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Charlie is not an ordinary woman, but at this time, he is extremely frightened.

The man in front of him not only acts like a ghost, but also lives in his heart, but also a monster like a demon.

But Charlie is not an ordinary woman. In addition to fear, she also has her rationality.

She has to rely on her reason to win vitality for herself.

So, after trembling for a while, Charlie finally said a complete sentence, "You... do you want to use me as bait?"

"Oh? Very smart."

The ghost soldier admitted it simply without any concealment and hesitation, but his tone was still joking, "Such smart and beautiful lady, are you revealing the answer to the riddle to force me to kill you?"

"Kill...me?" Charlie trembled, looking at the soldier wearing a weird combat uniform, and repeated, "Kill, me?"

"Yes, smart lady, you heard it right."

The black ball in the ghost soldier's hand turned into the sharp and narrow sword again, and the tip of the sword hit Charlie's neck.

"You know too much, don't you? So, why didn't I kill you?"

"Ha...ha...hahahaha."

It was ridiculous, Charlie actually smiled twice with difficulty, and soon her smile became smoother, and even her speech became smoother. "I know too much, so you want to kill me? No no, because I know a lot, you won't kill me!"

Charlie said, and slowly stood up with the wreckage of the car beside her. She felt as if there was a constant stream of power in her body, and fear became unworthy under this force.

So, she wanted to give it a try, use her life as a bet, and try whether her guess was right.

Although she has never gambled once in her life so far.

But it is said that newbies are always lucky, isn’t they?

"You also need to use me to catch Tom, and you also need to use me to find the disappeared homeless man. Perhaps, you have any other purpose for me, otherwise, why don't you have any murderous intention?"

Charlie suddenly took a step forward, but as she expected, she was not pierced by the sword in her throat. On the contrary, when she took this step and stood in front of the ghost soldier, the weapon in the other party's hand turned into the round and sticky black liquid again.

Seeing this scene, Charlie smiled again.

"Look, you don't want to kill me, don't you?"

"Hmph, smart lady, you're playing a dangerous game."

The ghost soldier snorted coldly and withdrew his hand. When he saw this scene, Charlie finally let go of his heart. It seemed that she had guessed it right and had bet right.

The other party did have the intention to use her. Whether it was using her to capture Tom who was "escaped" or to prepare for any information from her, she had to keep her alive, so at least for the time being, her safety was guaranteed.

However, just as Charlie finally felt relieved, the ghost soldier who had half turned around suddenly turned around.

Charlie could hear the twisted neck, and his hair was standing up all over his body, which made him startled.

But compared to these, what is even more frightening is what the other party says.

"I changed my mind, maybe it would be better for me to kill you."

Before Charlie could speak, the ghost soldier turned his head and continued, "Although you can get a lot of benefits when you keep it, most of them are useful to the organization. I can't get anything, and if I kill you... I'll be very happy!"

Charlie felt blood condensation again because of the other person's words and wanted to speak, but it was too late. She didn't have time to speak again, and the perverted, who was constantly shaking his hand to her again.

call out--

Something cold seemed to pass by my ears, and then my neck seemed to be wrapped around me. Charlie stiffened his neck and did not dare to move it. He could only see the black shadow from the corner of his eyes induced to the hands of the ghost soldier.

Although he could not see the eyes behind the helmet, Charlie could feel the other person's gaze, not looking at her face or her body, but staring at her neck.

The other party seemed to be observing something, and seemed to be thinking about something - something that is not comfortable, simple and innocent... malicious!

It seems that while she guessed something correctly, she also ignored something...

"I'm very upset, a smart lady. I have never been a smart person. I really hate people like you who can think clearly about anything."

The ghost soldier held the weapon in his hand, and the thing now became a whip-like shape, holding one end in the hands of the ghost soldier and the other end wrapped around Charlie's neck.

He turned his hand holding the whip slightly, and Charlie felt the constraints on his neck tighten, and a suffocation began to pour out with fear.

"You see, I don't care whether the mission was successful or not, just like I don't care whether the beheaded 'comrade' was dead at that time."

"I only care about myself, my happiness, my desires, my satisfaction!"

"So, I think it's better to be simple. Kill you and then let that hell mission fail... Anyway, it's not me who died!"

“Hahahahahahaha!!”

Ah, Charlie finally understood what she was ignoring. She guessed the other party’s previous purpose correctly, but ignored the other party’s person.

The opposite one is not a guy who is as calm as her, but a lunatic, a pervert, and a crazy pervert.

Because she guessed the other party’s purpose correctly, the other party decided to turn over the table and stop playing.

So, Charlie knew that now she was going to die because she won the bet, but she also lost the bet.

Sure enough, the luck of novices is all lie.

Betting (harmonious) is really a game of losing and losing...

In the midst of the crazy laughter, the ghost soldier was not just talking. He was already tightening the "lasso" around Charlie's neck little by little, slowly strangling Charlie to death.

The pressure on the neck became heavier and heavier, and Charlie struggled to grab the whip on the neck, but it was useless.

Her eyes were already blurred due to lack of oxygen. Logically speaking, her brain should have felt dizzy, but strangely, her brain was magically clear. She could even infer that according to the current force, it would take about one and a half minutes before she could die of brain hypoxia caused by suffocation.

It was a long time, but Charlie had no room for resistance. She knew that this time the other party was not using her as bait, but admiring her "ugly".

She must be very ugly now. She knew that even without a mirror, she could guess how could that face that was distorted due to lack of oxygen look good?

By the way, there may be the annoyance of failure, the pain of being fooled, the desire and attachment to life, and other things on that face, but in the face of death, all of this is weightless and meaningless.

Their only function is to please the pervert on the other side.

But Charlie hasn't given up yet, she is still insisting.

The only reason she insists on now is her survival instinct...and perhaps, her expectations for Tom.

But time passes by minute by minute.

Tom did not show up, and the pervert in front of him was not ruthless.

Charlie's mind finally began to get drowsy.

She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, because the feeling of soberness was really bad.

Hope is eroded by despair, bit by bit, extremely clear.

Fortunately, everything is about to end, and Charlie knows it is about to end.

Nearly two minutes have passed, and even if Tom suddenly appears at this time and kills the pervert on the opposite side in an instant, it is useless.

Because brain damage caused by brain hypoxia is irreversible, although Charlie was curious about how he could last for so long, nothing was meaningless.

Charlie's hand drooped weakly, and she knew that maybe the next moment, her consciousness would return to nothingness.

At this last moment, Charlie did not feel "that beam of light". It seems that heaven or something is just a clumsy lie.

But nothing, as a doctor, an outstanding surgeon, Charlie has never had the habit of praying before going to the operating table.

Whether the patient can be saved depends not on the God he has never met, but on her hands.

By the way, even if she is about to die, she should do something for herself.

She is not a woman with no power to tie her back, she shouldn't have died so...humiliated.

Maybe she is not a warrior, but as a woman who deals with death all day long, she also has her weapons.

The drooping hand moved slightly, and the dexterous fingers seemed to have regained their vitality. They easily touched her office utensils - the sharp scalpel from the pocket of the coat.

Charlie raised his hand, not even needing to observe with his blurry eyes, and in an instant, he locked the perverted position on the opposite side, locking the other party's only unprotected neck!

One stroke, passing by.

Chih...

But there is no blood, there is nothing, it is just the pervert pretending to be puzzled.

"What are you doing?"

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Chapter completed!