I have a room at Meiman Mental Hospital

out the door!

Through the thermal imaging camera he wore, the middle-aged man could clearly see the location of everyone in the room. .

A big wave of his hand.

"Puff puff!"

Under the volley of six rifles, sawdust flew everywhere, and the four people tied up in the room were killed instantly before they could react.

Until all the bullets are used up and the magazine is replaced.

The middle-aged man kicked open the dilapidated wooden door.

"Oh! They all hit the target!" The middle-aged man whistled and said with satisfaction.

Du Wensen looked at the three blood holes on his body and said to Hannibal: "In three seconds, my body will twitch and I will not control the reaction due to severe pain. Between 30 and 60 seconds, I will die completely." .”

"Then you should lie down, it might be more comfortable that way! It's a pity that our last game hasn't been finished yet." Hannibal said helplessly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Wensen fell straight back.

The middle-aged man walked up to Hannibal, put a gun to his head and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Hannibal, this is an order from above, don't blame me!"

After saying that, he pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Six gunshots were fired in succession. Before the middle-aged man and the five soldiers he brought could react, their heads exploded and they died.

Du Wensen struggled to get up from the ground and said seriously to Hannibal: "I still have about fifteen seconds."

"Not bad, enough for us to end this game!"

After saying that, Hannibal picked up the two capsules and slowly walked towards Du Wensen. As he moved, a large amount of blood flowed to the ground along his thighs.

The two capsules were almost covered with blood, but Du Wensen did not reach out for them immediately.

"You still have ten seconds!" Hannibal reminded.

"I just think," Du Wensen picked up one and said regretfully, "It seems that even if we eat it, we won't know who wins and who loses!"

Hannibal looked at Du Vincent in confusion.

"This is really bad!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hannibal threw himself into Du Wensen's arms with a disappointed look.

"It's really no matter who wins or loses!"

Du Wensen, died.

"Tip: The host has died, the rebirth system is activated, resurrection begins, and time returns to 24 hours ago."

Name: Du Wensen

Level: lv3

Power: 23

Constitution: 21

Agility: 23

Intelligence: 28

Du Wensen opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, and showed a charming smile.

"The game is not over yet, but death comes so suddenly!"

After slowly putting on my clothes and tidying them up meticulously, I walked out of the room, walked out of the hospital, and disappeared into the dark night.

In the shadows, Neve stuck out a small head.

"Dad doesn't seem to notice!"

After saying that, he dragged a body like a doll and disappeared into the darkness.

Du Wensen came to the street and stopped a taxi in the middle of the road.

"Sorry, sir, I urgently need to see my friend now. Can you please wait for the next bus?" the driver said dissatisfied.

Du Wensen pulled away the passenger seat and got in.

"Go to Pier 7!"

"Sorry, sir, I have to go visit..."

Du Wensen interrupted: "Go to Pier 7!"

The driver explained: "Sir, if I don't rush, my friend might die!"

"You can send him a bouquet of flowers after his death. Believe me, the last thing a person seeking death wants is for someone to persuade him to live. Drive!" Du Wensen said seriously.

The driver was dissatisfied: "Sir, I know it's not easy to take a taxi at night, but you shouldn't say that to my friend."

Du Wensen nodded: "ok!"

The driver looked at Du Wensen and reminded: "Sir, what I want to say is, can you get off the car?"

"Listen, you have wasted 2 minutes and 28 seconds of me. I am in a very bad mood now. I don't care what your reasons are. Please drive to Pier 7 as fast as you can. Do you understand?" Du Wensen said coldly.

The driver was not afraid and laughed back: "Hey! Are you threatening me? I'm warning you to get out of my car quickly, or if you let my friend know, he will blow your head off with his own hands and use it as a ball to kick."

Du Wensen looked him up and down: "Oh? Is your friend Ronaldo!"

"Wade Winston Wilson is a famous professional killer. No one is afraid of him. If you have any sense, please leave immediately." The driver threatened.

Du Wensen was silent for a moment.

It was replaced by an expression of surprise.

"Hi! You mean, your friend is Wade?"

The driver hesitated and said, "Yes, do you know him?"

"He is my best friend. I just met him not long ago. Can you take me to meet him now? I can help him." Du Wensen's eyes were full of worry.

"..."

"Hey! Friend, don't try to get close. Wade has never mentioned to me that he has a friend like you." The driver didn't believe it at all.

Du Wensen glanced at the photo under the car.

"He told me about your woman and he thought you should be bolder!"

The driver was surprised: "Oh~! You are really Wade's friend. He is such a big talker. He tells everyone about everything when he is happy. But since his woman was killed, I have never seen him smile again."

"Yes, I am actually pursuing this matter and have found some clues that interest Wade." Du Wensen replied.

"That's great. Let's go find Wade right now. He will be very happy to hear this." After saying that, the driver started the car.

Du Wensen looked out the window, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

“Enchanting evening!”

More than ten minutes later, the car stopped at a downstairs.

"Mr. Du, do you really not need me to take you up? I have to remind you that he is in danger now. You must be careful," the driver warned.

Du Wensen waved his hand and said: "Dosud, if you can, go and buy a pack of cigarettes for me."

In the apartment, Wade was lying on oil drums, his hood had been taken off, his ugly face was full of sadness, and he had a lit cigarette in his mouth.

"Goodbye, my world!" After saying that, he lit the lighter in his hand and gently threw it into the air.

"Sorry, do you have any cigarettes?"

Du Wensen took the lighter with one hand and smiled at Wade.

Wade frowned.

"It's you?"

Du Wensen played with the lighter that was still burning in his hand: "I have something interesting to do. Are you willing to participate?"

Wade's eyes narrowed. Du Wensen's behavior of playing with a lighter always made him suspect that he would explode the oil barrel in a second.

"I just want to die now!"

Du Wensen raised his head and said: "Coward!"

"Hey! You bastard from nowhere, you should know that irritating me will not end well." Wade clenched his fist and shook it in front of Du Wensen: "I will blow your head off!"

"Use a weird mask to cover your ugly face, use killing to cover up the fear in your heart, use women to fill the loneliness in your heart, and use death to escape your incompetence."

"Aren't you a coward?" Du Wensen asked.

Wade clenched his fists with a ferocious look on his face.

"I'm going to peel off your skin and make it into Mexican fried chicken tacos for you to taste for yourself!"