassins need strong strategy, but you don't. That's why you didn't become president in those years."
Anthony listened, but he was even more angry. He fell directly to the ground and began to twitch.
"Don't worry, you won't die now. You still have at least ten minutes." Simon looked at his watch and said, "do you know why I chose this medicine? Because although it is fatal and difficult to solve, it is toxic and won't kill you in a few seconds like cyanide. Enjoy the process slowly. This is my reward for everything I have done for you!"
"Give me... A... Shot..." Anthony curled up on the carpet like a dead dog, his lungs making an asthmatic sound, looked pitifully at Simon and begged him.
The burst of small blood vessels in the brain brings rapidly rising intracranial pressure and pain. The burst of pulmonary blood vessels makes his alveoli full of blood, which makes him feel like drowning, but his physique is very strong, which makes him die slower than ordinary people. This is a kind of living torture.
Simon has been too lazy to pay attention to this worthy old guy. According to the plan, he can leave now, otherwise James and others will come back. It is not easy to deal with the two SAS players.
He went through the living room and into the kitchen. There were windows leading to the back of the small villa. From there, he entered the woods and ran five hundred meters to the East. Lilia's car was waiting for him by a small road.
The work here was done, and he felt very relaxed. There was another news that made him happier - Eric didn't betray himself.
Now he's glad he didn't shoot Eric in the castle, or it would be a big mistake.
It's such a coincidence that KGB wants to recruit himself and Anthony wants to kill two birds with one stone. The two sides with evil intentions have no communication and communication, but their goals are the same.
Planting Eric can make him go to KGB and establish a grave digger organization. Moreover, Anthony can enjoy his success and watch himself and Eric fratricidal.
All the coincidence caused all the evidence pointing to Eric.
He was blinded by the pain in this matter and didn't carefully analyze the mistakes behind it. As a result, he was deceived and almost killed his good brother Eric.
After Simon decides to flee here, he will go to Africa and personally go to tiyo mercenary training camp in Eritrea to find Eric, apologize to him and ask for forgiveness.
The Holy Cross brotherhood can't go back. If it kills the current president, I'm afraid it will be pursued, but don't worry about him! Among the twelve disciples, who can compare with himself? One, let him die!
He opened the window and jumped into the snow.
The thick snow covered the sound of landing. After taking a few steps in the vast wind and snow, he suddenly stopped and suddenly flashed into the nearby woodpile.
"Simon!"
James's voice came from behind the tree more than 30 meters away.
"I advise you to put down your gun and surrender."
"James, do you think just two SAS players can pose a great threat to me?" Simon sneered in his heart and swept around. He could jump back into the house under the cover of the woodpile, and then find another suitable exit to leave.
Two SAS players, they can't block the whole house.
"I know it's hard to keep you, but you can choose to run away and see who this is!" James seemed to win. "Unless you don't care about your woman."
Simon's heart thumped!
Lilia!
He quickly pulled away the snow on the woodpile and looked out through the gap.
Sure enough, Lilia was grabbed by a SAS player's hair and knelt down. The player held a pistol in his hand and put it on the back of her head.
"I promise I'll treat her well after you leave!" James shouted.
Simon sat down in the snow and leaned against the woodpile.
"Fark!"
He murmured a curse.
A killer is most afraid of feeling.
However, although Lilia was a swallow of KGB, she saved herself when she needed help most. Although she had a task, Simon could feel that this woman really fell in love with herself during taking care of her injury.
Women are always impressed by the men who have consumed their most beautiful youth; Men, on the other hand, are women who will never give up their companionship when they are most depressed.
Simon won't give up Lilia at all.
