A bloodline slid down between his lips. His body was already stained with dust as it rolled. The bullet pierced his clothes and blood dripped down the ground.

His hair, which was originally neatly combed, was spreading and bleeding from the wounds rubbed from the bullets on his face, and he could no longer return to his previous appearance of being well-dressed.

Uekawa Shin stood in front of him, dark shadows shrouded in his left eye, and the night vision device in his left eye fell to the ground, unable to see the other person's expression clearly.

"Hahahahaha!"

He suddenly laughed, his laughter was hoarse, with a growing morbidity.

"If I guess correctly, you've killed someone..."

He seemed to feel the pain of his arm being removed and the gunshot wound on his body. Even if he landed in a embarrassed manner, the joke and arrogance remained completely unabashed.

"A high school student who has killed someone...haha, it's really interesting..."

Kurakawa didn't want to talk nonsense to this guy anymore. After removing his hands, he took off his legs, causing the guy to completely lose his ability to move.

"I'm curious if your little girlfriend knows that you have killed someone. If she knows, she will definitely be very interested..."

Before the gray goose could finish his words, the black muzzle was stuffed into his mouth. The cold muzzle hit his throat, and a smell of gunpowder spread to his lungs along the trachea.

In the darkness, two red lights seemed to appear in the eyes of the person in front of him.

In an instant, Shangchuan suddenly laughed.

He bent down, his dark eyes looked at him, his distance was so close that he was covered with coldness.

His pistol was pressed into the other party's mouth, and he just needed to pull the trigger gently, and the other party would immediately lose his voice.

"To be honest, I didn't plan to kill you at first, but I'm not without temper when you provoke me again and again."

"I don't have a torment, but I don't want you to die so easily..."

The gray goose's pupils shrank, and she obviously guessed what Shangchuan Shun was going to do.

The other party's methods were simply incredible. He didn't know how his arm was removed.

Although the appearance seems intact, the joints of the bones are broken, leaving only the outer layer of flesh.

He wanted to control his hands, but it was fine if he didn't move. The more he moved, the more he felt the pain was going deeper into his bones.

He endured the huge pain and struggled to control his fingers and tried to pick up the gun on the ground, but a boot stepped on his hand and did not give him this chance at all.

Kurakawa Shun grinded him with a smile. He didn't intend to give any respect to such a disgusting guy.

He stuck the muzzle hard into his throat, then pulled his hands, dragging him towards the iron door like he was dragging garbage.

The gray goose was dragged on the ground, and his arms were even more painful because of the pull, but he didn't roar at all because of the huge pain. The blood dyed a dark red mark on the ground, and his tongue was pressed by the gun, and he couldn't make any sound at all. He tried hard to spit out the gun in his mouth, but the gun was stuck tightly in his throat, and the air he sucked in was filled with a smell of gunpowder.

That's the smell of death.

Before this, he never thought that he would fall to this point.

A high school student actually made him wrong!

He wanted to laugh, but he could only make some unidentified whimpers, which sounded like he was begging for mercy.

He simply stopped smiling and quietly felt the feeling of being dragged away like a dead dog.

There were only footsteps and dragging sounds in the tunnel of darkness. The gray goose seemed to have forgotten his miserable situation and looked at the darkness and came out of God.

When did things develop to this point?

Yes, his parents just passed away when he was eight years old. He couldn't sleep at night and wandered around the manor. Occasionally, he heard his uncle say on the phone that he could deal with it cleanly and not let people find out that something happened to his parents was his hands and feet.

He smiled and talked to people about how to take over the consortium, how to deal with the funeral, and how to slaughter himself...

The seeds of hatred began to be planted from that time. For the first time, he realized the unforgettable hatred. The hatred was like a fire that would burn him completely.

From then on, he changed, he became sinister and unpleasant.

He looked at everyone gloomy like a poisonous snake. Perhaps because he was too young, they did not take him to heart, but just regarded him as an optional flower and plant in the villa.

It's ridiculous that her sister-in-law was extremely jealous of him. Before he was born, her grandparents were still there, and she was the most favored person in the family. But after he was born, the most favored person became his grandson.

She hid very well, and it was not until after her parents passed away that all this appeared. The younger sister-in-law enjoyed beating and scolding him, and the servant in the villa turned a blind eye, and his nominal guardian ignored him.

His personality became more gloomy and began to twist. He gradually fell in love with the feeling of blood flowing out. The white and tender little rabbit was alive in the last second, but the next second it was interrupted in his hand.

The blood dyed his hands red, and the gloom that enveloped him seemed to dissipate.

He learned to disguise, hide all his hatred in his heart, and shape himself into a completely harmless person. Then one night, a fire burned all the people clean.

He watched them struggling in the flames quietly, they roared, roared, and despaired, and finally were swallowed up little by little by little by little by little.

Listening to their howling, he smiled, and he felt boring as he smiled.

He walked alone on the winding road in the mountains, without anything, and was wearing only a thin dress. The mountain wind blew his hair burned by the flames, and he felt nothing, just walked in hunch, not even knowing what to do.

A man suddenly appeared in front of him, and he looked at himself, with nothing in his eyes, as if he was evaluating a product.

He clearly remembered what he said at that time, and he said:

"It's so miserable to have such an 18th birthday."

He didn't respond at that time, just remained silent.

"I'll introduce myself. My name is Bit. This is a wine name and my code name."

Only then did he finally look up at him.

There was a person like this in his father's diary who was very secretive about the organization coded with the name of wine.

"I once owe your father a favor. How can you repay me to you if you want me?"

"Take me away." He remembered that he said at the time.

From that day on, life entered a fork in the road, and he entered the organization and became an ordinary peripheral member inside.

Because of his ruthlessness and madness, he climbed up very quickly. He didn't know what he was going to do. Until he killed the last enemy, he completely lost the reason to survive.

Bit found him again, as if he had been observing him, but he seemed to be just looking at an outsider who had little to do with him.

"I think you can't find the meaning of living. You are only 20 years old and have only been halfway through your life. Why are you like a walking corpse?"

His eyes were empty and his voice did not fluctuate at all, "Why should you live?"

He seemed to be asking himself, or he seemed to be asking the other person.

"Of course you have to live. There are so many interesting things in the world that you will never see again if you die."

"I don't think anything is interesting..."

"Some people like power, some people like money, some people are extravagant, some people long for love... Whether it is good or bad, you have to give yourself a reason to live..."

After more than twenty years of life, he was not afraid when he was about to die.

The meaning of living has disappeared, and from the moment he became the loser, his life was destined to reach the end.

He thought this day would take a long time, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly.

All kinds of faces passed by him, including those who had killed, those who hated, and those who loved him. There were so many of these faces that he could not remember what his parents he loved looked like, and only those who had been killed before his death were engraved with despair.
Chapter completed!