Click, a blue-white thunder suddenly appeared in the night sky, like a hideous centipede, and then the raindrops the size of beans fell.

"Please, doctor, save my dog!" The homeless man knelt at the door of the clinic and wept bitterly, screaming hoarsely, and in order to prevent the dog from getting wet in the rain and infecting the wounds, he took off the only piece of clothing he had, draped it over its body, and continued to plead.

The stray dog whimpered, licked the strip of cloth wrapped around the wound, then licked the back of his master's hand, bit his pants, and struggled to get up and dragged his master away, but it was so weak that it could hardly breathe.

"Let's go, I'll take you to another house." When the homeless man saw that the doctor did not open the door, he was completely helpless, "You have to hold on, soon you will be fine, and then we will go together to find food." ”

The homeless man wrapped his dog tightly in his clothes and ran wildly in the rain, which obscured his vision, and when he passed a street corner, a yellow sports car suddenly drifted and rushed into the street, leaving the tires splashing like a waterfall.

The homeless man was poured through, and the two xenon headlights were so dazzling that he dodged in a hurry, but one accidentally stepped on the mouth of the sewer without a manhole cover, and his whole leg sank into it, and he fell to the ground, which also made him roll the dog over.

The homeless man's leg was rubbed by the cement well, and his flesh and blood were blurred, and he was originally an old man, which made him even more incapacitated, but he gritted his teeth and crawled out as fast as he could.

"Don't worry, I'll take you to the doctor." The homeless man looked up to see the dog's injuries, only to find it lying five meters away, with its eyes completely closed.

"Why?" The homeless man chased after the ground angrily, roaring loudly, and a flash of lightning appeared, illuminating his sad countenance, and in an instant it became hideous.

The homeless man carried his dog and tumbled into a cemetery. Just dug a hole. It was discovered by the cemetery guard.

"Hey, dirty guy, get out of here with your dead dog, it's not the place to sleep!" The guard, draped in a raincoat and holding a shotgun in both hands, aimed at the homeless man and roared loudly at him.

The homeless man was still digging as if he hadn't heard of it.

"Neuropathy, delay Lao Tzu's sleep." The guards cursed angrily. Seeing the corpse of the dog next to him, he fired a shot at him, but the result was missed, and the dirt and grass splattered.

"Don't hit it, I've got money." The homeless man went to his pocket, only to find that all the money he had collected and sold was gone, and only a few steel hammers remained.

"Lao Tzu is not rare for your money." The anger of the guard who was disturbed by his sleep was not small, after being loaded. Keep shooting at the dog corpse. This time it hit the target, and the stray dog's head was directly exploded.

"Don't." The homeless man pounced and blocked it with his body.

"fu~ck, are you a fool?" The guard muttered, walked over, kicked the homeless man away, put the muzzle of the gun on the stray dog, and beat it into a puddle of rotten meat. "Now I see how you are going to bury it? Hurry up and take this garbage with me. ”

The guard slung the gun over his shoulder and walked back to the house to catch up on sleep.

The homeless man was completely furious, pulled out a rusty fork, and chased after the guard, who did not notice his actions because of the interference of the heavy rain.

"It's a long night. Why don't you find a prostitute to have a good time? The guard was humming a little song and walking leisurely, when suddenly he saw a black shadow out of the corner of his eye, and was immediately startled, and was about to fight back with a gun, when a dinner fork came from behind and stabbed him in the neck.

"Die!" The homeless man pulled out his fork, blood spurted, and the guard did not die immediately, he covered the wound with one hand and hammered the homeless man with the other, because it was behind him, and it was difficult to exert force.

The homeless man was already lying on the guard's back, holding a fork, and stabbing him in the neck and face frantically, his eyeballs were blown out, his cheeks were pierced, and his throat bone was severely damaged. After screaming a few times, the guard fell to the ground, was stabbed for a full minute, collapsed, and turned into a corpse.

The homeless man did not know whether it was tears or rain, his face was wet, and he did not stop until he was tired and had no strength, so he lay down on the dirt and let the rain wash over him.

