Welcome to the Nightmare Games Book 2 - Chapter 103

Rum, brandy, vodka, sake, and whiskey.

This is the secret killer group of the Irish gang in Fick’s new city, named after the silent protest of drug addicts during the prohibition period. Of course, for Qi Le people who have watched “Detective Conan”, this is like the general naming method of the Black Men’s Organization. This secret group is full of ominous FLAGs.

The old place was an underground wine cellar. The current assistant of the Irish Gang is David. He simply gave an order to five people-kill the people on the list.

A total of fifteen people were listed on this death list. A brief introduction makes this list look scary enough. It is simply a massacre of the upper and middle classes in the Italian gang. If all the people on this list are- -If you kill it, Fick’s New City will be a complete word for the Irish Gang.

Everyone knows that this has exceeded the tacit understanding of the gangsters. Sake of the five people disputed this, but David did not adopt it.

He paced back and forth in this warehouse with a strong smell of alcohol, sometimes calmly analyzing and sometimes angry, making him very suspicious of his mental state. The arrest of Louis gave him great excitement. He was like an enraged pitbull, showing his strength to the other side with his teeth grinning at any cost.

“Crazy dog. Crazy dog ​​David.” Rum murmured softly, seeing the whiskey slightly raised his eyes and looked at him, and Rum poked his lips again, watching David growling and cursing in the distance, whispered, “Know him How was Louis fancy? At the time, Louis was just a little leader, and he taught Davy to repay a debt. The debt-free Jews didn’t have a penny, and David used his iron rod to fight alive. Broken his jaw and knocked out his golden teeth. This is probably the last wealth of the Jew. “

Qi Leren snorted, watching the death list intently. Du Qiao, 7-year-old illegitimate son of Du Qiao, Du Qiao’s mistress … all Italian gangsters.

When he gets the list, the system prompts him that he will not deduct the remaining survival days from killing the NPC on the list. This is almost an encouragement to kill the naked-naked, this pampering is easy It makes people lose their guilt for killing and even enjoys this right to judge others’ lives.

Qi Leren wondered whether there were his enemies on this list, or his lover.

He has a sense of unreasonable self-confidence. He feels that as long as he can see Ning Zhou, no matter what he looks like now, even a woman, he can recognize him.

I just don’t know if Ning Zhou can recognize him.

Qi Leren touched his cheek. His current appearance is very ordinary Celtic. His hair is orange-red and his skin is dull. Because of his temperament, he looks like a gloomy literary youth. If it is not hidden at home, Enough to open a small gun museum’s arsenal, this young man named Allen Whiskey is an ordinary young man.

He would write Shelley’s verse on the bedroom wall: “The love that oozes in my eyes is, to be honest, just the reflection of your own beauty on my soul.”

Open a book by the pillow-by the way, there is a gun under the pillow-Shelley’s famous phrase on the title page: “When love is dying, the heart is just a living grave.”

Whisky’s preferences can’t help but make Qi Leren wonder if he has suffered any emotional trauma. Unfortunately, this killer does not like to keep a diary, and he has no way of knowing his past.

In this unfamiliar American story, Qi Leren is like an extra actor who broke into the stage after the drama started. He has no idea of ​​this script, but has to act casually.

Fortunately, someone can give him some useful information.

The young lady of the Irish gangster, Willow.

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As the killers of the Irish gangsters were busy cleaning up the characters on the list, Qi Le, who was one of them, seemed extremely leisurely.

He is not a man who likes to kill indiscriminately. Although most people on the list do nothing wrong with eating a gun, he still does not feel that he has the power to make arbitrary decisions.

Until now, he is no longer a rookie with serious concerns about killing when he first enters this game. Walking in the dark forest full of enemies, when the front side heard strange footsteps, he even shot first, and the guilt of killing was worthless compared with his own life.

