chsdbacks Chapter 830 Liquor is a Madman
Chapter 830 Liquor is a Madman
"boom!!!"
The glass shattered in Ryan's face.
The fragments were like cold raindrops, carrying wine and blood, and instantly cut several hideous bloody marks on his face!
"Fuck you!" McAllen roared with a desperate rage! He ignored the pain and swung his fist, which was stained with his own blood but as hard as a rock, and smashed it hard into Ryan's nose!
"What are you burning for?" Ryan's voice was as cold as the Siberian permafrost. He easily deflected McAllen's chaotic and powerless attack.
Too slow! So slow that even if he was seventy years old, he could still easily resolve it!
"Have you imagined yourself as the tragic protagonist who saves the world?" A sarcastic sneer passed across the corner of his bloodstained mouth.
"Bang!" Ryan's counterattack was as fast as a venomous snake spitting out its tongue! A precise uppercut hit McAllen's forehead hard!
"Bang!" Another punch! Straight to the jaw!
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
The dull sound of beating echoed wildly in the small space like rapid drumbeats.
No one knew how many punches were thrown, and no one kept count.
Just look at Ryan's hand, which was originally relatively clean. It was now completely stained red with McAllen's blood. The skin on the knuckles was torn and even the white bone streaks were visible.
Statistics? Meaningless.
This is no longer a battle, but a one-sided massacre.
In a corner where no one cared, Vermouth fell into memories, and the image and voice of Baijiu automatically emerged in her mind. It was the rainy night when they first met.
She once asked: "How did you learn to pick locks? If you are so good, can you open all the locks in the world?"
Baijiu just smiled and picked up the inconspicuous iron needle: "There is no lock in the world that cannot be unlocked, and no mystery that cannot be solved. Every question has an answer..."
'...The answer is often hidden in the problem itself. Sometimes, the first solution you eliminate in your mind may be the only solution.'
"People have to try... Isn't it through constant trial and error that humans rise up?"
A weak but firm force surged from the bottom of her heart! Vermouth stopped her futile struggle and began to rotate and twist her wrist rapidly in a strange way.
After a few seconds, she raised her slender middle finger, and her sharp nail, like a precise crochet needle, accurately probed into the gap in the rope!
"Fortunately... I didn't cut my nails..." she muttered to herself.
She has been wanting to cut her nails for the past few days, but either the tools are broken or the store is out of stock.
After finally finding a store that sells nail clippers, the urgent message about Baijiu's mission arrived again.
In the dark, there is God's will.
"Although... I'm not as good as you..." McAllen's face was swollen like fermented dough, his eyes were almost blocked by bloodshot, and his vision was blurred as if he was drunk.
But in the slits of his eyes that were barely open, there was burning an unquenchable, almost beast-like bloodthirsty light!
"But I'm tough..." He opened his bloodied mouth and pulled out a twisted smile, "Bah!!"
A mouthful of saliva with a strong smell of blood was spat fiercely on Ryan's face.
A few drops of sticky liquid even splashed accurately into Ryan's nostril, which was scratched by the glass and was oozing blood!
"McAllen!!" Vermouth roared indistinctly, her voice coming out as a dull whimper through the towel.
She was urging and warning at the same time - hold on a little longer!
On her side, the damn knot was loosening little by little under the tenacious prying of her fingernails!
Time seemed to be infinitely stretched in Macallan's senses, as if he had been undergoing several hours of torture.
But in Vermouth's eyes, less than four seconds had passed from the time the wine glass shattered to now!
Ryan was completely enraged! Like a furious brown bear, he slammed the shaky McCarron to the ground! McCarron struggled to his knees, pressing his knees firmly against the cold ground. His blood-stained palms suddenly opened, like a predatory octopus, and fiercely covered Ryan's face!
His five fingers were like hooks, desperately digging into those cold, snake-like eyes!
"Do you think... I'm very patient?!" Ryan's voice suddenly rose, filled with the rage of being provoked by an ant.
The coldness in those eyes instantly froze into ten thousand years of black ice, and the murderous intent was as strong as a Shura who had just crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
"Bang!!" He raised his palm like a knife, with the momentum to split mountains and split rocks, and hit McAllen's vital point fiercely!
Before the severe pain could fully reach his brain, Ryan had already roughly grabbed the back of McAllen's collar, and his arms burst out with terrifying strength.
At that moment, he seemed to really possess the legendary unicorn arm that was strong enough to lift a tripod. He lifted McAllen's body into the air with one hand and twisted it around!
Then, without a second thought, his five fingers, like pliers, gripped the rope around McAllen's neck tightly. Like a fisherman reeling in his net, he yanked it toward his arms with brutal pleasure! He wanted to see this annoying bug die before his own eyes!
Vermouth happened to turn sideways, and her eyes collided violently with Ryan's eyes that were filled with the breath of hell!
That look…cold, bloodthirsty, cruel…as if it contained the gaze of Satan.
Vermouth swore that she had never seen such pure, soul-shattering evil in a person's eyes!
Even white wine!
Ryan's mouth curled into a ferocious arc, with naked provocation, his eyes locked on Vermouth. At the same time, he raised his knees high, his body like a fully drawn bow, and madly poured all his strength into his ankles.
"boom!!!"
There was a dull thud, like a sledgehammer hitting a sandbag! The boot, filled with destructive force, fiercely kicked the center of McAllen's fragile spine!
On the top of the snowy mountain, the dance of death continues.
The helicopter was like a leaf caught in a strong wind, pitching and tumbling wildly across the narrow valley! Inside the cockpit, Mojito felt like he was being stuffed into a high-speed washing machine, his body bouncing up and down, slamming left and right uncontrollably!
After several rapid turns, the powerful centrifugal force almost threw him out of the open hatch and into the abyss!
It's not that he doesn't want to close the door! It's that he has no chance at all!
That crazy guy named Baijiu's driving skills are incredible! How can he fly a helicopter like this?! Is he flying a plane or a bumper car?!
Mojito gripped the door handle tightly, his knuckles turning white. He looked at the helicopter in front of him that was moving flexibly like a ghost and "splashing ink" among the snow-capped peaks. Only shock and absurdity remained in his heart.
Maybe in another parallel universe... this guy would be a top-notch helicopter stunt pilot?
No! Mojito immediately rejected the idea.
Damn! That must be some crazy guy doing helicopter acrobatics!