Killing America Terror Starts at a Fatal Turn

The next day, Patrick met Paul again at a dance, and the two continued the topic they had talked about when they met yesterday, about Ruishan's business and their relationship with Cecilia.

I don’t know how they continued chatting, but with Patrick’s deliberate pandering, the atmosphere of the conversation was quite lively.

Next, the ulterior-minded Patrick invited Paul to have dinner with him. The two drank a little wine, and the conversation between men always shifted to women.

Patrick said honestly in a joking tone: "I like to dismember young girls, to the point of obsession."

Paul didn't take it seriously, thinking he was talking drunkenly, so he picked up the wine bottle in his hand, filled it for himself, and casually boasted: "You have a nice complexion, where did you get it?"

Patrick takes good care of his body and skin every day, and proudly said: "In the salon."

However, Paul said these words just to pave the way for the subsequent "Versailles". He looked at Patrick and showed off: "I have a sunbed at home. You should come and have a look. And Cecilia."

After saying that, he thought of the woman and asked, "Why didn't Cecilia come? How is she? Where did she go tonight?"

Patrick didn't know where Cecilia was, so he prevaricated: "Cecilia, well, you also know her. I think she is having dinner with Evelin."

Evelin is Patrick's fiancée. Although their relationship is average, at critical moments, Patrick immediately thinks of her as a cover.

Paul heard this and became interested, "Evelyn, she has a great ass. It's a shame to be with that loser Patrick."

Hearing him insulting himself, Patrick smiled teasingly, frowned, as if he was disgusted with the "wimp Patrick", and continued to persuade him to drink: "Another martini, Paul."

After the meal, Patrick invited Paul to his home to rest for a while.

Paul, completely unaware of the approaching danger, readily agreed.

The luxurious decoration and tasteful design of Patrick's home did not cause any fluctuations in Paul. His home was more luxurious than Patrick's home.

He felt a little dizzy and slumped down on the single sofa. A layer of newspapers was carefully spread around the sofa, as if to prevent something from spilling and staining the floor.

Patrick took out his collection of records and shared his hobbies with Paul.

Of course, this is also a kind of showing off and comparison.

Look - how tasteful I am.

Paul responded perfunctorily, looking uninterested.

Patrick turned on the music, walked to the bathroom, put on a transparent raincoat, and continued to introduce his favorite music style.

Paul glanced back and asked, "Is that a raincoat? Alan."

Patrick was buttoning up his raincoat with an excited, impatient smile on his face.

"Yes, that's right."

He also danced to the dynamic background music, like a child who was about to get candy, jumping for joy.

He walked behind the sofa, where Paul had his back to him, picked up the fire ax he had prepared in advance, and kept talking about music and art.

When everything was ready, he raised the fire ax above his head and shouted, "Hey, Paul!"

Paul responded and looked back.

A sharp ax came towards him, and the last thing left in his pupils was Allen, no, it was Patrick's cruel and cheerful face.

"thump"

The body fell to the ground.

There was a pool of blood.

The blood splashed all over Patrick's body and face. Fortunately, he had put on a raincoat in advance and his designer suit was not stained by the blood.

He happily released his jealousy.

"Now go to Dosia and book a seat! You ****"

The cheerful music continues.

"

It's hip to be square

It's hip to be square

I like my bands in business suits

I watch them on TV

"

Patrick held the ax in both hands and struck hard again.

again.

again.

countless times.

Until you feel tired.

He took off his raincoat, straightened his slightly messy hair, sat on the sofa on the other side, lit a cigar, and continued to enjoy the bright and crisp music.

——

"

It's hip to be square

It's hip to be square

It's not too hard to figure out you see it everyday

And those that were the farthest out have gone the other way

"

Luke turned on the car radio, and dynamic music played.

He swayed to the beat of the music and stepped on the accelerator happily.

He had just sent Leonard to Dust's house, introduced them to each other, and left him to learn about exorcism, and then went to the bank to transfer the check money to his account.

Now, on the way to the "School of Flames" station.

Stations of these elemental schools, especially the "Fire School" that specializes in flame control, are 100% dangerous factors in the city. Therefore, they are all in remote towns far away from the city, and most residents are related to the school. People, the whole town is dedicated to serving the school.

The town where the station is located is not shown on the map, but Dust has shown him the address and route on the map. After deviating from the main road, Harpie has been looking down from a high place. Although Luke is It was my first time here, but I found the location easily.

The arrival of the vehicle did not attract much attention from the locals. It seems that outsiders are not a rare breed here.

Luke did not rush to report. He parked the car on the side of the road, got down and walked along the road to observe the situation in the town.

There don't seem to be many residents in this town. After all, the extraordinary recovery has not been long ago. Relatively speaking, most of the schools are sparsely populated, and there are certainly not many ordinary people who rely on their work.

As he was walking, a girl called out to him.

"Hey, handsome guy, it seems like this is the first time I've met you. What, are you from the official school or from some family?"

Looking at the familiar expression of the exquisite girl in front of him, Luke could only lament that this must be the charm of being handsome.

He stretched out his hand and replied: "Luke, introduced by the Sigel family, plans to learn some basic meditation and fire spells here."

The Sigurd family is the exorcism family that Dust belongs to. They are well-known in the small circle of extraordinary people around Phoenix City, just like the red-haired Shanks who possesses the face fruit.

After all, their family is really good at making spells and arranging magic circles. No matter whether it is an official, a school, or even a wild extraordinary person, they will not mind having an extra spell on their body that can save lives at critical moments.

The girl shook hands with him.

Her fingers were long and her nails shimmered, and she wore some hand-woven bracelets and necklaces.

Then she introduced herself: "You can call me Lily. I am the shaman inheritor of the Wopatoni tribe in Jinzhi Prefecture. From which tribe did you receive the inheritance? Why are you still studying through the connections of the Sigel family?"

?

A question mark rose over Luke's head.

This was the first time that he was recognized as an extraordinary person without using any extraordinary power, and he accurately recognized the power he possessed.

He looked at Lily doubtfully, "How did you know?"

That... I'm beeping again.

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