I don’t want to look at the sanctimonious faces of those in heaven.
If she sees those winged things, she will go crazy and attack them with all her strength.
Sneijder came over and hugged her, who was no longer crying but was shaking all over.
Cheng Qianxun also hugged Sneijder and turned to self-blame and anger.
She buried her head in Sneijder's arms, her voice trembling: "I'm so useless, so useless."
The more reluctant she was to give up, the more she had to give up.
Even though she didn't have to shoot and Sneed would finish it off for her, she did anyway.
If someone wants to kill someone, let her do it.
After all, it is for the purpose of killing, and existence is also for the purpose of killing. . .
"Don't be like this."
Sneijder held her tightly.
After a while, after her mood stabilized a little, he said softly: "Qianxun, something is wrong."
Something was wrong.
Instead of becoming quiet, the surrounding area became noisy.
She raised her head, and what she saw was not a heaven filled with white clouds; . .
In the bustling big city, there are people everywhere.
A homeless man wearing layers of clothes full of stains came over pushing a supermarket trolley that he picked up from nowhere: "Give way, give way."
She was stunned for a moment, stood up slowly, and looked around blankly.
"Didi" a bus drove past with Abbott's campaign poster printed on the bus. . .
Everything in front of me is exactly the same as when I first came to this scene.
"Look at this."
Rudolph picked up a newspaper from the newsstand nearby and opened it to them.
On the front page were two photos.
The person in one picture is lying on the street.
A piece of clothing was covering his head, and a policeman was standing nearby investigating.
And the other one was the handsome face of Albert, who had been beaten to death by her.
"We are back to the original time."
Rudolf concluded.
"It seems like this.
The only difference is..."
Reger looked down at the place where his hand touched.
The black bodyguard suit was still there and the blood was still there.
The hole in the clothes is still there: "My injury is gone."
"Hey, it's up to you whether you want to buy it or not..." the newsstand owner shouted, but when he caught their eyes, he swallowed the rest of his words.
Still taking out his cell phone from his trouser pocket. . .
"Okay, you don't know how to make phone calls.
You just sell newspapers.
You don't make much money.
Give the newspapers to us.
It's time for us to leave."
Gordon stepped forward.
He took the newspaper and spoke to the newsstand owner first.
The newsstand owner was stunned for a long time: "Okay, take the newspaper away.
You can leave quickly."
The time in the newspaper was indeed the day it came.
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Why did the time go back?
Sneijder said what everyone was thinking: "It seems that the task was not completed.
This time we have something to play with."
Except for the injuries, everything else is still there.
In a corner.
Gordon checked his gun and stuffed it behind his waist: "You need to know how many more guns you can get."
Rudolph also expressed regret: "That sniper rifle is really good.
The accuracy is quite good."
"At least we still have this."
Reger took out a wad of money and turned it over: "It's just stained with blood."
In the fast food restaurant, Reger took out a hundred-dollar bill to pay.
The waiter took the money and stared at the blood on the money, which was still wet.
"What are you looking at?"
Regeer glared and opened his suit to reveal a blood-stained shirt: "It's my blood, hurry up and pay."
Cheng Qianxun sat on the chair.
But I couldn't be happy at all.
It wasn't because I was depressed because I didn't complete the task.
"Cheng.
Don't always force yourself."
Rudolph hit the nail on the head and saw through everything: "If you want to kill people, there is me."
Sneijder reached out his hand and gently stroked her hair: "Even if Rudolph is not here, I will still be here."
I don’t want to say anything, maybe Tianjie wants her to kill people, not these teammates.
It is also true that every time she goes to die or kill someone, no teammate will die.
She felt so tired.
Although it was still almost noon, she just wanted to have a good sleep.
He leaned directly on Sneijder's shoulder and closed his eyes.
"Here we come."
Reger brought over a large plate of food: "Cheng, get up and eat.
Don't worry, since you are back, the people who were killed should be fine."
Sneijder interrupted Regel: "There is nothing wrong with your injury.
It looks like you lost a lot of blood."
"Oh, it's okay."
Regel also took off the clothes on his stomach, revealing the skin without a trace, and said something that was very appropriate for the current situation: "I'm full of blood and resurrected."
Everyone started eating, but she had no appetite at all.
I originally thought I could kill people without blinking an eye, but at that time I really felt heartbroken, my heart ached so much.
"Cheng, eat.
It's back to the past.
No one else will remember what happened to us.
If you don't believe it, let's try it after eating."
Although Regeer acted a little heartless, he was still very enthusiastic.
Therapeutic effect.
Rudolf thought about it for a moment: "Last time before we had dinner, I robbed two young gangsters.
