TWISTED VENGEANCE [18+]

CHAPTER 2

The man who appeared like a ghost raised a steel knife, and the scream was immediately sealed in his mouth. The tip of the knife slid across her collarbone, and the bleeding blade accompanied the heavy footsteps, and blood dripped wantonly.

The middle-aged man was frightened by the sudden appearance of the tall black shadow and froze in place. Cairo raised his lips, took out a rope and tied him up.

The camera was set up on the opposite side. The top killers can always satisfy the different fetishes of their employers. Mistresses are killed directly, but men who cheat on their wives obviously need more punishment.

At the other end of the video, an elegant woman was holding a glass of bright red wine, her legs crossed, her back was graceful, her hair was smooth and beautiful at night, but there was a protruding Adam's apple on her throat.

He has tried his best to make himself look like a woman, but he still lacks the charm and function that a woman should have, and he can't keep the heartless playboy.

It is said that scumbags have no heart, but Cairo is a natural killer, a genius in studying torture. He can find the most suitable way to kill his prey, and hatred is vented freely. His killing is an art, and every scene is amazing.

The red dot under the lens has the rhythm of life's breathing. Cairo took out a brand new knife, focused on the prey's face, gave him some anesthetic, and then cut off his face.

"Ah!——"

hysterical scream, the dose of anesthetic is very small, supporting him not to faint.

The man was skilled in skinning and soon got a complete face. He carefully placed it in the ice box and stared at the head with exposed muscles.

The red texture was still jumping, the blood vessels were flowing clearly, everything was so perfect.

The person on the other end of the video was adding more, he cut a small hole in his wrist and began to pump air in.

The primitive and painful skinning method soon made the person swell up like a balloon, and the skin was peeled off.

The person took his last breath in pain, he put the red flesh together with the female corpse in the bathroom, posing in an ambiguous posture like before death, dug out the heart and put it in the ice box, the tall back disappeared in the rain, and a few blood lines flowed on the ground.

"Cairo, very good, madam is very satisfied."

The man sat on the chair, his features were handsome and sharp, his eyes stared at the rolling hills, and he had no expression in the face of praise. Sammy seemed to be used to his indifference and just pushed the card over gently.

"But you seem a little anxious."

Cairo raised his eyebrows. He played with the blade, which had a piece of tissue on it.

That gentle smile was a little dazzling, but it appeared in front of him from time to time. That graceful figure made the already windy rooftop even more chaotic. The sky and the earth were mortal enemies, but they were mixed together.

Cairo closed his eyes and forced the shadow away.

"Traffic jam."

There was a sound of car outside. A black car drove past the window. The wheels were also ink-colored, like a ghost breaking into the sand.

Sammy didn't hide the fact that Cairo was still there and made a phone call.

"Bring them all to the C field."

The man looked at the place where the car disappeared thoughtfully, and his calm eyes moved slightly.

"Can I participate?"

Sammy seemed to have heard something incredible, and his fat face was piled up.

"Are you interested?"

Cairo had already passed the test for novices. It was just a rich lady choosing a bodyguard, which was far from worth Cairo's personal dispatch.

"Yes."

A shocking answer. Cairo had no interest in anything except killing, including women.

Sammy couldn't think of any reason, but he still chose to agree.

Two rows of men stood neatly on the sandy ground. The scorching sun above their heads shone with several halos. Their naked upper bodies were dark and strong, and sweat flowed along the grooves of their muscles.

"Two people in a group, you can start."

With an order, the man standing in the front row turned to the people behind him, punching and kicking like the wind, and the blood vessels and muscles in his arms were like mountains and rivers.

The sun burned the hormones of the young men. After a fierce duel, everyone had more or less scars on their bodies.

The leader was satisfied and regretful. These young men he had personally trained for more than ten years were the best killers. They had done many things for the organization and had countless blood on their hands. There were many outstanding ones among them, and he wanted to keep them for selfish reasons.

But the rules cannot be broken. He looked at the most silent young man. The Suzaku, who had been bathed in fire, was once again in the flames. The man's feathers had been tempered by fire and were as dazzling as gold. He would undoubtedly be the king of this duel.

He leaned against the wooden fence and panted softly. His honey-colored skin was scarred and shiny. Sweat kept dripping from the deep ravines. The hole was pierced by a hideous and bloodthirsty evil god, which added a bit of brutality to his handsome face.

The loser made way for the winner. They were no longer the same. In a place with a strict hierarchy, Cairo always received many looks.

"Brother Cairo, it's great that we are still together, but I can't live with you."

Gemma wanted to hug his neck, but he avoided her silently.

