Ica Turns into A Puddle of Mud

At this time, a violent wind suddenly appeared in the clear sky.

All the employees on the roof panicked. They could not control the equipment that was swaying left and right.

"Bang!"

Not far away, they could clearly see one of the ropes had already began to break.

The wind was still raging. The fixed rope could no longer withstand such intensity.

If this continued, it was going to fall!

"Quickly retrieve the platform!"

At this moment, someone immediately gave the command.

The operator immediately raised the platform's operating arm. He wanted to secure the cleaning equipment.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Three consecutive sounds of rope breaking could be heard from the operating arm.

Immediately, the cleaning equipment that was in the air smashed heavily onto the platform.

Under everyone's gaze, the equipment had completely tilted and was only less than half a meter away from the outer building.

"We can't let it fall!"

Someone immediately shouted.

There was no time to react. All of this happened in an instant. It was like the trajectory of fate.

The ear-piercing sound of machines rubbing against each other echoed in the air.

The strong wind caused the operating platform to tilt. It was about to completely flip over.

At this time, no one dared to go forward. In this situation, if anyone were hit by it, their bones would break.

At worst, their internal organs would shatter and they would die on the spot.

Everyone knew the consequences and they could only watch as the event unraveled itself.

With the rapid rotation of the air current, the sound of the cleaning equipment and the platform colliding came from the high sky!

Then, with a piercing sound of metal friction, all the equipment fell from a height of hundreds of meters.

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Ica stood in front of her car.

Ignoring the warnings of the bodyguards around her, Ica played with the pencil on top of the car.

She had also found a pencil at the crime scene of her brother, Ian. It was definitely a connection.

Ica was lost in thought. While she was thinking, the bodyguards were also quietly waiting as they constantly looked around for suspicious people.

It was their mission to keep Ica safe.

It was just that the bodyguards had never thought that this time, the enemy was not around them but above their heads!

A piercing sound suddenly sounded.

"Boom!"

A black shadow with an unclear speed descended from the sky and smashed into Ica's Mercedes-Benz.

Fragments shot out from the equipment and pierced Ica's face.

A piece of shrapnel the size of a playing card instantly cut into Ica's face. It was stuck in her gums.

From the outside, it could be clearly seen that the nerve tissue on her face was completely exposed to the air. It was like a nest of small snakes, still squirming instinctively.

If the shrapnel had cut a little deeper, it would have cut into Ica's nose.

Ica's nasal cavity was instantly flooded with blood. She felt difficulty in breathing.

Two dull and violent impacts followed after.

Ica's hair fell and her body stiffly looked toward the sky.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

An unstoppable force headed toward Ica, the eldest daughter of the Chicago Corporation.

Continuous black shadows fell to the ground at an acceleration from several hundred meters.

Countless cleaning equipment that seemed like meteorites and sharp blades pierced into Ica's body.

Ica's head took the first injury. Then, countless pieces of debris smashed her face into a bloody mess. Her eyes were even pierced by a pair of steel bars.

The debris that was stuck on Ica's gums was directly driven in by the powerful impact and sawed into her nose. Her teeth were even crushed into powder under the impact.

Ica's skull was like a bubble. It was hit directly by the steel fragments.

One could see that the grayish-white brain matter had been churned into a paste under the impact of the huge fragments. It flowed along the wound to the facial muscles that was exposed to the air.

The remaining fragments had dismembered Ica's limbs. It was like a burst of juice.

Her internal organs were squeezed out by the heavy blow. Blood splattered everywhere.

Warm blood and flesh splashed onto the bodyguards' faces.

Ica's upper body was separated into two halves by the heavy objects.

Objects were falling continuously.

Ica's flesh and blood were splattered everywhere. All the bones and flesh of her body were smashed into meat paste.

In less than half a minute, an ordinary and complete person was suddenly turned into a pool of red liquid with dirty blood.

The bodyguards were stunned by this sudden change. They did not even have time to react.

Ica's body and car were smashed into a flat pulp.

Finally, the last heavy object fell to the ground.

The scene was a mess. Everything around the vicinity was destroyed.

At the last moment, Ica understood the meaning of this pencil.

Everything was clear. However, it was too late.

Ica's consciousness went into an endless darkness.

At this time, the bodyguards quickly reacted.

Someone pushed away the objects that had fallen onto Ica. Someone contacted the emergency number.

At this time, their hearts knew that Ica, who had been smashed into a pulp, was dead.

With such a large amount of blood splattered everywhere, even God could not save Ica.

Lott looked at the scene of death, covered with blood and broken limbs, with great satisfaction.

Ica's body no longer looked like a human's.

The high heels on her feet were also shattered into smithereens. It blended into the pool of blood, dyeing it even more red!

A delicate flower died just like that.

Lott did not show any pity, only the pleasure of revenge. It had been a long time since he felt this way.

The system had given him the power of God, but it could not take away his humanity.

At this time, Lott had already left the Chicago Corporation building. He did not need to stay here.

Lott leisurely walked on the road. He looked just like an ordinary person.

No one could imagine that such an ordinary-looking young man had just killed the eldest daughter of Chicago Corporation, Ica.

Lott gently took out a small notebook from his pocket. He struck off Ica's name on it. There were a few more names.

Top of the list was Ian, who had been paralyzed by steel bars. There was another name below Ica's.

Old Ian!

If this was a revenge, Ica's death was just the beginning.

Lott's real goal was to wipe out the entire Chicago crime syndicate.

It was a piece of cake to take action on the two youngsters from Old Ian's family.

Lott would not underestimate the opponent who had created the entire Chicago underworld.

If Lott underestimated his opponent easily, he would be eaten up by this old fox at any time.

The storm in Chicago needed to be more violent.

Lott was very clear on this point.

The next plan could not be as smooth as it was now.

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