Chapter 1037 (2)

A gunshot.

Mossen shrank his neck first: "Fuck, it's so noisy...!"

The neighbor was stunned and his mind was in a mess. After two seconds, he trembled and touched his face. He didn't feel any blood, but the burning sensation of the bullet grazing his skin was still on his face. He curled his fingers in disbelief and subconsciously looked back to find the bullet hole on the wall.

"Hey--!"

Mossen, who was hunched over and looked wretched, raised his gun again and threatened, "Don't even think about moving a centimeter, do you hear me?"

The scene suddenly cut, and the neighbor's eyes and mouth were covered with thick wide tape, his arms and wrists and ankles were also tightly bound, and there was a hemp rope tied to the backrest seat.

Mossen looked left and right on the balcony, and soon turned back and muttered in annoyance:

"This woman really moved me..."

He closed the balcony door, tightened the door curtain, and reached out to "swish" to tear off the tape that sealed the neighbor's mouth.

"I, didn't I tell you, she just moved away--"

The man gasped for air and spoke in a panic.

Mossen ignored him, took out a pistol from his coat pocket, and kicked his neighbor's calf in circles.

"Where did she move to?"

"...I said I don't know!" The gun body hit the neighbor's face with a "pop" sound. He was kicked to the side, half of his face was covered with blood, silently telling the audience what kind of atrocities he had suffered in a place they couldn't see.

Mossen walked back to his neighbor with a gloomy expression.

"You know?" He raised the pistol and pointed it at him.

One second, two seconds, Mossen didn't hear a reply, and a small ball of fire burst out from the muzzle.

"Uh!"

The neighbor shuddered violently, and the bright red blood flew out, and a round blood hole appeared on the cheek near his lips.

"Ah...Ah..."

He gasped with great difficulty, but could only make a leaking sound like a broken bellows. It seemed as if his tongue and teeth were broken into a ball in his mouth, and his words were unclear.

"Why am I... I don't know how to get around..."

Bang!

The neighbor's head suddenly fell back, and a large patch of blood splashed on the wall behind him.

After being shot in the head by Mossen, his body still followed inertia, shaking slightly back and forth, and soon he collapsed straight on the backrest chair like a broken tumbler, without any sound.

As night turned to dawn, the police car roared and stopped in front of the townhouse. The police who got off the car heard the milkman talking about abnormal situations such as "the milk storage box is full, and this family has not taken the fresh milk they ordered for several days", and Damon and the other four outside the screen were silent for a long time.

Including the neighbors, how many innocent people has Mossen killed?

"That guy, Mossen, he is completely hopeless!"

Cao Hao's wailing suddenly sounded in their ears, and everyone felt sympathetic.

Roberto still had a small half of the drink in his hand, but it had been completely forgotten by the holder and had not been reduced for a long time.

A little nauseous.

Roberto's face showed discomfort. He had played many violent games, and bloody headshots were common, even if the person killed was an ordinary person - what about ordinary people? In the game, they are all NPCs, and the purpose of making them is to allow players to kill them freely. If they die, they die, and there is no need to talk about morality.

But, but now this is... reality.

If I remember correctly, is it true that Longzhou strictly prohibits guns and ammunition?

This means that ordinary residents may never really see a pistol in their lives...

Being killed casually by completely unexpected people, using completely unexpected weapons.

Just because of meddling in other people's business?

...However, even if the neighbor can barely be given the title of "excusable", what about the female white-collar worker? Just because she said a little more that Mossen was dangerous?

Taking a step back, what did the employee and his wife who were being investigated by the police do wrong?

The more Roberto thought about it, the colder his back felt.

Please, anyone, come and stop Mossen.

He prayed from the bottom of his heart, which was very rare.