"Yevil is likely to be a terrorizing you. You don't need to worry too much. When you go home now, Madison will never know about this." Long Zhan sat on the chair beside him, leaning forward slightly, putting his hands on his knees, trying to comfort himself, his anxious friend. Long Zhan is burly, strong muscles, and a bit calm and calm on his face. His voice is low and powerful. In this slightly panicked room, it seems to be a stabilizing needle.
"I can't go home now." Ston Butch stopped, frowned, his face full of helplessness and pain, and a tremor in his voice.
"Why?" Long Zhan raised his head slightly, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, looking at his friend.
"I can't adapt to it, I can't adapt to ordinary life. I used to stand in the supermarket. The fear was deeper than my fear in the war." Ston Butch said slowly, with a sense of confusion and helplessness in his eyes, like a traveler lost in a strange world.
"Maybe it's because you're too weak on the battlefield?" Long Zhan's mouth raised slightly, trying to relieve the depressing atmosphere with a joke, with a faint smile on his face.
"I'm a weak cock? I'm the captain." Ston Butch's eyes widened in anger and retorted loudly, his voice full of anger and reluctance, as if someone touched the most sensitive nerve.
"You were just temporary captains before, and now you have been demoted." Long Zhan said slowly, with a faint smile on his face, but a hint of joke was revealed in his eyes.
"I am a contractor. If I can be a captain, it proves that I am capable. Now that the mission is completed, isn't it normal not to be a captain?" Ston Butch quickly defended himself, waving his hands in the air, trying to regain some dignity for himself.
"You are just too poor in ability, so you can't be the captain." Long Zhan was still relentless and continued to tease.
"You fart." Ston Butch couldn't help but swear, his expression on his face became a little distorted, and his anger was about to cover up his anxiety.
"Actually, people work well in the command center." Long Zhan leaned slightly on the back of the chair, his tone becoming soothing, as if he was thinking about this issue seriously.
"You are quite right. Working hours are more stable and salary is higher. There are not so many people rushing at you with guns, let alone adding blood to the battlefield." Ston Butch took a deep breath and said slowly, the expression on his face gradually calmed down. It seemed that at this moment, he really began to think about another possibility of life.
After the two of them made small-mouthed fucks with each other, the depression caused by Ston Butch's girlfriend's phone could not be reached was gradually dispelled.
At this moment, Ston Butch's phone suddenly rang. The crisp ringtone seemed particularly abrupt in this quiet room, like a lightning flashing through the night sky. Ston Butch thought it was called by his wife, and his eyes lit up instantly, with a look of surprise on his face. He immediately took out his phone, looked at the screen, and connected it immediately without hesitation.
"God, you finally called." Ston Butch's voice was filled with excitement and joy. The tone seemed to have been lost in the desert and finally found the source of water.
"Mac, I didn't charge my phone for one night. You're about to blow up my phone. I received more than forty missed calls." Madison teased on the other end of the phone, his voice crisp and cheerful, with a hint of anger, as if he was completely unaware of the coming danger.
"Stop talking, listen to me first, you have to leave home quickly, the faster the better." Ston Butch's face suddenly became solemn, and his voice became extremely serious, as if he was giving a life-and-death order.
"You, what do you mean?" Madison seemed to realize something, his voice suddenly became low, and he asked with a dark face and a serious feeling of uneasiness surged in his heart.
"Sorry, I lied to you, that's it. I'm back to work now and go back to the military to take on a mission. I'm very sorry, but you have to leave there quickly." Ston Butch finished speaking in one breath, his tone full of guilt and anxiety. His hands were tightly holding his phone, and his knuckles turned white due to force.
"Where can I go, what does it mean?" Madison's voice was already filled with panic. Her eyes were wandering in the room, trying to find some sense of security.
"Dada." At this moment, a clear knock came from outside the door. The sound was crisp and rhythmic, but it seemed particularly terrifying in this quiet room, as if it was the footsteps of the god of death.
"Wait first, someone will knock on the door." Madison said as he walked towards the hall, his steps were a little flustered, and every step he took felt his heart beating constantly.
"Wait, McGrady, don't open the door, listen to me..." Ston Butch realized that something was wrong, his voice suddenly increased and shouted loudly, his heart full of fear and worry, as if he had seen the danger approaching step by step.
"The other party is trying to get in." Madison's nerves suddenly tense up when he saw the door handle being twisted. Her breathing became rapid and heavy, interrupting Ston Butch's words.
"Go to the bedroom, go to the bedroom right away." Ston Butch quickly reminded his girlfriend, with a hint of despair and helplessness in his voice. He paced back and forth in the safe house, wishing to fly to Madison to protect her immediately.
Madison saw that the lock of the door was being pried. Such ordinary locks prevented gentlemen from defending against villains. The other party would soon open the door and walk in. She quickly followed Ston Butch's words, turned around and ran towards the stairs, her steps were panicked and rapid, and each step seemed to be stepping on her heartbeat. Her mind was blank, and she had only one thought, that was to hide quickly and stay away from the upcoming danger.
In this tense atmosphere, time seemed to be infinitely stretched, and every second became extremely tormented. Ston Butch was anxious in the safe room, constantly walking around the room, staring at his phone tightly, as if this could transmit power through radio waves and protect Madison. Madison was curled up in the corner in the bedroom, covering his mouth with his hands tightly, trying not to make a sound. Her eyes were wide open, full of fear and despair, and quietly waiting for the unknown fate to come. The whole world seemed to be in a dead silence, only the sound of being picked was constantly echoing in the darkness, knocking on people's fragile nerves.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Eville was still immersed in her so-called great goal on the luxury plane, with a craziness flashing in her eyes, and she had no guilt or anxiety about the coming blood and killing. The scar-faced woman sat aside, revealing a trace of struggle and helplessness in her eyes. She looked at Eville, feeling mixed in her heart, not knowing whether what she was insisting on was right or wrong.
