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Chapter 9 Amendment 【Please recommend for collection】

"It's all because of you, Anthony..."

Compared with Anthony's despair and numbness, Mary's attitude towards the cycle is undoubtedly more intense.

Waking up from the passenger seat, Mary let out a deafening scream as she looked at everything familiar in the car.

She turned her head to look at Anthony in the driver's seat, the heavy makeup on her face was wet with tears into a funny look, she was screaming madly with bloody mouth.

"If it weren't for you, a rotten person, how could I have encountered such a thing, everything is your fault, it is all your fault!"

Mary, who screamed and shied away, seemed to have forgotten that she was also responsible for a considerable part of the reason why the two were forced to flee.

in the driver's seat.

Looking at the disheveled Mary who was yelling frantically in front of her.

Anthony's numb face instantly showed a ferocious expression, he gritted his teeth and threw himself at Mary in the passenger seat, stretched out his hand to grab her neck with a distorted expression, and shouted with red eyes: "Since everything is my fault, Then let me get you out of all this, you idiot, bitch, ah-"

The muscles in both arms were tense, and Anthony's hands tightly grasped Mary's neck without leaving any gaps.

A strong sense of suffocation and a strong sense of vomiting pressed deep in her throat tormented Mary, causing her to almost faint. Her dark face turned a terrifying deep purple due to the lack of oxygen, and she rolled her eyes and scrambled her hands in mid-air. struggling to grab hold of something.

However, the growing strength from Anthony's hands swallowed and consumed Mary's last struggling strength.

bang bang bang-

The arms outstretched in mid-air fell weakly and hit the driver's seat of the car with a dull impact sound. Mary, who was still struggling violently under Anthony, completely lost all sound at this moment and lay motionless on the seat.

"Hahaha……"

His hands squeezed heavily on Mary's neck for a few seconds, and then Anthony let go of his palms as if he had lost all his strength. He watched the clearly visible palm prints on Mary's neck and let out a heavy panting sound, and then into a maniacal laugh.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Inside the narrow car, Anthony looked at Mary's motionless body and laughed like crazy.

He seems to have found a way out of the loop.

As long as he dies like Mary, he can escape from this endless torture, as long as he...

A strange light flashed in Anthony's blood-red eyes.

However, before he could put his thoughts into action, the familiar darkness enveloped him again in the next second.

……

"It's all because of you, Anthony..."

In the ears, Mary's piercing screams reappeared beside Anthony.

He looked at Mary who had been 'resurrected' again in the passenger seat, and the last nerve in his mind burst instantly.

Ignoring Mary's frantic shouts, Anthony took out a pistol from under the car, pulled the safety and then flipped the gun to his head as Mary screamed, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom!
Accompanied by the sound of loud gunshots, the windows of the car were painted a blood-red hue with blood.

In the passenger seat, a little bit of blood bloomed on Mary's dark face. She stared blankly at Anthony's slipping body, and it took a long time before she came to her senses as if belatedly aware, and let out a deafening scream .

Amidst the screams, the music box continued to spin.

"Fur Elise" has a melodious and sad tune.

The darkness also arrived as expected, engulfing Mary.

……

"almost."

In the low-cost apartment, silently watching the cycle of pictures in the car, and the collapsed Anthony and Mary.

Zhao Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

But began to prepare for the final ending of this script.

However, before the end of the script was staged, the broken system screen suddenly began to pull back.

As the screen was pulled up, a line of crooked text appeared immediately.

"emergency?"

Seeing the vehicles appearing on the street, Zhao Yuan couldn't help frowning.

Judging from the system's prompts, it seemed that there was a situation that exceeded the script settings, causing the system to send a reminder to him.

Recalling the conversation between Anthony and Mary in the apartment before fleeing, Zhao Yuan understood clearly.

This so-called emergency situation should be the real owner of the money that Anthony and Mary said, and the culprit that forced them to escape.

"Ding! There has been a change in the plot, please invest [Plot Value] to correct it."

The driving vehicle was getting closer and closer to where Anthony and Mary were, and a new line of text on the broken panel also jumped out.

"Fix it?"

Looking at the line of prompts that appeared on the system, Zhao Yuan raised his eyebrows.

It seems that when writing the script in the future, we still need to pay attention to it, and we can't put all the [plot value] into the evolving script.

He secretly warned in his heart, looking at the scene in the system screen, Zhao Yuan did not hesitate and immediately confirmed the prompt.

"Ding! Put in 20 [story value], and the ending of the script will be corrected automatically!"

Fortunately.

Perhaps because there is only the ending of the script, the [Story Value] consumed this time is not too much.

Zhao Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief looking at the only remaining 83 [plot value] on the data panel.

But soon he turned his attention back to the system screen.

Under his gaze, with the low roar of the engine, the moving car slammed into a second-hand car parked on the side of the street like a mad bull.

boom!
The huge impact spread far away in the quiet neighborhood, and the lights in many nearby shops were turned on, as if they were disturbed by the sound.

However, even under such a commotion, no one came out to investigate the situation.

Bang!
Opening the door, a fierce white man covered in tattoos got out of the car.

"Anthony, you stupid piece of shit..."

Dragging an M11 submachine gun that is standard for New York gangs, the white man pointed it at Anthony in the car with an angry face.

"It looks like your brain was eaten by a dog, and you dared to covet my money. If I hadn't noticed something wrong and rushed over, I might have been tricked by you bastard!"

With a flushed face, the white man looked at Anthony and Mary in the car with a stern look on his face.

"Now, get out of the car for me! Otherwise, my bullets don't have eyes, and it won't be easy to make a few holes in your body."

Pointing the gun at Anthony, the white man glanced at Mary in the passenger seat, and couldn't help but spit out, venting his inner dissatisfaction.

"Bah, Fu** you, Anthony, you son of a bitch, you even brought a woman with you when you ran for your life!"

Based on the white people's understanding of Anthony, facing the submachine gun in his hand, I understand that Anthony would not dare to run away even if he is too courageous.He could even imagine the scene where Anthony got out of the car, crying and begging for mercy.

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