Outlander's Journey

Chapter 263 Gift X Choice

Munk’s face was pale, and his trembling fingers rested on his severed hand in the oil paper bag.

The skin was stiff and cold, but the touch gave Munk a familiar feedback signal—it was the severed hand of his wife.

At this time, he found a note under his severed hand.

[There is a bigger surprise on the second floor]

Huh!

Munk immediately took out a well-maintained pistol from the hidden corner of the cupboard and pressed the miniature alarm dedicated to the Secretary of S.S.A that he carried with him.

From the weight of the pistol, you can sense that there are at least 7 bullets left. Munk gently shook off the slippers on his feet, hiding his figure in the dark, and moving slowly with the gun.

He was originally a senior intelligence agent of S.S.A. In these years, even if he was in a high position as S.S.A, the training he should have had not fallen at all, and he was also very familiar with the routines of the ability-minded.

Since there is no accident in the dark, you can temporarily rule out that the opponent’s ability is related to the triggering of the ‘dark’ condition, and then the ‘voice’. Try to avoid making a sound, so as to prevent the opponent from judging your location based on the sound and launching a targeted attack.

In addition, it is best not to lean against the wall. For ordinary people, the wall may be a good shield and cover, but for those with ability, the wall is no different from the paper.

The pistol and ammunition in his hand are all high-quality goods made by the ‘artisan’, even those with the B-level enhanced system can’t stop a bullet within 15 meters.

Sitting and waiting for death is not your own style. A large number of reinforcements will come at the latest 3 minutes after pressing the alarm. Before that, if the other party wants to play the game of cat and mouse, then I will play with him.

Walking up the stairs step by step, Munk raised his pistol to the second floor.

No one in the master bedroom.

Rooms, no one.

The little daughter’s bedroom…

Munk hid in the dark outside the door, only sticking out his right hand. He was looking at his little daughter’s bedroom through the mirror reflection of his wrist watch.

Although there is no light in the bedroom decorated with trendy style, because the curtains are opened, the scene in the bedroom can be seen through the moonlight.

The 14-year-old daughter, Maggie, fell asleep on the soft single bed, and the moonlight shone on her slightly childlike sheets and posters of the muscular male star on the bedside.

Also bathed in moonlight, there are neatly stacked large and small gift boxes placed on the floor, each with a ‘surprise’ sticker.

A strange figure sits in front of the window. Because his back is facing the moonlight, he can’t see the person’s face clearly. He can only barely tell that the person is sitting with folded legs, sitting gracefully on the little daughter’s computer chair, hands and fingers crossed. On his raised knees, the chair was facing the bedroom door.

The muzzle of the black hole quietly aimed at the black shadow sitting in front of the window.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

One of the three shots hit the forehead directly, and the other two shots were shot on both sides of the chest to avoid the situation of escape from an ectopic heart.

The bullet penetrated the body without any hindrance, and then pierced the glass window behind him.

Munk poked his head out to confirm that the dark shadow was indeed dead, and then he raised his pistol and walked slowly into the room.

He must quickly wake up his little daughter Maggie to leave here and join the reinforcements immediately. As long as there is a corpse, S.S.A will always have a way to find out who kidnapped his wife and which country the forces behind it belonged to.

But as soon as he touched the little girl’s ankle, the 14-year-old girl who fell into a deep sleep disappeared like a dream bubble, and the bed was empty.

Bubble dummy? Is it the ‘false bubble’ of the ‘hummingbird’ Missis’ ability to think?

With a horror in his heart, Munk raised his pistol and aimed it at the corpse that remained motionless even if the head was pierced through, and tremblingly took out the phone and turned on the flashlight that came with the phone.

Sitting in the chair was his wife, Amy.

She was stiff, her tears, saliva, and fear and struggle merged on her face and finally condensed into a picture of distorted despair. Her forehead and chest were hollowed out by high-power bullets. Because of the cloth in her clothes, Munk could not recognize the person next to the pillow. Outline.

The strangest thing is that his wife Amy’s right hand is intact.

Whose hand is in the refrigerator downstairs?

Where is my little daughter Maggie! ?

Munk took a step back, clattering as if stepping in a pool of thick water.

Looking down, I don’t know when the floor has been covered with dark liquid, and the source of the liquid is the neatly stacked gift boxes.

“No…no…no…”

Munk stretched out his trembling hands to the gift boxes in despair, but he didn’t dare to open the boxes.

[Happy rays shine on the earth, holy angels create miracles…]

At this moment, a familiar cell phone ringtone suddenly came from his wife Amy’s jacket pocket. It was Amy’s cell phone!

I took out my mobile phone and saw that the number displayed was unknown.

beep–

[Good evening~ Director Munk, do you like the “surprise” I gave you? 】

“Who are you?”

[Tsk tusk, it’s a cliché reaction. In fact, you can ask more high-end, such as-‘Where is Maggie’? 】

“…Where is Maggie?”

[Self-deceptive question, look down at those gift boxes, if you are lucky, open the first box and you will find Miss Maggie’s head~]

“Asshole! Who are you! Why are you targeting my family! They are innocent! Come at me if you have anything!”

[Oh hoo hoo… “Innocent”? 】

The joking in the voice from the phone turned into coldness:

[Don’t you think these methods of death are familiar? Roda Kindom’s daughter and son-in-law were tortured by you in every possible way, in front of their daughters, one was divided alive and the other was shot to death, and then they gave Roda Kindom a pistol with only one bullet. He chose to commit suicide or give his granddaughter a joy. Do you remember his choice? 】

“Are you trying to avenge Roda Kindom? I assure you that you will die ten thousand more painful than him…”

Munk’s angry roar stopped because he heard a familiar cry in the phone.

“You, what did you do to my son? Bastard! Let him go! Let Ike go!” Munk wailed as he grabbed the phone.

[Answer my previous question, do you remember Roda Kindom’s choice at that time? 】

“…He, he chose to end his granddaughter’s life and bear all the torture by himself. Listen to me, you really don’t have to be like this, Roda Kindom is dead, we can talk about…”

【Then what? Say, tell the final fate of Roda Kindom. 】

“Please, please… let him go…” Munk pleaded bitterly, but he immediately heard a mournful scream from the phone, followed by the sound of objects falling to the ground. Listening to this sound, it’s either an ‘arm’ or a ‘calf’.

【Say. 】

Munk collapsed and screamed: “The bullet in that pistol is specially made! It is a corrosive bullet made by an artisan! Roda Kindom watched his granddaughter slowly rot in the screams. Thirty minutes! Then they burned Roda Kindom with a flamethrower! Those were all the above orders, not my hands! Please let him go! My son doesn’t know anything! He is innocent of!”

[Then, it’s your turn to choose. “Burn alive” and “Rotten to death”, you choose one, and the rest will go to your son. Come, choose. 】

“Please don’t be like this…really, you really don’t have to be like this!”

Munk prayed desperately, but the expected reinforcements still showed no sign of coming, and there was another sound of heavy objects falling on the phone, and the screams of Munk’s son echoed in his ears.

[We can play like this all night, have you seen Mrs. Amy’s hand? As long as I want, I can cut off the flesh of Mr. Ike while letting him grow up again. I call this game ‘Ling Chi’. Oh, by the way, don’t wait for those reinforcements, they can’t come. 】

“…You can’t compete with the entire country! This is V5! It’s the United States of Sahelta! You will not end well!” Munk roared last like a trapped beast.

【……Yes? Then you can see it in hell. 】

The voice sounded behind Munk. When he looked back, only the raging flames and the indifferent voice came into view:

“Watching me completely destroy this country in hell.”