Chapter 182 You deserve to die!

For a moment, Song Ruyu was slightly stunned.

Sister Song?

Does this clown know me? Otherwise, how could he call me Sister Song?

In recent years, it seems that only that little guy has called him this. Others, even at the age of younger brothers, would respectfully call him Secretary Song or Director, and would not be so close.

Not everyone can get close to the only daughter of the Song family.

She was a little stunned. The clown on the side gently pushed her arm: "Sister Song, they won't give you time to think."

While speaking, Song Ruyu quickly came to her senses.

yes.

The death row prisoner had just put aside his bold words and wanted to kill the clown. Although she is safe for the time being, how could she watch the clown be killed by the death row prisoner?

I still remember that the clown just said to him: Follow him and fight out together?

How to do it?

Song Ruyu looked at the clown curiously. Through the mask, she stared at the clown's eyes.

These eyes are really familiar. They look very much like the little brother's eyes.

"What are you going to do?" Song Ruyu glanced at the fierce kidnapper opposite.

They each had a gun. The clown even gave the gun that he had just snatched from the death row inmate to the pianist.

Go out together?

It's not easy.

"Don't turn off the lights."

Pick.

Suddenly, the studio suddenly fell into endless darkness. The studio was originally closed, and it was on the second floor of the underground. Now that the lights were gone, it was impossible to see the five fingers and the sight was completely invisible.

The moment the light went out, Song Ruyu was held by a wide big hand and quickly arrived in a small space in the dark.

"Sister Song, don't be impatient." The clown's low voice sounded in his ears. "Please feel wronged here for a few minutes. I'll deal with them soon."

"Are you alone?" Song Ruyu also lowered her voice. Not far away, the bandits cursed and noisy sounded.

Obviously looking for lighting.

"I remember Sister Song said that the death row inmate must not be let go?" The clown said squinted. In the darkness, his eyes were extremely bright. "I will let him stay."

After saying this, the clown slowly stood up and rushed towards the kidnappers in the dark.

He had a dagger in his hand, a dagger that looked like no distinctive but had broken hair. It was about twenty centimeters long, which was only the length of his palm. But in his hand, it was like a spiritual snake, extremely flexible and sharp.

Puchi!

A bandit's neck was cut and blood splattered out instantly.

At the same time, a flashlight shone. He happened to see the clown's hideous mask and the bloody dagger.

"Switch off the flashlight!"

The pianist shouted angrily.

He felt a little scared in his heart, and he knew very clearly that this clown started to use his blood to water his magic!

The death row prisoner was supported by several gangsters and walked towards the door of the studio. The power supply had been cut off, and they had to leave first to find a way out. Otherwise, no one could escape if they were caught in the jar.

However, just as the front gangsters were about to touch the door handle, their wrists suddenly became cold and their whole hand was cut off. The fingers that were holding the door handle tightly did not fall off.

Bang!

The door of the studio suddenly locked. But the low and hoarse voice of the clown sounded in the ears of all the bandits.

It seemed like a cat and a mouse, the clown's tone was full of jokes: "I want to leave? It's too late..."

"Kill him!" The death row prisoner was extremely frightened.

The group of bandits didn't know where the people were. There were only two flashlights, which could not illuminate the entire studio. The pianist who had despised the studio was too small, but now he felt that it was too spacious. He gave the clown too many places to hide.

As time goes by, bandits are constantly being killed. The bloody smell in the studio becomes more and more intense. A kick anywhere seems to be stepping on the sticky blood stains, making the scalp numb.

Even Song Ruyu, who was hiding in the corner, couldn't help but cover her nose.

But I was extremely shocked inside.

Who is this clown? Why is he so powerful? He can come and go freely in a space where he can't see his fingers. He can kill whoever he wants?

How did he do it?

Could it be that he really has night vision?

The noise was getting louder and louder and sharper. But Song Ruyu could hear it, and there were fewer and fewer bandits who could make sounds. There were less than two digits left...

In other words, in just less than five minutes, the clown had killed at least fifteen people.

The average frequency of three people per minute is killing people!

Terrible guy! Creepy guy!

Even Song Ruyu thought so, how would pianists and others think of the clown?

"Do you have to kill them all?" The pianist's mentality was a little unbalanced.

The death row prisoner kept urging him to find the clown. But in such a dark space, he didn't dare to turn on the lights. How could he find a clown hidden in the dark?

He was upset and was constantly pressured by the clown. His mental state was on the verge of collapse.

"I told you."

In the darkness, the clown's voice sounded again.

"Those who offend me China - kill without mercy!"

Puchi!

Another bandit was shot dead.

Fierce gunfire sounded and swept towards the screams. Sparks flashed, but where could they beat the clown?

Finally — the studio quieted down.

Only the heavy breathing of the death row prisoner and sweating profusely, their eyes carefully scanned the pianist around them.

He could only see about one meter of distance at a glance. This was his limit. But the clown seemed to regard such a dark studio as daylight. Come and go freely!

"It's your turn."

The clown's voice sounded again, but it was a hair-wrenching cold.

His ruthless methods and his thunderous actions all reveal his identity as a terrifying powerful man.

Not to mention these two guys, even the top strong men in the mercenary world may not be able to compete with this clown.

He - is he really that night demon?

At this moment, the pianist affirmed my guess.

Yes. He is the Night Demon. A terrifying guy who scares the entire mercenary world!

A pervert who is destined to be written into history!

When the cold dagger pierces the pianist's fragile throat, the farce finally comes to an end.

The pianist grabbed the clown's piercing arm tightly and opened his mouth wide, but could not inhale the air.

"you--"

Puchi!

The clown pulled out his dagger and said coldly: "Damn it!"
Chapter completed!