game traveler

Chapter 86 The Death of Bronte

Puff puff!
The specially made 9mm Parabellum bullet shot out from the pitch-black muzzle, piercing the chest and the heart.

Before the guard fell to the ground, Rorschach stepped forward quickly, supported the corpse, and gently placed it on the ground.

The effect of [Bullet Time] is very similar to the game protagonist Arthur's [Death Eye].

They are all able to slow down the passing speed of everything around the user, while maintaining the normal speed.

It's just that Death's Eye has one more marking function than bullet time.

Under the cover of the shadows of the night, like a ghost, Rorschach shot and killed all the other four guards in the garden of the mansion and on both sides of the aisle, and then swaggered into the mansion.

Under the skill effect of [Bullet Time], even if the guard found Rorschach, he had no time to react and was shot dead by him.

Perhaps it was because in the wee hours of the morning, the number of guards was one-third less than during the day.

Moreover, most of the maids fell asleep, and Rorschach's infiltration did not cause any unexpected troubles.

Under the flickering of the bright lights, Rorschach held the gun in both hands and cleared all areas on the first floor.

All the way to kill all the eight guards distributed on the first floor of the mansion, Rorschach did not immediately go to the second floor, but leaned his back against the wall, while keeping an eye on the surrounding situation, he pulled out the empty magazine and replaced it with a new one. full magazine.

Yes, in addition to the special bullets, he also made a special spare magazine.

With a "click", the bolt was pulled, and the bullet was loaded.

Rorschach stepped on the stairs covered with delicate carpets, and went straight to the second floor.

At the same time, in the mind, the mechanical voice of the system is still echoing:

[The remaining time of the character card is 59 minutes and [-] seconds...]

Listening to the system's reminder, Luo Xia didn't panic at all.

Five minutes was enough for him to kill all the people in the mansion and leave calmly.

But how boring it would be to just kill Bronte in his sleep!
Puff puff…

Accompanied by the sound of low-pitched gunshots, all the guards on the second floor fell into a pool of blood.

After checking one by one, Rorschach pushed away the master bedroom where Bronte was.

Perhaps it was because there was too much blood on his hands to sleep in the darkness.

Bronte's room was brightly lit.

And the underground emperor of St. Denis was lying on the bed, eyes closed, immersed in dreams.

However, he didn't know that the god of death had come quietly, and he raised the sickle in his hand...

Coming to the bed, looking at the sleeping Bronte, the corners of Rorschach's mouth under the veil slightly pursed, and then he called out in a low voice:

"Hey, Mr. Bronte, wake up..."

"Um…"

When Bronte, who was sleeping soundly, opened his eyes, what came into view was not his little brother, but a face covered by a black kerchief and a pair of cold eyes.

"you?!"

Before Bronte could react, a ferocious left uppercut slammed into his lower right jaw, knocking him unconscious.

Binding his hands and feet with a rope, and stuffing a ball of cloth strips into his mouth, Rorschach lifted Bronte up on his shoulders, and swaggered out of the mansion.

After coming to the back of the mansion and opening the back door, Rorschach took his loot to the agreed evacuation point.

After waiting in place for a while, Thomas steered the boat through the thick fog on the water and arrived as promised.

When he saw Bronte being carried on his shoulders, his only intact eye couldn't help showing disbelief:
"Mr. Ghost, you did it!"

"Yes, let's get out of here, before anyone finds out."

While speaking, Rorschach threw Bronte, who was trying to struggle, onto the boat, and then stepped onto the boat.

With rippling ripples, the boat slowly sailed into the thick fog of the swamp, and finally disappeared.

as if it never existed...

. . .

In the dark and silent swamp, only the sound of wooden oars breaking the water surface can be heard.

Taking the cloth strip from Bronte's mouth, Rorschach patted his face and greeted him:

"Good evening, Mr. Bronte."

Shaking his head, Bronte tried his best to suppress the dizziness, looked at the mysterious man in front of him, and said flatteringly:

"Hey, my friend. I don't know how I offended you. It doesn't matter. You can make a price. Everyone has a price. How much do you want to let me go..."

Seeing Bronte's sad appearance begging for mercy, Rorschach reached out and pulled down the scarf, revealing that young face:

"Mr Bronte, it was never a question of money..."

Seeing this unexpectedly familiar face under the veil, Bronte's eyes widened, and disbelief was written all over:

"Anos?!"

Bronte knew that there were countless people who hated him.

And those who hate themselves are afraid of themselves at the same time, and they don't have the guts to take revenge on themselves.

However, he never thought that the one who dared to do it himself was Luo Xia who had just surrendered to him!
At this moment, Bronte finally understood that Rorschach visited during the day, readily agreed to his conditions, and offered to visit the mansion. Everything was just acting for him!

The purpose is to paralyze him and make him relax his vigilance!

But how did he bypass his many guards, come to his bedroom, and kidnap himself?

When he was puzzled, he also realized his current situation, and while thinking about the way to escape in his mind, he said:
"What do you want? As long as you say it, I can give it to you!"

Seeing that Bronte still wanted to negotiate with him, Rorschach smiled coldly, and then said in Italian:
"I didn't want to do this, but you are so annoying. Especially your self-righteous face is unbearable!"

As soon as these words came out, Brontë, who pretended to be calm, was suddenly defeated, and his expression turned into an incomparably shocked expression:

"You speak Italian?!"

"Yes, Mr. Bronte, I hear every word of yours."

Grinning, Rorschach then brought Bronte to the side of the boat, and whispered softly in his ear:

"And this is my answer..."

Before he finished speaking, a cold killing intent flashed across Rorschach's eyes, then he pulled out Schofield, aimed at Bronte's heart, and pulled the trigger!
There were only two "bang bang" sounds. The impact of the bullet penetrated Bronte's body and pushed him backwards, falling straight into the swamp.

Soon, the smell of blood gradually spread, attracting the owner of this swamp.

On the surface of the water, a few alligators with eyes shining with green light silently swam towards the corpse...

After feeding Bronte to the crocodile, Rorschach looked at the black boatman at the stern and smiled slightly:
"Thomas, today is a day to celebrate, don't you think..."

"Sir, I couldn't agree more..."

　In the evening, my friend got married, and I didn't get home until after nine o'clock, speechless.

　　Chapter 2 will be written again. I don’t know if I can finish it before twelve o’clock. If I can’t finish it, I will post it tomorrow.

　　Definitely this time!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)