Nepal, close to the Himalayas, has been very uneven lately.

Many people know that there is a ruthless character here, ignoring the local indigenous forces, and many people have been killed by this guy.

Moreover, there are many people who can't even leave their whole corpses when they die, which is extremely tragic. I can often see the corpses of those little ruffians who show off their power on weekdays in the alleys, and these people dare not provoke, have died silently in some small alleys.

"Haven't you heard of Kama Taj?"

"No ......"

Donnie sighed, strangled the other party, and turned to the other short man, whose tall and muscular body gave him a huge sense of oppression in front of these people.

No matter how weak Donnie is, he is also a third-level lifeform, and for these ordinary people, there is a difference in the nature of life, which is enough to form a crushing at the genetic level.

"Haven't you heard of Kama Taj?" Donnie continued.

The only man who was left was forced into a corner, and looked at the few companions around him who were in a miserable state of death, tears and snot flowed down together, and his heart was broken, and he wailed loudly.

"Haven't you heard of Kama Taj?" Donnie patiently asked again.

"There's no Kama Taj here! I've lived here since I was a kid and I've never heard of Kama Taj! I beg you, I was really wrong, I shouldn't have robbed you, please let me go......"

Click!

"If you ask me, who will I beg for? Who should you ask for those who have been robbed by you in the past? ”

Donnie sighed and looked up helplessly.

Because of the topography, the clouds in the sky appear extremely low, as if they can reach out and grasp them; The skies, free of any industrial pollution, cover the blue of this cold snowfield.

Nepal is located in the southern foothills of the Himalayas, is a poor and small country, with a poor economy and a small population.

The people are poor, and those who come to enjoy the snow tourism will naturally become good fat sheep.

Grab one counts as one, but if you can't grab it, it's nothing more than apologizing on the spot, laughing at the grudge, turning your head and continuing to search for the next target.

Donnie's temper will not be accustomed to this group of garbage, and if he can kill one by one, until he kills everyone, he will naturally be comfortable, and no one will come to rob him again.

He didn't have time to do anything alive, educate people seriously, and persuade people to be good.

Kill all the scum, and naturally there will be no superfluous problems.

His impatient heart was also calmed by this killing. He's not the son of Doctor Strange's plane, nor is he the person Kama Taj deliberately released to learn magic and regain his health, and he used to hook Doctor Strange with his hands scrapped.

Finding Kama Taj is a big problem.

During this time, he killed sixty-one people, two of whom were mutants, and they were all well-known local groups that were engaged in some bad deeds and trades. This kind of scum, Donnie doesn't feel distressed to kill.

Many poor people were indirectly saved by Donnie, and they were grateful to Donnie, but at the same time, they had great fear.

A month has passed, and he has been repeating a similar process, looking for people, asking for directions, killing people, and the scum who can't answer has only one end, all of them are dead.

"Gurgling ......"

A teenager ran over, crossed Downey and rushed into the alley, and when he saw the corpses all over the ground, he wept bitterly, he threw himself on it and hugged the last corpse that begged for mercy, and looked at Downey, with unforgettable resentment in his eyes.

Donnie stood silently, his back to the sun and the blue sky, and under the rays of the sun, cast a long shadow on the ground, and where this shadow spread, it became a darkness that shrouded the light, and this darkness slowly approached, and was about to swallow the boy too, and let out a hideous grin.

The boy was fourteen or fifteen years old, with rough skin, related to the knife-like wind of the plateau, with a slightly immature face, with a little plateau red, and some messy hair, which ran over before he could clean it carefully.

"You shouldn't have run here, and you shouldn't have looked at me like that." Downey stood quietly at the mouth of the alley, hiding what little sunlight there had.

With each step he took closer, the shadows that extended from his body spread a little, spreading the darkness even more, eating up more of the light, and eventually, covering the small alley.

The wind was howling, mixed with a little snowflake, and on the plateau, the most terrifying thing was not the low temperature, but the wind sharper than a knife, and every time it blew on the face, it was a sharp cut on the skin.

Downey walked over and reached out to grab the boy and lift him off the ground.

The boy punched and kicked and struggled, his eyes flashing with ecstasy and pleasure, and he slipped a knife from his sleeve and stabbed it straight at Donnie, with a fierce and precise movement, and a decisiveness that no adult could have.

A teenage guy has mastered the art of killing people very skillfully, every movement is precise, without the slightest trembling, and there is a ruthless heart.

However, the boy's expression froze, and the knife stabbed Donnie's body, not moving. Donnie's body, even a pistol bullet can be hard-connected, let alone a knife?

"In the future, the earth will fall into boundless war and chaos, and among ordinary people, people like you will definitely survive to the end." Donnie was a little surprised, and his tone was appreciative.

His hand, slowly exerting force, the boy's neck was pinched little by little, becoming smaller and smaller, as soon as it reached a small range, his neck would be ended.

A familiar voice suddenly came, the sound of countless sparks colliding with each other, rattling.

The spell that Donnie had been thinking about day and night, exclusive to Kama Taj, finally appeared. The person who was secretly observing finally couldn't help but jump out.

"Stop, you scoundrel!"

A circle of sparks suddenly appeared in front of Donnie, and the circle of light slowly moved, quickly passing over the boy. Someone wanted to just teleport the boy away.

However, Donnie's expression was cold and hard, and he didn't mean to let go at all, so he watched the aperture shift over coldly, as long as the other party gently contracted this portal, he could use the power of space to cut off his arm.

At the same time, he rescued the young man who was about to be strangled to death by him.

Donnie choked it and refused to let go.

"I've been looking for you for a long, long time, more than a month, and I'm sure you, as an overseer, can't be unaware of my actions...... But you just play me like a monkey, it feels good to watch a monkey show, right? A superpowered person who has a little reputation in the outside world is a monkey who fights people in the eyes of a noble mage, this must be a great sense of accomplishment, right? ”

"But it's a pity that I've never had a good temper, and in my opinion, you're not even as good as a monkey."

"What do you want to do? Let go of that kid! The mage, with a bad feeling in his heart, controlled the portal, shrinking a little, trying to force Donnie to let go, otherwise he would probably lose an arm.

"What? Don't you know very well, I was treated as a monkey show by you before I did it, but this time it's just a different object......"

Donnie dragged the boy in front of him, and at the moment he left the aperture, in front of the well-dressed mage, he pressed the boy's head with his other hand, twisted a little, and twisted in the other party's angry expression!

Click!