But the development of the situation caught them by surprise. Mawson reacted very quickly, crawled forward using his hands and feet, hit his knees on the tiles and made several rapid "thumbs", then grabbed the kitchen knife again and turned around without hesitation.

Pounced on the patrolman again.

The latter had just fallen down with Mo Sen. In the few seconds before he could get up from the ground, Mo Sen straddled his legs and rode up. A kitchen knife approached in front of him. The blade was so bright that it could reflect people.

Face.

Hoarse sounds were squeezed out from between the teeth of the two people one after another, and the kitchen knife was swung and shaken above the patrolman's chest. The close-up shots gave people the illusion of being cut on the face several times, which made the atmosphere extremely tense. Either you die or you die.

I die.

Wearing a dark uniform and light gray pajamas, dark skin, pale face, and light brown hair, Mawson looked like a child messing around with adults on the patrol policeman who was taller and stronger than him. He was thin and thin, but there was no

Any audience dared to think that he was not threatening. Colton and others were so frightened by Mawson's desire to kill the patrolman that he would rather die than to kill the patrolman, and their bone-gnawing fear continued to rise.

"Uh-huh, ah-ah--"

Mawson screamed ferociously, like a beast that only wanted to survive. There was no so-called humanity and reason in its mind. It only wanted to fight to the death. Only when the enemy dies can he be safe and completely victorious.

"Guh...!"

The patrolman resisted vigorously, and blood was already seeping out of the fabric on his chest.

He held Mawson's wrist with both hands, but he couldn't stop the murderer with a ferocious expression from gritting his teeth and piercing the tip of the knife through layers of clothes and into his flesh.

Damon's chest felt cold and he curled up his upper body unconsciously.

Compared with Mawson's thin single-shirt pajamas, the patrolman's uniform has many pieces inside and outside, and you can feel the thickness just by looking at it. In this case, you can even insert a kitchen knife into it, Mawson

His murderous intention is evident.

"Uh-gu, gu, uh..."

The patrolman's heels scraped hard on the floor tiles, but still failed to use the force. His kicking movements gradually became scattered and became a wasted struggle.

The swinging kitchen knife struck the bloody hole and stabbed it again, adding to the injury.

"Ahhhhhhhh——"

Mawson roared like crazy, and his unique muted and sweet tone was so crazy and weird that it made people shudder.

The camera zoomed away, and one could see that his lower body was lifted up, and his feet were even lifted off the ground. He was in an almost upside-down position, with all his weight and center of gravity resting on his upper body and the kitchen knife in his hand. He had no skills at all and was just following instinct.

He used a knife to fight hard, used all his strength to fight, and used his little weight to apply crazy force, insisting on stabbing the patrolman to death.

There is no face in the picture, only the patrolman's legs spread out and Mawson's buttocks, which are twisting intermittently with the movement as he presses down desperately, legs that straighten and curl up from time to time, and bare feet that are swinging.
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It's ugly, but scary to watch.

"Ah uh——"

Push harder, push harder.

Finally, Mawson squeezed out a low growl from his throat and got up from the patrolman.

The kitchen knife was deeply embedded in the police uniform, and the remaining blade was covered in blood. The brown-black handle swayed slightly due to the ups and downs of the patrolman's chest.

Puff, puff, puff...

The patrolman stared. Mawson's knife had pierced his lungs. He was like a leaky water pipe. Blood spurted out from his mouth in small spurts. After a few blows, the blood stopped spurting out and he was completely motionless.

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