In the evening, they sat in the restaurant. The white tablecloth and clean tableware made Cairo slightly stunned. He hadn't seen them for many years.

This meal was particularly exquisite. The smell of alcohol began to become obvious in the rising temperature. Cairo pursed his lips and deliberately avoided drinking. Due to his professional habits for many years, he would unconsciously pay attention to the actions of people around him in crowded places.

Through the layers of curtains, a flower fragrance drifted into the glass room. Cairo followed the smell and saw only a skirt that was about to float away.

"Mia is here to pick someone? Which Miss?"

"Who else could it be with the last name Collin?"

"Can I go? How should I tell Sammy?"

Gently rubbing his fingertips, the man's eyes flickered. He was very familiar with the swaying posture of the skirt, which was the unique grace of Mia.

The butterfly flying on the flames didn't know that its wings would be burned.

He didn't want to drink, but this surname made him feel hot inside, like drinking poison to quench thirst, putting out fire with fire, the spiciness flowed through his intestines, and his pupils became colder and colder.

"If you can follow Miss Mia, you don't have to stay here anymore."

Sammy, who was sitting in the main seat, stood up silently and walked out of the glass door. As soon as he left, the glass room was locked up. The familiar scene made the young people who were still communicating at first silent, and the atmosphere became subtle.

When they came in, their weapons were taken away, and they didn't have swords or guns. Now they are not only competing for opportunities, but also for a brand new life.

The reward this time was too tempting, even Cairo, who seemed to have no desires, participated, which made the result even more unpredictable.

Gemma leaned against the wall and pressed her body close to Cairo.

"Brother Cairo, I will follow you."

The tone of great trust, sincere and pious. However, the next second, she took out the candlestick that had been hidden in her sleeves and stabbed Cairo's eyes.

The long-prepared counterattack was waiting for him. The candlestick was pinched by the iron hand, and Gemma's wrist was crushed together.

Killers don't have any feelings to speak of. They have to fight for the right to survive, and they have to fight for everything by themselves. People who value feelings have died in the trial more than ten years ago. This man has never trusted anyone, and he has no sadness of betrayal. He decisively and neatly strangled the girls neck.

A killing spree broke out in the glass room. The table was overturned, and the exquisite dishes and plates on the table were shattered on the ground. With the infiltration of red wine, the floor seemed to be flowing with a river of blood.

Picking up a piece of ceramic fragments, familiar faces who had been with him for more than ten years fell under his hands one by one. He cut the throat of the last person, and fresh blood flowed in the palm lines. Cairo raised the broken fragments on the edge and gestured to the upstairs, showing a slightly excited expression for the first time.

The eldest daughter, who was the center of attention, was wearing her brother's suit. She was targeted when she first arrived in Las Vegas. If it weren't for her brother who saved her and her father, it would never be as simple as just injuring her arm.

She walked past the glass room, her eyes still lingering on it.

"Are these people reliable?"

The girl's neckline was very low, and her slender neck and plump breasts were white and full. Her beauty should have attracted all the men's attention, but because of the power behind her, even Sammy didn't dare to look at her any more. He lowered his head and answered her: "Miss Mia, no one is more reliable than these guys."

Mia nodded. Her arm was still very painful. A girl who had never walked on the road much had never been so frightened.

She turned and left, not knowing that the glass room behind her had become a Shura field. The man who had just stood out wiped the blood on the glass. The fishy smell shocked his mind. His bright red face turned towards the direction she left, and gradually raised the corners of his lips.

"Cairo, I knew that the last person left must be you. You will always be the most ferocious beast."

The fangs at the man's hole were splashed with blood, as if they had just come out of his body and bit these people to death. The sharp teeth had rough serrations, and every drop of blood on them was a piece of torn flesh.

Cairo was alone, with only two pieces of clothing in his luggage, and a small bag could hold all his belongings.

Before leaving, he was taken to the front of the hall, passing by more than a dozen brand new tombs, and the glass room where they had dinner the night before.

The room stood quietly not far away.

"What do you mean?"

Cairo stared at the black cloth and raised his eyebrows to ask the person opposite.

"Brother Cairo, you wear it yourself. This is the rule of the Collin family."

"Heh..." The man's tongue tip scraped across his cheek flesh, and he grabbed the cloth strip with his palm tightly, and the honey-brown rough skin was almost broken with a few blood lines.

The man was frightened by his sudden change of aura and was silent, thinking that he was going to have a tantrum, but Cairo cooperated and put on the cloth strip.

The road was bumpy, and the man swallowed his Adam's apple slightly. The back of his hand pressed behind his back contradicted his calm face. He couldn't bear the desire to grasp it, and his bony muscles were tense.

