TWISTED VENGEANCE [18+]

CHAPTER 1

The door was opened many times. The man looked at the people coming and going with an expressionless face. His tall body stood in the shadow of the corner. The night fell on the earth for a long time, but he was wearing sunglasses.

He walked into the door with the flowing crowd, raised his hands on both sides and passed the metal detector. He found the staff bathroom with ease and took out a gun from the water tank.

The opening ceremony of the new casino was another city that never sleeps and was full of debauchery. The man surrounded by people had black eyes that were different from most people. He smiled elegantly, and his pride was full of glory. He was hateful for more than ten years.

His gentle wife was embraced by him, and his two children followed him closely. Cairo pinched the gun with his fingertips and twisted it out of rust. The hatred condensed into a scarlet spider web, which almost entangled him and made him crazy.

The girl next to her parents was wearing a red dress, which was carefully cut to size. Her straight and slender limbs swayed. The deep collar that tempted imagination, a deep ravine extended to the darkness.

The warm color of the long skirt makes her skin look even paler. Purity and desire are intertwined. Light and shadow flow in her pupils, and her thick eyelashes dance like feather fans.

Mia doesn't like crowded places. She winks at her brother to indicate that she wants to leave.

Louis tilted his head slightly and watched his sister walk out of the hall in high heels.

"Huh..."

The heat dissipated after sunset. Mia rubbed her red cheeks and sprayed moisturizing water on her face in the mirror.

Las Vegas is just a dry city to her. Her delicate skin is covered with a layer of rouge in the hot air.

"Bang! - Bang! -"

Suddenly, there were several explosions, and the broken crystal chandelier fell to the ground, shining brightly only once in a lifetime.

The girl's graceful figure was very eye-catching. Cairo had already noticed that she had left the hall.

She stood in front of the sink and looked around. The water stains on the ground clearly reflected her slender figure.

The apple of Mr. Collin's eye, a delicate flower hidden in a high pavilion, the man approached her like a ghost, the ceramic dagger slipped out of his sleeve and attacked her waist.

If he killed her, Mr. Collin would be able to taste the pain of gnawing at his heart.

The shattering of the crystal lamp was harsh and dazzling, different from the fireworks of celebration. Mia looked out and ran out of the door and passed by a man.

He wore sunglasses at night, could he be a blind man?

Subconsciously, Mia grabbed him.

"Don't go! It's dangerous over there."

The dagger suddenly retracted into his sleeve, and the man raised his eyebrows slightly, his disguised face covering the slight changes in his expression.

What is she going to do? Is the eldest lady playing some game?

The woman held his hand, warmly soothing his wildly beating pulse. He seemed to have lost his memory, forgetting that he came to kill her, and didn't know why he let her take him away.

He stared at the two people's hands clasped together, or rather, the woman pulled him unilaterally.

The soft palm was the softness he hadn't touched for a long time. Like a real blind man, he entrusted his safety to a person he wanted to kill.

The chaos, he created himself.

Mia was not very familiar with this place. As she walked, she reminded the man to be careful, her voice trembling with forced calmness.

Through the sunglasses, Cairo could see clearly that the white nose and forehead were full of crystals, and her eyes were trembling. She was afraid and panicked.

With a sense of interest, he deliberately slowed down his pace and began to stumble. The prey took the killer away. It was indeed something that only a young lady like her could do. I just don't know if she would still take him with her if he becomes a burden to her.

"What's wrong with you? Are you not feeling well?"

Cairo nodded slightly. Mia looked around. The exit was two meters away. They had already walked out of the range of the explosion.

Mia sat down next to him. He was now a "blind man" and just squinted at the woman's delicate face.

Her facial features were beautiful and a little coquettish, but her black and white almond eyes had a pure temperament. A pair of pink lips opened and closed gently, and her pearly teeth were looming.

Finally, his sight stopped at her breasts. The low-necked dress exposed more of her fullness. He gradually narrowed his eyes, and the prey suddenly smelled the sweetness of his food.

"It should be fine here. My dad will come to see me later."

The name of dad touched Cairo's sensitive nerves. He suddenly narrowed his eyes, and the murderous intent ignited in his black pupils again.

"Click."

There was a very slight sound behind the door, the sound of the safety being removed.

There were more than one pair of eyes staring at the Collin family here. Mia lowered her eyes, not knowing that danger was approaching. The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at the girl's eyebrows, and he did not regard the man next to her as a threat at all.

The man was about to pull the trigger, but the blade that was supposed to be aimed at the girl's heart turned around, and his wrist flexibly turned and shot behind the door.

The noise at the other end of the corridor covered the muffled sound of people falling to the ground. Mia stared at the door, took out a pistol from her handbag and pointed it there tremblingly.

Cairo was stunned for a moment, then curled his lips and watched the girl's counterattack leisurely.