"Want to die, understand?"Simon went to the table, bent down to pick up the gun from the ground, went to the other side and hit the unloaded magazine into the gun.At this time, Anthony had knelt down, and the whole man began to tremble like chaff.He felt like a balloon with a valve inserted. There was an air cylinder constantly pumping air into it. His head was rising and his eyesight was declining sharply.For Simon, this is an old guy waiting to die."From the beginning, I was going to kill you. Do you think I was so stupid that I couldn't figure out how many pounds?" Simon seemed to state an ordinary thing, with a calm tone."I know you are a fighting master. Serandez can only share the same score with you at the peak. My younger generation may beat you a little in terms of physical strength, but it is estimated that you will die in your hands before you are exhausted.""So you poisoned the knife?" Anthony's mouth was full of blood, and his speech became a little vague."On the knife?" Simon sneered, "are you really confused or stupid? The poisoned knife must have a medicine slot, and the dose applied to the blade is too small. Besides, whether I can hurt you is still unknown. Do you think I will take such a risk?"He looked at Anthony, opened the chamber of mk25 and loaded the bullet of a heart."Anthony, you're really old. You're a good fighter, but you're not the best assassin for the new era." Simon said. "You really don't know how you're poisoned?""It's the oxygen bottle!" Anthony's eyes widened, as if he had guessed something."Yes, you are so crafty and cunning that you must be unfair to you by relying on a few ecstasy incense. I have guessed that you will hold your breath and wait for me to come down. Maybe you didn't guess at all. I am also holding my breath and working hard with you. I am more adventurous than you, because I know that the small bottle of my gas mask is not mixed air at all, but poison gas.""As long as I am a little careless and inhale a little, those highly toxic gases will kill me. It will accelerate my heart, my pulse will lose control, and then my blood vessels can't bear the pressure to burst, and finally seven holes bleed to death.""I know you will rob my respirator, because for you, you are too confident and almost arrogant. You had the opportunity to break the window. In that case, the indoor ecstasy gas will be diluted and eventually lose its effectiveness soon, but you think you can rob my respirator. Do you want me to taste the kind of respirator you poisoned yourself Taste. ""Anthony, you are a top fighter, but you are not a top assassin. Assassins need strong strategy, but you don't. That's why you didn't become president in those years."Anthony listened, but he was even more angry. He fell directly to the ground and began to twitch."Don't worry, you won't die now. You still have at least ten minutes." Simon looked at his watch and said, "do you know why I chose this medicine? Because although it is fatal and difficult to solve, it is toxic and won't kill you in a few seconds like cyanide. Enjoy the process slowly. This is my reward for everything I have done for you!""Give me... A... Shot..." Anthony curled up on the carpet like a dead dog, his lungs making an asthmatic sound, looked pitifully at Simon and begged him.The burst of small blood vessels in the brain brings rapidly rising intracranial pressure and pain. The burst of pulmonary blood vessels makes his alveoli full of blood, which makes him feel like drowning, but his physique is very strong, which makes him die slower than ordinary people. This is a kind of living torture.Simon has been too lazy to pay attention to this worthy old guy. According to the plan, he can leave now, otherwise James and others will come back. It is not easy to deal with the two SAS players.He went through the living room and into the kitchen. There were windows leading to the back of the small villa. From there, he entered the woods and ran five hundred meters to the East. Lilia's car was waiting for him by a small road.The work here was done, and he felt very relaxed. There was another news that made him happier - Eric didn't betray himself.Now he's glad he didn't shoot Eric in the castle, or it would be a big mistake.It's such a coincidence that KGB wants to recruit himself and Anthony wants to kill two birds with one stone. The two sides with evil intentions have no communication and communication, but their goals are the same.Planting Eric can make him go to KGB and establish a grave digger organization. Moreover, Anthony can enjoy his success and watch himself and Eric fratricidal.All the coincidence caused all the evidence pointing to Eric.He was blinded by the pain in this matter and didn't carefully analyze the mistakes behind it. As a result, he was deceived and almost killed his good brother Eric.After Simon decides to flee here, he will go to Africa and personally go to tiyo mercenary training camp in Eritrea to find Eric, apologize to him and ask for forgiveness.The Holy Cross brotherhood can't go back. If it kills the current president, I'm afraid it will be pursued, but don't worry about him! Among the twelve disciples, who can compare with himself? One, let him die!He opened the window and jumped into the snow.The thick snow covered the sound of landing. After taking a few steps in the vast wind and snow, he suddenly stopped and suddenly flashed into the nearby woodpile."Simon!"James's voice came from behind the tree more than 30 meters away."I advise you to put down your gun and surrender.""James, do you think just two SAS players can pose a great threat to me?" Simon sneered in his heart and swept around. He could jump back into the house under the cover of the woodpile, and then find another suitable exit to leave.Two SAS players, they can't block the whole house."I know it's hard to keep you, but you can choose to run away and see who this is!" James seemed to win. "Unless you don't care about your woman."Simon's heart thumped!Lilia!He quickly pulled away the snow on the woodpile and looked out through the gap.Sure enough, Lilia was grabbed by a SAS player's hair and knelt down. The player held a pistol in his hand and put it on the back of her head."I promise I'll treat her well after you leave!" James shouted.Simon sat down in the snow and leaned against the woodpile."Fark!"He murmured a curse.A killer is most afraid of feeling.However, although Lilia was a swallow of KGB, she saved herself when she needed help most. Although she had a task, Simon could feel that this woman really fell in love with herself during taking care of her injury.Women are always impressed by the men who have consumed their most beautiful youth; Men, on the other hand, are women who will never give up their companionship when they are most depressed.Simon won't give up Lilia at all.
