Doomsday Game Online

Chapter 158 Chapter 158 Disgusting Artwork (2 more)

Linkla lowered his hood, his thoughts moved, and his mental power spread slightly, like a cool breeze sweeping across the cabin.

Including the two women in the iron cage, all the people alive were agitated, as if something terrifying was staring at them.

The hideous mask turned at the same time, and the black eyes scanned the women, girls and children around: “If you don’t want to attract gangsters, just keep quiet, and someone will pick you up and leave after a while.”

After speaking, he pulled his hood back on and left the cabin.

The next three cabins are no more troublesome than the first cabin.

The gangsters inside are more chaotic, sleeping, drinking, gambling, and playing with women.

There were not as many murders as expected.

It wasn’t that these gangsters were kind, but at first they killed people on the boat. After killing too many people, they found that it was troublesome to clean up, and the smell was even more unpleasant.

That’s why it was changed to go to the shore during the day to do whatever you want, and to keep the air quality when returning to the ship at night.

Link also pays attention to maintaining air quality.

Those who were killed by him had their cervical spine amputated, or had a knife in the face, and the amount of bleeding was relatively small.

Four cabins were killed in a row, and Betty, who followed behind without firing a shot, turned pale, and her legs trembled.

It’s not that she is timid.

She has seen a lot of soldiers and armed men who kill a lot of people, but Link has killed so many people in a row, and the murderous aura is getting more and more serious.

If you change to an ordinary person, it doesn’t feel so obvious yet.

But after Betty came to Chicago, he was promoted to a professional shooter. His mental acuity was several times that of ordinary people, and he did not master the method to reduce acuity.

As a result, it was like a flash bomb with a night vision goggles.

When she was in the third cabin, she couldn’t hold back anymore and stopped to clean up the sudden excess inventory, otherwise her pants would be wet at the moment.

Some of the cautious thoughts in his heart were also wiped out by this slaughter.

What do smart people fear most? Naturally, if you disagree, you can do it, and you can kill your own person in an instant.

If they can get out, the CIA and military leaders can send anyone they want. Anyway, she should not know Link.

Lest he is sent to arrest him just because he understands the target.

Betty doesn’t think that the official salary from the United States is worthy of such hard work.

Link didn’t know that the purpose of deterring the female major had been achieved. He was purely irritated by the behavior of this group of gangsters.

The information I have read is only text, and there is absolutely no strong impact that I have witnessed.

In order to live comfortably, these gangsters have laid down rules not to kill people on the boat. In fact, the point is not to kill in large numbers or get blood everywhere.

Like the two pairs of mother and son in the first cabin, they are actually destined to die tonight.

In the latter three cabins, there were eight women and children who were killed without seeing blood.

This does not include people who are silent, sick and injured and dragged to death in the iron fence because he has no time to check.

Finally, Link came to the last cabin, and was also the leader of the ship, Bill, a professional with extraordinary power.

From the intelligence, this guy should have awakened his career as a shooter. He is thin and thin, has little power and moves fast, but he is not good at close combat. He likes to use firearms to shoot opponents accurately.

At the moment in the cabin, the two rows of white candles on the left and right bulkheads illuminate dimly near the center.

More than a dozen objects resembling clothes hangers form a semicircle and surround an iron shelf. Not far behind the iron shelf is a big bed of pink quilt.

At first glance, it looks like a female room in an industrial LOFT style scene.

And Bill was enjoying the “artwork” he “made” with a face full of intoxication: “Ah, this snow-white skin, velvety touch, and this black hair, is it beautiful?”

A few meters away in front of him was a woman with a face of horror and despair tied to an iron shelf.

Lily wanted to scream and scream, but the ball in her mouth made her murmur vaguely.

When she was caught by the culprits three days ago, she thought about her death. As a result, no one touched her. Instead, the culprits kept her alone in a room without worrying about eating and drinking.

As a result, she was sent over tonight and tied to an iron shelf. Only then did she know that she would face a death that only appeared in legends.

What’s more terrifying is that this method of death will take a long time.

If you knew it earlier, it’s better to let the monster eat it! This thought floated through her mind.

But at this moment, Lily had no choice but to pray crazily in her heart that someone would come to save herself.

Bill drunkly enjoyed the previous “trophies”, then hung it on the shelf next to him, and walked towards the “trophies” that will be released tonight: “God, you are so generous and gave these women so beautiful. The…skin, why am I not them?”

As he said, his hand couldn’t help touching Lily’s smooth forearm, like a child poking tofu: “Look, they are full of vitality and vitality, tonight these will belong to me.”

No longer able to control the excitement in his heart, Bill walked to the side, picked up a pair of scissors on a large table, hesitated, and replaced it with a scalpel: “This cut is a little more neat.”

Just as he said this, the door curtain of the cabin was lifted.

Before, there was a door here, but as a result, when all kinds of large objects were transported, they were damaged and deformed, and Bill simply had them to remove them.

No one dared to enter his room indiscriminately anyway.

Lily, who was facing the door on the iron frame, saw this scene, and then saw a burly figure almost two meters tall entering the door, and then walked towards Bill unhurriedly, but there was no sound from under her feet.

She subconsciously held her breath.

But Bill noticed something and turned to look at… she: “Did you faint? It’s okay, you will wake up soon, then you will cry and pray, and I will smile…yeeeah?”

Lily’s brown-black pupils were illuminated by the candle fire, flashing with shining light, and she stared intently not far away.

Bill, who was already thin, was…the strong man who entered quietly? Leaned back.

Including when Bill turned his head to look like her, the strong man seemed to move a few steps sideways like a prophet, hiding in the blind spot of Bill’s sight and continuing to approach.

Then, halfway through the conversation, Bill was picked up like a chicken, and his body could only be trembling softly in the air, not struggling hard at all.

Bill felt completely different.

The big hand on his neck crushed his cervical spine almost instantaneously, but it did not completely damage the spinal cord.

The throat, which was compressed by the fingers, could not breathe or call.

At the same time, a cold breath came from behind, as if the substance enveloped him, making him stiff and shivering.

“You, make me sick!” A cold, low voice came, and Bill felt himself turning away.

A big hand stretched out from behind and tore off the “trophies” and the plastic support on the “hanger”.

Then Bill felt his body rise and then fall.

The severe pain went through the whole body from bottom to top. He wanted to scream, but the severely damaged throat could only make a vague sound of Ababa.