When he got off the car, he smelled the fragrance of that night. He was very close to her, so close that her whole body was in his control.

Because it was not easy to get close to her, this smell was precious to him.

The source of the fragrance was the girl sitting in the courtyard. She looked like she had just gotten up not long ago. Her white skirt was just above her knees, and her hair had no trace of being carefully groomed that night, and it was casually draped over her shoulders.

The lazy dress made her look more pure, at least on the outside.

She saw Cairo standing at the gate of the yard, with a cold and gloomy look, which was worthy of his status.

"Hello."

Mia politely extended her hand to him. Cairo stared at her hand, and he shook it after the person beside him coughed.

The soft touch was about to melt on the calluses in his palm, and his eyes went all the way to her other arm wrapped in bandages.

His masterpiece.

"Cairo."

"My name is Mia, I heard you are very good." There was a little girl's excitement in her tone. She was less than 20 years old, just in the prime of youth and loveliness.

Cairo did not show any more expression because of her praise, but just nodded gently, "You are too flattering."

"This person..." Mia watched the housekeeper take Cairo away, "I am afraid he is an ice lump."

In the evening, the doctor changed her medicine for the last time.

"Will it leave scars?"

The doctor did not dare to answer too directly, "In theory, it should disappear slowly."

Then there will still be scars.

Mia could not hide her loss, but fortunately the doctor gave her scar removal cream, which temporarily relieved her frown.

The shooting that night left an indelible shadow on her. Her parents and brother were not there, and the night was like a flood, which seemed to flow in through the cracks in the window.

"Dang dang dang--"

She knocked on a door, not sure if she had knocked on the right door.

There was no response from inside for a long time, and just when she was about to leave, the door suddenly opened. The man held the door handle and stopped the movement of opening the door. His hair was dripping with water, and he was only wearing a bath towel. His naked chest was right in front of her.

In the quick encounter in the morning, Mia did not notice that Cairo was so much taller than her. He was imposing and his drooping eyelashes were full of depth.

She stood in front of him, small and pitiful, her face facing the tattoo on his hole. The evil god with fangs looked like a human but not a human.

As he breathed, the evil god was injected with life. She looked up in surprise, Cairo was glaring at her, his pupils were surging and gathering power, as if he wanted to suck her in.

"That..."

She regretted that she did not take a look at what this bodyguard looked like before bringing him back. How could she live with a man like this? He was far worse than her cousin. No matter how smart a girl is, she is still a delicate flower in a greenhouse, especially when she is afraid, she will expose everything on her face.

Cairo realized that he seemed to be too cold. He was a bodyguard and should be subservient to the lady. He did not expect that before he could find it, the little prey had been delivered to his door. He could not wait to see Mr. Collin's torture after losing his loved ones, and endure all his pain again.

"Miss, is there something wrong?"

The girl's eyebrows were tangled. She forgot the purpose of coming here because of him. Mia regretted it even more. He looked cold and indifferent, not like a normal person. At least no one had been so indifferent to her before him.

In addition, she had never seen a person with so many scars on his body. Gunshot wounds and knife wounds almost crossed the entire upper body, and there were many circular marks that did not look like gunshot wounds.

At this time, the wind blew open the window opposite. With a "creak", Mia hugged her shoulders in a panic.

"Ah!——"

Cairo raised his eyebrows slightly and protected the woman behind him.

"Miss, it's just the wind." A man and a woman were alone, and the man was only wrapped in a bath towel. The ambiguous atmosphere should have risen. But Cairo only stared at her fair neck, imagining how much sweet juice was hidden in the flowing blood vessels. And Mia only looked at the back door, fearing that some monsters would come out, and no one could see the current situation clearly.

She finally remembered what she was going to do here.

"It's too dark outside. You sleep in my outer room tonight."

Cairo raised his eyebrows slightly and went back to the house to put on his clothes.

Mia's room is a two-room room with a cloakroom. There is no bed in the outer room. She called someone to drag a bed for Cairo, but he had already undressed and lay on the sofa.

So many scars, like ugly bugs. The woman shuddered, picked up the scar removal cream on the table and handed it to him.

"This is given to me by the doctor. You can use it first. I don't know if it can be removed after so long."

After that, she hurried into the house and locked the door.

Maybe someone was watching outside, and this person was so cold that even gods and ghosts could not approach him. Mia fell asleep quickly without even drying her hair.

So when the door opened quietly, her damp hair was not blown up by the night wind.

The scar removal cream has never been opened. It lies quietly on the coffee table, covered with knife scratches.