In the safe house, Long Zhan looked at Ston Butch's anxious look and frowned. He stood up, walked to the window, opened a corner of the curtain, looked out, trying to find some abnormal signs. However, the street outside was silent, as if nothing had happened, only the occasional vehicles that drove by broke the brief calm.
At Madison's home, the sound of lock-picking continued, and each sound was like a sharp blade, piercing Madison's heart. Her body was trembling slightly, and tears were circling in her eyes. She couldn't imagine what would happen if those people broke into the room. Ston Butch kept comforting her on the other end of the phone, telling her to be strong and he would find a way to save her. However, these words of comfort seemed so pale and powerless in the face of this cruel reality.
Finally, with a crisp "click", the door lock was opened. Madison's heart sank suddenly, she closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the judgment of fate. Ston Butch was in the safe room and heard the sound from the other end of the phone, and his heart ached. His fists were clenched tightly, his nails were deeply embedded in his palms, and blood flowed down his fingertips, but he was unaware of it.
Ten minutes of life and death
The old apartment building stood silently in the night, and the dim street lights sprinkled a halo without any force, adding a little bit of loneliness to the dim scene. A cold wind blew, and the lid of the trash can be banged by the street, alarming a few wild cats foraging in the dark. They made shrill screams and quickly disappeared deep in the alley.
In this slightly gloomy atmosphere, a black car slowly stopped in front of the apartment building. The door opened and a tall man walked down. He was wearing a black windbreaker and a black wide-brimmed hat. The brim was pressed down very low, almost covering most of his face. He was holding a silencer in his hand. The black muzzle seemed to come from the entrance of hell, exuding a deadly aura. He was the killer, a ghost walking in the dark world, every step was calm and cold, and the murderous aura revealed in his eyes seemed to freeze the air around him.
At this time, in the apartment building, Madison was sitting on the sofa in the living room, flirting with magazines boredly. She was a young and beautiful girl with long golden hair casually draped over her shoulders, and her blue eyes were like deep lake water, exuding agility and innocence. The arrangement of the room was warm and comfortable, with pink sofas, light blue curtains, and the walls were full of photos of her and her boyfriend Ston Butch. Each photo recorded their happy moments.
Suddenly, a burst of rapid and heavy footsteps broke the tranquility. Madison subconsciously raised his head, and a sense of inexplicable uneasiness surged in his heart. Before she could react, the door was violently kicked open with a "bang", and the killer appeared at the door like a ghost. Madison's eyes instantly widened, and the blood on his face instantly faded, turning pale as paper. She looked at the uninvited guest in front of her in horror, and the magazine in her hand slid down and fell to the ground.
"You...Who are you?" Madison's voice trembled, with endless fear.
The killer did not answer, but just approached her step by step, and the silence pistol in her hand was always aimed at her. Madison felt his heartbeat accelerate sharply, as if he was about to jump out of his throat, and his legs began to become soft uncontrollably. At this moment of life and death, there was only one thought in her mind: escape!
She turned around and rushed to the second floor bedroom regardless of everything. She staggered and almost fell down several times. She could hear her rapid breathing and pounding heartbeat, and could also feel the killer's footsteps following closely behind. After rushing into the bedroom, she quickly closed the door, locked her back, leaning against the door, and gasping for breath.
At this moment, she remembered that she was still holding the phone in her hand. In the phone, Ston Butch's voice came anxiously: "Madison, how are you? What's going on?"
Madison said in a crying voice: "I'm now in the bedroom, what should I do next?"
"Open the wardrobe and hide inside." Ston Butch's voice was also nervous, but he tried to remain calm. He was at the other end of the city at this moment, anxious, but he could not reach his girlfriend immediately, so he could only guide her to survive by phone.
"What is this? Who is the other party? Why did he break in?" Madison's tears burst out from his eyes and asked anxiously on the phone. Her brain was in chaos and she could not understand why such a horrible thing would come to her.
"Don't ask for it now, open the closet and enter it." Ston Butch was almost yelling. He knew that time was tight, and every second was related to Madison's life and death.
Madison knew that this was not the time to ask questions, and saving his life was the most important thing. She walked to the closet tremblingly and reached out to open the door of the closet. The closet was spacious and messy, full of all kinds of clothes.
"And what? Then what?" Madison asked again, his voice full of helplessness.
"There is a fake partition in the wardrobe. Slide the partition and pull it away to the right." Ston Butch said on the other end of the phone.
Madison followed his instructions and tried hard to slide the partition. When she saw what was inside, her eyes widened and her face was filled with shock and confusion. She saw that the wardrobe was filled with various weapons, from left to right. Not only were there pistols, but also several rifles. In the dim light, these weapons exuded a cold metallic luster, which made people shudder.
"My Fark, what the hell is this?" Madison said in disbelief.
"Did you see the weapon?" Ston Butch asked.
"See it." Madison replied.
"Pick up the gun on the left wall. It was an automatic pistol. Below it is the magazine. Clutch the magazine into the base of the gun. When you hear the click, you are installed. Bring the small pick on the top to open the safety, grab the front of the gun, and slide it back hard..." Ston Butch taught in detail step by step on the phone, and did not dare to miss every step.
Madison began to operate in a hurry, her hands trembling so hard that she could hardly hold the gun.
Chapter completed!