The Price I Can't Afford to Pay

Tick, tick, tick...

The sweat on Donald's face kept dripping down, gradually matching with the sound of blood dripping in the entire building.

After an unknown period of time, the gunshots and shouts outside the room suddenly disappeared.

Donald knew that if nothing went wrong, the people outside might have gone to see God.

Only the dozen or so bodyguards he had left in the room were still alive.

A thousand gunmen and two hundred bounty hunters were actually so vulnerable.

Was the other party a devil?

Why were so many bullets and rockets killed and couldn't stop this guy?

But don't underestimate him too much!

After almost becoming a loner, Donald was also aroused to ferocity, his eyes dead on the door of the room, and a remote control squeezed in his hand.

He knew that he might be killed, so how could he not have any trump cards left?

The reason why he chose to fight the enemy here was not only because of the confidence brought by the number of people, but also because he secretly planted countless bombs in the entire building!

It was enough to flatten the entire building ten times!

If he couldn't survive, then he would bring the other party to hell!

This was Donald's will to struggle to survive in the slums.

He had a rotten life, so no one would use porcelain to touch the earthen jar.

That was why he, this rotten earthen jar, had relied on this death-defying ferocity to survive, and then walked step by step to where he was today.

Even though the current life of a paper drunkard had already corroded him, making him unable to connect himself with that broken earthen jar.

But today, reality had taught him a lesson.

In some people's eyes, he was still the same broken earthen jar that could be abandoned at any time. Nothing changed.

Then let him, this broken jar, show his last value!

Being able to drag the most popular super killer for nearly ten years to go to hell together, perhaps his name could also be passed down for dozens of years!

The footsteps were closer, closer.

Someone was already standing outside the door!

Donald tried hard to calm himself down, but he still subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

Before he pressed the remote control in his hand and died together, he tried to give each other a chance to live.

So he said, "Although I don't know who hired you to kill me, if you are willing to give up this mission, I can pay double the reward, no, three times!"

"And you don't have to worry that I will take revenge on you. After today, the name Donald will disappear completely. No one will find trouble with you."

The person outside the door seemed to be silent for a moment, and then a voice came faintly.

"It sounds good, but you may not be able to pay this price."

Donald was suddenly shocked. He was not afraid of the other party's exorbitant demand, but he was afraid that the other party would have to abide by the principles of a bullshit killer.

"Give me a number. I'll get someone to transfer it to you right now, or you can choose the way to trade. Anything is fine. Cough, cough." Donald hurriedly said. He seemed to have coughed twice because he was in a hurry, and his face was red.

"Unfortunately, there were 23 people who died for me to kill you, and you only have one life. So you really can't afford this price."

Donald's expression froze. It turned out that the other party did not really want to let him go, but was playing him!

Knowing that he might not be able to do a good deed today, Donald's hidden viciousness erupted once again.

"If you want me to die, then die with me! Now, as long as I press down lightly, the entire building will be blown into the sky!"

"If you pressed down earlier, there might be a decent death, but now you no longer have the chance, because the time is up."

"You forced me to do this!"

Donald shouted, his fingers about to press down.

However, a strange scene appeared. His right hand suddenly cramped, and the remote control fell to the ground.

He was just about to bend down to pick it up, but he choked on his own saliva. He immediately began to cough violently. He fell to his knees and pinched his throat hard, as if he was going to cough out his lungs.

Then his eyes widened, and he fell to the ground with a plop.

The famous Mafia Leader, Donald, had actually been suffocated to death in the end. It was simply unbelievable!

The door had been silently opened at some point in time.

Silver light flashed!

The remaining dozen or so gunmen had yet to recover from their shock when they were killed.

After getting rid of the bloodstains on the sword, Haru carried it on his back again. Then, he squatted down and picked up the remote control on the ground. Then, he took out a faded photo from his pocket and threw it on Donald.

The photo was a picture of a nun and 22 children. The background was an orphanage.

However, that place no longer existed. overnight, the entire orphanage was directly flattened, and all the living people in it were buried. Then, the iconic building under their feet was built there.

"Good stuff, what a waste of resources."

A box of expensive cigars was directly stuffed into his pocket.

After he had killed everyone, Haru began to search the room, completely disregarding the fact that he might be stepping on tons of explosives.

After all, he only symbolically accepted a silver coin for this deal. Moreover, today was the birthday of the troublesome woman at home. He wanted to see if he could pick up a few gifts to go back, so that he would not have to specially buy them.

"I'm such a filial son with a filial heart!" Haru exclaimed.

After a simple search, Haru sighed and left.

Obviously, the valuable things had already been transferred away.

Drip!

After walking for a few hundred meters, Haru lit up a cigar and held it in his mouth. Then, he took out the remote control and pressed it lightly.

Boom!

The newly built building was instantly blown up into the sky, and the light of the fire shone on the surface before finally collapsing!

The violent wind pressure blew at the hem of Haru's clothes, and the cigar in his mouth burned even more brightly.

Then he seemed to think of something. He took out his phone and dialed a number. "It's me. The location has been sent to you. When will the helicopter arrive?"

Click...

The remote control was directly thrown away, and Haru's figure gradually drifted away.

As expected of him, it was another perfect assassination!

On the same day, two elderly people reported on the television at home that Donald Gang had been wiped out, and even the headquarters building had been blown into the sky. Then, they silently wiped the photos in their hands.

It was a happy photo of a family of three. The girl in the photo was wearing nun clothes, looking beautiful and noble.

Then, with a clatter, tears blurred her eyes, and then fell on the photo one by one.

The girl in the middle seemed to show an apologetic smile.