"Mia...."

The door of the escape passage was pushed open at this time, and Louis rushed into the corridor with a smell of gunpowder.

The smile in Cairo's eyes disappeared instantly, and he turned over and jumped over the partition and left through the back door.

"Brother!"

Mia held her brother's face and looked at it carefully, then turned back to find the man just now was gone.

"Eh? Where are he?"

"Who?"

Louis didn't see anyone here, but he smelled an unusual smell in the smoke.

The two doors were open to the left and right. The commotion just now was just someone being scratched by the fragments of the crystal chandelier, and the fishy smell was far more than just here.

He pulled open the door suddenly, and the body lying on the ground had its eyes open, with a ceramic knife stuck in the hole.

Louis pulled out the knife and weighed it twice. It was exquisitely made. Through the light, there was not a single metal wire inside, and it could perfectly pass the monitoring of the metal detector.

"Mia, who did you just say?"

The girl pursed her lips, "A blind man."

"Blind man?" Louis repeated the two words and wiped the blood off the blade.

At the junction of evening and night, the sunlight gradually disappeared from sight.

The house with mud-plaster walls had narrow and small windows hanging overhead. The little boy was much taller than his peers, and he couldn't get out even if he curled up.

He held a spoon that was much longer than his arm and kept stirring in the pot. The green leaves outside the window were full of vitality, which contrasted sharply with the deadness in his eyes.

"Cairo."

The woman walked in. The irritable man was not there. This relatively kind woman kept looking behind her and quietly untied the shackles on the boy's ankles.

There was an indelible red scar on the little ankle, and the iron was about to sink into the bone marrow. Since he was four years old, for seven or eight years, he had been in the hands of various people, and his feet were all without exception with long iron chains, like livestock.

"Are you hungry?"

The woman was about the same age as her mother, with cracked and rough hands, covered with indelible scars. She secretly took out a piece of bread from her bosom and handed it to him. The boy took it and put his dark fingers directly into his mouth. His extremely calm eyes were like a still painting, and even a stone thrown at it could not cause any ripples.

"Bang!——"

The wooden door was kicked open, and the old hinges could not withstand such violent kicks and hits, and flew straight out and hit the wall.

The woman subconsciously hugged the child. Just as her arms were on him, a silver light flashed in her peripheral vision, and then a fishy and hot liquid sprayed on his face, and the bright red splashed into his eyeballs and wrapped around his black eyeballs. He closed his eyes and shed two lines of blood and tears.

The head bounced on the ground, the hair became more messy, and the gaps were filled with sand.

Cairo's collar was pulled by someone, and he had difficulty breathing. He opened his eyes full of blood spots, and he was still in his own hut.

Walking to the sink, the faded faucet was rusty, and the genitals that woke up with him pushed out a huge tent in his shorts, and the top was slightly wet.

"Dangdang."

Someone knocked on the door. When she looked into the peephole, she saw a prostitute standing at the door, twisting her coquettish body. The strong perfume could be smelled through the door. Cairo was displeased. He lowered his brows, and the temperature dropped to freezing point in an instant.

"Get lost."

The prostitute stopped pinching and cursed in a low voice.

"Stupid pig."

After saying that, she was about to go to another house. Just as she turned around, a dark shadow suddenly passed by. She thought it was someone else, but it turned out to be a man who stood in front of her and blocked her way.

"Want to play?"

She naturally thought that the man regretted it. She took out a condom from the bag with her scarlet nails and shook it, revealing a smile that she thought was charming.

"Um--"

But the next second, the condom fell to the ground, and an iron palm pinched her neck and lifted her whole person up, and then lifted her up.

The sound of broken bones was covered by the messy and small movements. Her mouth that couldn't be closed was covered with saliva, and her wide-open eyes burst into many blood spots in an instant.

The man looked at the prostitute's face with cold eyes, slowly turning from blue to gray, and then skillfully pulled out a garbage bag from under the bed and put it on her.

The cigarette ash burned a hole in the high-end chair.

The man didn't even look at it, smoking one cigarette after another, and glaring at the people coming and going in the neon colors.

With a gun tied to his calf, Cairo sneaked into the club with a fake identity. Among a group of enchanting women.

The slender shadow shuttled back and forth, holding a gift box in her hand, she was so shining among a group of celebrities.

Cairo remembered that body, and the warmth of her sweaty palms.

The man leaned slightly, and the woman's back bumped into his arms.

Soft and fragrant, a thousand times softer than the palm of his hand, he was stunned for a moment.

"Sorry."

Mia apologized to him very seriously, and the wine glass that hit the table spilled a little, just landing on his clothes.

The man stared at the stained place expressionlessly. Through the thick mask and hair, Mia couldn't see his appearance and emotions, and took out a pack of paper and handed it to him.