I will go look for them later.
They should not be far away."
She cheered up and picked up something to eat.
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According to the current time, it should be dinner time, and it shouldn't be difficult to reverse the half-day time difference.
When he was almost done eating, Rudolph seemed to see something, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth: "They brought it to the door themselves."
Sure enough, it was those two little gangsters.
Even the most blind person would recognize their clothes.
One of them was wearing a skull sweatshirt, just like that day.
With a "boom", a gangster was beaten so hard that he fell onto a trash can and fell with the trash can.
His companion followed and lay down together.
"Brother, you have something to say."
They were beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, so they could only speak softly.
Sneijder rubbed his fists: "Don't worry, it's just a skin injury.
I'm very accurate."
Rudolf walked over, squatted down, and looked at them with evil eyes: "I have always been too ruthless, so I had to ask my brother for help."
"You, what do you want?"
One of them thought of something, took out the money from his pocket, and handed it over with both hands: "Here are you."
Rudolf was not polite and took it without looking at it.
He pinched it with his fingers and said, "That's it.
Where's the rest?"
Obviously he came prepared and knew the basics.
The other one quickly took out the other half from his pocket and handed it over.
"Well, not bad."
Rudolph looked at them left and right: "Do you know me?"
Both of them shook their heads violently.
It seemed that the beating they received today was unclear.
One of them timidly asked: "May I know where the street is from?"
As expected, he didn't recognize him, so Rudolf stuffed the money into his suit pocket: "Tell your boss that you don't have to chase him, or else I'll kill him this time."
After saying that, he turned around and left coolly.
Sneijder took his suit from Reger and put it on as he left.
A young gangster secretly took out a switchblade from his pocket.
When he pressed it with his finger, the sharp knife came out.
He got up with a groan and rushed towards Sneijder.
But he stopped, and the knife slowly slipped from his fingers and bounced on the cement floor, making a relatively clear sound.
"Big, big sister..."
The little gangster was so frightened that he almost peed his pants.
A dark pistol was pointed directly at his nose.
Cheng Qianxun held the pistol and looked at him coldly.
He handed the barrel forward and pressed it against his nose: "Be a good person and stop selling things you shouldn't sell.
Otherwise, you might as well go to God."
"Yes, yes..."
The little gangster nodded repeatedly.
Another man plucked up the courage to grab him, and the two of them turned around and ran away.
Cheng Qianxun and the others called two taxis.
The gangsters had already called their boss and came with seven or eight people.
There were seven or eight people there before, and the whole street behind them was more than enough to deal with seven or eight people, but no one wanted to spend time here, so the five of them got into the taxi calmly.
She looked back, and Sneijder beside her said slowly: "What are you looking at, driving?"
The driver's expression changed, he quickly stepped on the accelerator and drove away quickly.
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The gangsters behind him shouted and chased him.
A baseball bat was thrown over, but it fell three meters away.
"What the hell is going on with you, God..." the driver shouted while driving.
Sneijder said coldly: "Okay, buddy, drive your car.
Do you want me to go to your company to complain?"
The driver choked for a moment, and after a long time he replied: "Okay."
Small hotel, room 117.
It's the same hotel as before, the same room.
Of course, I also spent a "tip" of 300 yuan to the motel owner.
Everything seemed to be back to the beginning.
The difference was that the teammates were all wearing black suits of good quality, with a lot of money in their pockets, and a small pistol on their waist.
And she was wearing a big-name silk skirt worth thousands.
After Rudolf finished writing on the side, he raised the paper he had written: "Okay, this guy's itinerary."
With his brain, he can remember everything, even if he glances at the Holy Book, he can remember more than 70% of it.
"Is it still necessary to follow him?
Obviously killing him won't solve anything."
Regel was lying on the sofa next to him, chewing an apple.
He was too tall, and his feet were sticking out, swaying lazily.
"Yes."
Rudolph turned his head and thought for a moment, probably on purpose, and then said calmly: "But he is very rich...
Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I have written down the next itinerary."
The other teammates looked at each other and then continued to do their own thing.
You are right, this is a world of rich people, and you can do many things with money.
Albert is now the richest man in this city, or even this state.
If he can get his help, many things will be much easier to do.
She sighed slightly: "Do you want me to sacrifice my appearance?"
"Of course."
Regel took the half-eaten apple and said seriously something that was not very moral: "He regards you as a dream of his youth.
In order to preserve such a dream, he did not even touch it.
You.
So rich and powerful, so why not take advantage?"
Gordon, who was wiping his gun aside, added: "You can also give him more things worth remembering, and his life will be more exciting
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