Hong Kong film: Forever, a killer with amazing skills

They may have some, but there aren't many.

They mostly want the benefits.

After all, you can lack many things in this world, but you can't lack money!

"Come out! I see you!"

Hey! I know where you are!

Gary, who was walking at the front, kept shouting in a foolish way, trying to embolden himself.

After shouting a few times and seeing that there was no response from the surrounding area, Gary secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Has that person already left?"

"Or have they already gone deeper into the villa?"

Gary thought to himself, then turned around and said, "Guys, I think that guy is probably gone already."

The moment he turned his head, his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

The other four people who should have been following him were now lying on the ground, each one decapitated. Their four heads were lined up on the ground, their eyes wide open in death, staring straight at him.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Gary screamed in terror as he scrambled backward on all fours.

He even forgot to pick up the pistol from the ground.

The next second, he bumped into something on his back.

Gary, who had stopped, subconsciously looked up.

next second!

——Crack!

—Pfft!

A pair of large hands grabbed his head and gently twisted it, causing his head to rotate 180 degrees.

When the hand was released, the head had already separated from the body.

The face that remained with its head held high and eyes wide open seemed to still retain the look of fear from the last second before death!

Ye Tianming bent down and placed the head he was holding on the ground, gently patted the top of the head, and then turned and walked into the villa.

For the next ten minutes or so, gunshots and explosions could be heard everywhere outside the villa.

Wait until about ten minutes later;

All movement disappeared.

It turned into a deathly silence!

Inside the villa;

Hundreds of Resurrection Society members were cautiously peering out the window.

But all they could see was a thick, white fog, and nothing else.

"No, I can't see anything."

Someone turned around and said.

His face looked extremely pale.

"Could it be that intelligence agencies from those countries have tracked us down?"

Some people expressed their concerns and offered their opinions.

"Impossible. With my skills, I'm confident that even the top hackers in the US couldn't find our location in such a short time!"

A young man who looked to be in his early twenties shouted loudly from the crowd.

She looked as if she had been insulted, glaring angrily at the person who had spoken.

"Alright, everyone, calm down!"

At this moment, Ghost Face, one of the three remaining leaders of the Resurrection Society, stepped forward and said, "The more difficult the times, the more we must unite. Only when we are united can we overcome those difficulties and obstacles!"

“That’s right, now is not the time for us to argue among ourselves.”

"Shhhh, see if you can still make contact with the outside world."

The other two leaders also stepped forward and spoke.

The one codenamed "Shhhhh" was the same young man who had just stood up and loudly declared that those guys from America couldn't possibly find them so quickly.

Upon hearing the leader's instructions, Greyhound turned around, picked up his computer, turned it on, and began operating it.

About one minute;

The greyhound raised its head and shook its head at the three leaders.

"No, all signals are blocked. We're completely cut off from the outside world now!"

Hearing this, the others panicked even more.

"Now what?"

"We don't even know how many enemies there are."

"Would you like to go out and take a look?"

"No! It's too dangerous outside right now, and with such thick fog, who knows where those enemies are hiding?"

"Does this villa have thermal imaging equipment?"

"I think should not be."

"No, the villa only has some basic weaponry, but I remember there was a box of RPGs in the warehouse."

"Then hurry up and get it! We desperately need RPG protection right now!"

Everyone was talking at once.

Meanwhile, the three leaders, Ghost Face and his companions, were standing together discussing their strategy.

It was at this time!

"what--"

Somewhere in the crowd, a short, painful scream rang out and then abruptly stopped.

"Who? Who's in trouble?"

"Who's calling?"

"Has the enemy invaded? Where are they?"

Everyone looked around in panic, and in the direction from which the scream had come, two people were staring at the ground behind them with terrified expressions.

"What happen to you guys?"

Someone patted them on the shoulder and asked.

The two of them screamed and jumped up, immediately hiding behind the crowd.

"what happened?"

Everyone else turned to look at the two people.

"There's...there's...there's a ghost!"

The two of them pointed in that direction with terrified expressions.

ghost?

The others stared at them in astonishment.

Some staunch materialists even frowned, revealing expressions of disgust.

However, the others quickly noticed the direction the two had been pointing in, where a distorted humanoid shadow had appeared out of nowhere on the ground.

"What is that? A shadow?"

"That can't be, could it be something evil?"

Is it a reflection?

No one believed in ghosts. Some people looked around, trying to find the source of the shadow, but found nothing.

Some people walked over and rubbed the ground with the soles of their shoes.

It turned out that it couldn't be rubbed off at all.

"what--"

Just as everyone was studying what the lump on the ground was, a short, sharp scream suddenly came from another direction.

Everyone turned to look in the direction from which the sound came.

Then they found a similar shadow on the ground there!

"how come?!"

"A ghost? Could there really be ghosts?!"

"Impossible! How could there be such a thing as ghosts in this world! It must be an illusion! It's all fake!!"

At this point, some people began to believe that ghosts were at work.

However, some people still firmly believe that ghosts or similar things cannot exist in this world.

Someone must be deliberately sabotaging this!

Someone is trying to scare them!

However;

The short, sharp screams did not stop because of their suspicions.

Almost every five seconds, someone would disappear into the crowd, leaving behind a distorted human-shaped shadow on the ground.

Gradually;

Even the staunch materialists began to change their tune, their convictions no longer as firm as they had been at the beginning.