Cairo glared at her, this time without sunglasses, and not in the dark corridor.

The woman was delicate and beautiful, and her big eyes sparkled charmingly under the light. She was deeply loved by her parents and brother, stepped on soft carpets when she went out, and lived in a house with almost constant temperature. Her skin, which had not been eroded by rain, wind and frost, was as soft as the moonlight covering the snow, charming and moving.

He stared at her for a long time, and his heartbeat became a little abnormal. This feeling was unprecedented. Could it be that the tension of becoming a killer was only late in the trial of his mother?

Desire was hidden in the dark eyes, but unfortunately he could not see it, and the killing intent was forced to replace it.

Mia turned and left. Cairo suddenly squeezed the paper bag tightly. The cute little bear was twisted by the flesh until his face was as hideous as a demon, and the fragrance filled his hands.

Even the tissues were so cute, how did that cruel man raise such a delicate daughter?

The tip of the knife slid across the tissues, cutting her apology into many pieces.

The office area on the top floor was different from the chaos downstairs. The father and son talked face to face, and the stagnant atmosphere dissipated as the door was pushed open.

"Mia."

A father is always kind to his daughter. He took the gift box from his daughter. Today is his birthday. The father and daughter were about to speak when the surroundings became dark.

The building with the lights off was as dark as another world. The man stood on the top floor and threw away the cleaner's clothes. The moonlight engraved into his deep eyebrows, and the hem of his clothes swayed in the night wind.

The flying rope stretched out and jumped off the rooftop in a moment.

The strong wind poured into his ears, and his hair fluttered in disarray. He jumped onto the small platform outside the office window and stood firm. He loaded the silenced gun neatly and aimed it at the only glowing object in the window.

The gift box was faintly fluorescent, and Mia didn't remember touching such a thing.

"Bang bang bang bang!——"

A series of sweeps, the glass instantly shattered into countless chips and flew in all directions. Louis flew over and knocked down his father and sister, and placed the father and daughter in the corner.

"Mia?" A stream of warm liquid flowed into Mr. Collin's hands. He hugged his daughter who was groaning softly, and his voice trembled.

"Well"

The man outside the window looked at his watch. The power-off device could only last for two minutes, but he deviated from the muzzle when the bullet was fired.

The fatal negligence made him lose the opportunity. He pulled the flying rope behind him, and the rebound force carried his body away from the spot.

The lights were restored after he reached the big roof. The place would be sealed off and strictly checked immediately. The club was in chaos. He changed back into cleaner's clothes and left from the freight elevator.

The injured Mia was carried into the car by her brother. The blood spread like a net, making her skin look even whiter.

She looked weak and frightened like a bird. Cairo stood leisurely on the other side of the street, watching the girl slowly close her eyes indifferently.

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The positioning on the car kept flashing. There was still half an hour before he was to deliver the task tonight. No one would have thought that the top killer who always abided by professional ethics would actually fish in troubled waters and rush to complete the employer's task.

The middle-aged man hugged the sexy and hot beauty and kissed in the corridor, and the sound of saliva was disgusting. The moment the door opened, the two almost rushed into the door, and couldn't wait to give their bodies to each other, and fell on the bed along the wall.

His kiss was fierce, and the two white breasts were pulled out of the bra and grasped in his hands. The white meat was like liquid, constantly flowing out from the fingers.

They tore off all the clothes on each other, and the middle-aged man opened his legs carelessly. The battle-hardened tool between his legs could also stand tall after taking the medicine. The mistress also understood his heart, and she held the p***s in her mouth and stroked it up and down. Her clever tongue had been practiced on different men for many years, and she knew what men couldn't stand. She licked and sucked his sensitive points, the grooves and holes that secreted crystal liquid, and deliberately sucked out a sound.

He didn't have much sperm to torment this kind of goblin, and he wanted to use the ferocity maintained by the x drug on her. He patted his mistress's butt with his palm, and sighed in approval from his throat. The mistress understood, and then got up and sat on the crown head, screaming exaggeratedly.

There were lightning and thunder outside the window, and the rain seemed to have started from the moment they entered the house. The entangled man and woman kept humming, but the time was shorter. The place where they intercourse was dripping with juice, and white overflowed. The man ended the fight with a roar.

The man leaned against the wall, his handsome face covered with water vapor, and the rain washed away the smell of cigarettes. He looked at the rain in front of the eaves, countless clear beads hanging, and the quiet and elegant night scene, but it was a pity that he was about to vomit.

Although he had never tried it before, it was hard to judge the time, but by comparison, it was always clear that the size was not very good, and it was a useless thing.

Afterwards, the woman was sorting out her clothes in the bathroom. When she turned around, a flash of lightning passed through the sky, and a shadow that should not have appeared was cast on the wall.

A deadly killer appeared.