Chen Baiqi once told him a “joke”. Ten moral models entered the nightmare world. In a novice village that needed to kill each other, one finally came out alive and became a famous killer in the nightmare game. An ex-prisoner was captured and handed over to a trial facility. When asked why he killed, he asked, why don’t you ask me why I want to eat?

In his consciousness, killing and eating are already as natural as they are.

There are more tasks done in the nightmare world, and there will only be more and more when working on the NPC in the copy world, but the Qile people are still often confused. What is the nature of this group of NPCs living in the copy world? In the rumors circulating in the Twilight Land, the NPCs in this group of copies are just a set of data, but what is the difference between them and those Aboriginal people in the main world?

They are too real.

It was as though Willow was pulling him shopping, her smile was alive.

“Both Dad and Uncle David like to run flower shops, and I don’t know why, maybe because we are Irish.” Willow said.

Qi Le nodded absently.

“What do you think of buying a watch as a birthday present?” Willow suddenly held Qi Leren’s arm and asked, pointing at the beautifully crafted watch in the window.

“Yes,” said Qi Leren.

From the moment he was pulled out of the door, Willow was a matter of course who should know who his birthday was, which made him unable to ask who the birthday gift was for.

Willow walked into the store and said to the clerk: “Help him pick a watch for his … girlfriend. She is about as tall as him, long, sexy, and very fashionable.”

The clerk made a slightly surprised voice: “Really?”

Willow’s eyes flashed with joy, “Of course, she’s a cool person.”

Qi Leren stood aggressively, what, he has a girlfriend? When? Why doesn’t he know?

Wait, David asked, “Have she ever come to him?” Does he really have a girlfriend?

Qi Leren’s brain suddenly opened, wouldn’t he … Is Ning Zhou’s NPC belong to her? No no no, such a coincidence cannot happen.

While Qi Leren was inexplicably frightened and inexplicably looking forward, Wei Luo bought a women’s watch on the recommendation of the clerk, and Qi Leren took out his wallet to pay the bill-he remembered that this was for his girlfriend. What about watches?

When the clerk went to greet another customer, Willow took the watch pocket from his hand, then shoved the money into his wallet, and whispered, “Thank you.”

Qi Leren is even more confused: Why would Weiluo give him money? Why did Willow take this watch? Why would Vero thank him?

What’s going on in this story! Can anyone tell him the script? !!

Qi Leren gazed at Willow for a long time, and Willow moved his eyes away and whispered with tears in his eyes: “‘So is love, when you go away, it will fall asleep on your thoughts of you’, this It is my favorite sentence in Shelley’s poems. For a long time, I miss deeply … I miss the memories we grew up with. I have never been brave enough. If I had been, …

Someone was watching him.

Qi Leren’s instinct was stung, and he turned back sharply.

Through the shop’s bright glass window, Qi Leren in the shop saw a man with blond hair and blue eyes in a suit and leather shoes, and his seven or eight-year-old son passing by the street.

In the afternoon, Fick’s new city was sunny, and Qi Leren only recognized the man with a glance.

Ducho, the new leader of the Italian gang, has been placed on the top of the assassination list by the Irish gang.

But it wasn’t the man who shocked him, but …

Du Qiao’s illegitimate son, a seven- or eight-year-old blonde, looked at him, and those blue eyes had a story that didn’t match his age.

For a moment, Qi Leren forgot to close his mouth, his wallet fell to the ground before he knew it.

“Allen, Allen?” Willow called him twice in succession, and Qi Le talents took his eyes away from the back of the two who had gone away.

“I’m fine.” Qi Leren said casually, and picked up the wallet that had fallen to the ground.

Calm, anyway, now they met, no doubt, Ning Zhou also recognized him.

The thought of Ning Zhou is now a seven-year-old little lady, Qi Le people almost laughed, but don’t say that the appearance of that little lady and Ning Zhou is similar, especially those blue eyes.

Although Jinghong glanced at them, neither of them said a word, but since they have locked each other out of the vast crowd, it will not be too far from the next meeting.