Hong Kong film: Forever, a killer with amazing skills

It reappeared;

Ye Tianming had already moved behind another masked thug who was lying in ambush in the shadows.

Using the same method, he grabbed the other man by the back of the neck with one hand, dragged him into the depths of the thick fog, and then rotated his head 180 degrees with both hands, one up and one down!

Let go;

The corpse, its eyes wide open and its death stare unseeing, slid to the ground.

......

In the gym.

The twenty-odd thugs were gathered together in a panic, looking at the thick fog seeping in through the cracks in the doors and windows.

"Boss, have the cops broken in?"

"I can't believe it!" asked the thug in the tiger mask in a panic.

Just as the thug wearing the crying clown mask was about to speak, his satellite phone rang again.

The clown-masked thug answered the phone.

"Zhang Qingyu, release them."

Zhang Shih-hao's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Boss, it seems like something's happened here."

The clown-masked thug quickly said.

Zhang Shih-hao on the other end of the phone was silent for a second or two before asking, "What happened?"

You could tell from Zhang Shih-hao's tone that he was getting a little angry.

after all;

His plan should have been free of any unexpected events.

If anything unexpected happens, the most likely explanation is that these people made a mistake during the execution of the plan.

"I don't know if the cops have broken in, but there's thick smoke everywhere outside."

"That's what the clown-masked thug said."

"Thick smoke? Are you sure it's smoke?"

Zhang Shih-hao asked urgently on the other end of the phone.

Upon hearing this;

The clown-masked thug looked at it carefully again and said, "It looks a bit like smoke and a bit like fog, but it shouldn't be fog."

They've seen foggy weather before.

How can this be possible?

Look out the window.

It was all covered in a white expanse.

It wasn't like this just half a minute ago.

However, Zhang Shih-hao on the other end of the phone remained silent for a long time after hearing this.

"Boss? Boss, are you still there?"

The clown-masked thug quickly asked.

I thought there was something wrong with the satellite phone.

Fortunately, Zhang Shih-hao responded to the phone call shortly afterward.

"It's alright, just be careful. We can hold off on releasing the hostages for now. Bye."

After saying that, Zhang Shih-hao hung up the phone.

The clown-masked thug who put down the satellite phone frowned, feeling that something was amiss.

"Boss, what did the boss say?"

"The tiger-masked thug next to me asked."

"The boss told us to be careful and not to release the hostages for the time being."

The clown-masked thug thought for a moment, then gave up on further consideration.

I thought to myself that I was probably overthinking it.

After all, they were quite well prepared this time.

They not only deployed snipers outside to monitor the cops.

Meanwhile, they have planted a lot of bombs throughout the entire stadium!

If those cops dare to break in, they'll drag these hundreds of hostages down with them and die together!

At worst, we'll all die together.

Anyway, they were already risking their lives when they got into this line of work.

It's just a death.

Do you really think they're afraid?

Do you even know what a desperado is?

the other side;

Some of the hostages squatting on the ground were now staring wide-eyed at the white expanse outside the window.

Is it foggy outside?

Someone whispered, "I saw someone on the forum say that every time the Dark Reaper appears, it's accompanied by a thick fog covering a large area. Do you think it's the Dark Reaper coming to save us?"

This person was clearly a frequent visitor to the Final Destination forum, so he knew some information that most people wouldn't.

At this moment, several students who were squatting together nearby couldn't help but light up when they heard this.

"I've seen similar posts. If it really is the Grim Reaper of the Night, then we're definitely safe!"

"Really? Is that Dark Night Reaper really that powerful?"

A girl asked nervously in a low voice.

"That's the Grim Reaper of the Night!"

The boy who spoke first said excitedly.

It's clear that he seems to greatly admire the Grim Reaper.

"Shh! Keep your voice down, don't let those guys hear us. We need to cover for Dark Night Reaper."

The person next to me whispered.

Upon hearing this, the boy who had been too excited to speak loudly quickly covered his mouth and nodded, but he couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.

'This is... the Grim Reaper of the Night?'

Zhou Xingxing, who was hiding behind a pile of equipment, blinked in surprise at this moment, thinking of the information he had seen in the police station's archives, and couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

Although he had read the information.

But those are just words, after all.

This was the first time he had ever witnessed such a situation.

So, how did this Dark Night Reaper manage to do that?

This fog is spreading way too fast, isn't it, my lord?

It doesn't make any sense at all!

......

PS: Second update delivered!!!

Chapter 433: Stephen Chow: This is not scientific! Thank you, Brother Hao, for the 50 billion!

"Boss, are there people outside?"

The masked thugs gathered together couldn't help but start to become suspicious.

Some people even thought they saw a dark shadow flash by outside the window.

They were so frightened that they began to shrink back towards each other.

Don't scare yourself!

The clown-masked thug shouted.

He then glared menacingly toward the doorway.

"Damn it, you cops outside, listen up! If you don't want the hostages to die a horrible death, get the hell out of here!"

After saying that, he pointed and ordered two of his men to grab any hostage they could find.

Although the two thugs who were pointed at were somewhat afraid, they still obeyed and grabbed a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties or forties.

"Don't kill me! I didn't do anything!"

The man who was captured screamed loudly, only to be smashed on the head with the butt of a gun by an impatient thug.

Immediately, blood began to flow.

The guy was screaming in pain.

"Shut up! Or I'll shoot you dead!"

The thug glared fiercely and said.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man who had been screaming stopped crying out and just covered his mouth while sobbing.

"Damn it, what are you crying about, you grown man!"

The thugs, cursing and swearing, dragged him to the front.

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