Chapter 186
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'I can't understand why you turned into a Bruno so unlike the person I used to know?"
Bruno's expression was cold, as he looked straight at her, his deep blue eyes carrying an intense desire to possess.
The corner of his lips smiled faintly, he took a pistol from the waistband behind his military uniform, his movements quickly inserted a bullet, and brought it in front of Bertha.
Bertha looked down, her expression serious. "What do you mean?"
'Bertha, with your canary's strength, he couldn't resist for more than five minutes. You can choose to coldly observe and watch that woman torture him to death in cruel, blood-smelling ways. Me, that is also considered a punishment for him."
He paused slightly, then continued speaking. 'Either you use this pistol that only has one bullet, kill that woman, or, you can also kill the canary yourself that doesn't listen to you, giving him a comfortable death, how is it?"
Bertha's eyes were terrified, she couldn't believe it, she looked at him wide.
'You are crazy."
Bruno laughed so much that his phoenix eyes became bright. He shrugged and said. 'In that house, there is only a criminal who escaped from prison and your pet. If this pet does not obey, then change to another pet."
Bertha gritted her teeth, she coldly faced him. 'That's my person, it's not your turn to decide."
His face looked innocent, and the gun in his hand pointed a little closer to her. 'Of course, so I leave the choice to you."
Bertha's face was extremely serious, she glanced at the situation in the room, Derek was still avoiding, determined not to let Laura touch him.
Meanwhile, Liam was hit in the head by Bruno's subordinates, his strength was drained, and he could not run away.
Bertha frowned. 'I don't choose anything."
Having finished speaking, she was about to rush into the room. Bruno quickly grabbed her arm, blocking her path.
Her eyes showed cruelty, she slapped Bruno in the face.
Bruno did not avoid it, he steadfastly endured her anger, still keeping the same smile on his face. 'You can fight, but I won't let you in. People who get hit with 545 will go crazy, they can't control themselves. I can't let you put yourself in a dangerous position, so you can only shoot with a gun."
Bertha looked at him angrily. 'I won't use it."
'You will, your gun skills have been taught by me before. Come here, let me see if your gun skills have regressed."
Bruno placed the gun closer to her hand again. 'If you continue to hesitate, your little pet will not be able to persevere anymore."
Bertha's eyes trembled, and she quickly looked toward the small room.
In the room, Derek gradually felt his body tired, his speed was about to not keep up with Laura.
On the contrary, Laura seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, she was both excited and bloodthirsty.
He quickly looked around the room to see if there were any items. He glanced at the bowl on the wooden table. He dodged and bumped into the stack of bowls on the corner of the table.
The sound of shattering rang out.
At the moment he was doing this, Laura screamed, she rushed towards him, her speed was so fast that it was terrifying.
He seemed to follow his body's instinctive reaction and hide to the side, but because his physical strength was not enough, his coat was torn by Laura's nails.
Derek lowered his head to look at the tear in his chest. His eyes flashed with hateful thoughts. He took off his jacket on the spot and threw it in Laura's face.
Laura's eyes were bloodthirsty, and thoughts of death were strong in her body as if she couldn't find a place to vent all her pain, she viciously tore his shirt, and then she quickly rushed towards him.
Derek was so pressured that he kept backing away, suddenly he heard a sound coming from the locked wooden room, the door was broken by someone else.
He turned his head and saw Bertha.
She frowned, her expression was serious, in her hand she was holding a gun, the muzzle coldly aimed at him.
This scene suddenly made Derek feel pain.
The nightmare he had in the car was still clear in his mind, he didn't think the dream was real.
'Bertha, don't…"
He lowered his voice, the sound of his voice trembling as if it contained some pleading.
But Bertha's hand holding the gun did not move, suddenly her eyes flashed with anger, and she firmly held the trigger towards him.
He pouted, underestimating himself. He stood still, and did not run away, he closed his eyes, happily accepting his fate.
A very loud gunshot rang out.
Along with the gunshot, his body suddenly felt pain.
Not his heart, but his right arm.
He opened his eyes wide and lowered his head to look down, he discovered a blood stain on his white shirt, the bullet had grazed his arm.
The screaming behind him suddenly stopped.
He turned his head to look back and saw that Laura was still maintaining the posture to attack him, her expression gradually changed from fierce to dumbfounded, her chest seemed to be pierced by bullets.
Fresh blood flowed from her body like a blooming poppy, dyeing her dress red.
Laura was stunned for a moment, seeing the blood on her chest, and her face turned pale, she quickly opened her eyes, and her whole body fell to the ground, unconscious.
There was a round of applause outside the door.
Bruno looked at Bertha appreciatively. "Bertha, you're too humble. Even though you haven't touched a gun for so many years, your techniques are still very accurate. I didn't waste the time I taught you."
Bertha threw the gun in her hand away, under the dim light of the oil lamp in the wooden house, her face was extremely cold, and did not answer him.
Derek was still standing in the same place, his eyes looking towards Bruno.
Bruno smiled sarcastically, not knowing if he was laughing at Derek or himself. 'You win, we just played a game, letting Bertha choose between you and this woman. You sneaked behind her back to the suburbs to go on a date with your ex, but she still chose you, making me jealous of you."
"Game?"
Derek's heart suddenly felt cold, his whole body felt cold too.
He pursed his lips tightly, frowning at Bertha.