Looking at the bloody cheeks of the guard's corpse, watching the blood on his hands be washed away in an instant, the homeless man's heart ached for a while, and then after seeing the corpse of his beloved dog, all remorse and worry disappeared.

The homeless man stripped off the guard's raincoat, picked up the pieces of the dog's corpse, wrapped it up, and then took a shotgun and rummaged through the guard's house for tools.

"I'll be back with you soon, old man, but I won't be able to sleep with you." The homeless man had even dug his own grave, right next to the stray dog, but he knew he wouldn't need it.

The homeless man did not use the guard's money, took a shotgun and bullets, walked into the rainstorm, and twenty minutes later, appeared outside a twenty-four-hour gun shop, looked at the sign on it, and walked in.

"Hey, bum, get out." Next to the cash register sat a middle-aged man, drinking coffee and reading a playboy book, and frowned when he looked up at the drenched homeless man.

"Hey, don't make me say it a second time." The homeless man took one more step, and the man pulled his shotgun from the table with one hand, aimed it at him, "Get out." ”

"I have money." The homeless man pulled out a few hammers, "I'll just buy a box of bullets." ”

"Get out, I don't want your dirty money." The businessman shook his head and moved the muzzle of his gun.

The homeless man walked to the door, full of helplessness, because he was a beggar, he was even discriminated against when he bought things.

The man put down the gun, looked at the model girl with plump ~ fat breasts ~ buttocks on the magazine, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and was about to untie his pants, then he heard a click, looked up in amazement, and saw the homeless man standing at the door, holding a shotgun pointed at himself.

“fu~ck！” The man cursed, grabbed his gun, heard the phrase go die, and then a shotgun shot and exploded his head.

The man lies backwards, and his headless neck cavity can see Bai Sensen's spine.

The homeless man wiped the barrel of his gun, walked to the store, picked up a package, and stuffed a gun, bullets, and grenades into it.

Because of the heavy rain, the villains were shut up, and most of the night, the homeless man did not catch a single thug, and he did not think that he would survive tomorrow, so he returned to the cemetery and continued to accompany his dog.

In the evening of the next day, the homeless man went out.

"Alright, I'm going to do what I'm supposed to do." The homeless man was going to take a bath, but he gave up because he thought that if he died like that, he might run into a dog in hell, and he might not know himself.

Coming to the veterinarian's clinic again, before the door was closed, the homeless man walked straight in.

"It's you again, get out of here, don't delay my business." The veterinarian had a very bad temper, and listening to the rambling of the lady opposite, decided to inject his Persian cat with some medicine to make it hang up early.

Without saying anything, the homeless man took out his shotgun from under his raincoat and fired it at the vet, watched as his chest was smashed and turned away.

The nurse stopped screaming and the lady called the police.

The homeless man wanted to go north of the city to find the robber who had stabbed his dog a few days earlier, but before he could board the bus, he was driven away by the driver.

Some passengers felt that the driver had gone too far and wanted to persuade him, but they saw the homeless man take out his shotgun and shoot him in the head, and immediately screamed in shock.

The homeless man walked forward on foot, and after walking for about two minutes, a group of hippies on motorcycles passed by, saw him, and immediately surrounded him and made fun of him.

"Sorry, my hand slipped!" In an uproar, a hippie threw the hot drink in his hand at the homeless man, and then laughed and apologized, no matter how he heard it, he was gloating. ..., click, the bullet was loaded, and the homeless man suddenly opened fire on the hippie, the bullet smashed his head, and everyone else was stunned and stared at him in amazement.

"Sorry, my hand slipped too." The homeless man targeted the second person and began to kill.

How could the hippies have thought that the weak who had only been bullied by them in the past had turned from lambs to wolves, and without checking for a while, several of them fell.

The homeless man finished the magazine and took out his pistol, and in just a minute, the whole street was filled with blood and corpses, and he picked up a motorcycle and rode away.

Tang Zheng was about to get off work, when he received more than a dozen police calls and immediately asked everyone to go to the police.

"Director, I'm with you." The policewoman is a civilian, so she didn't have to go out, but after her brother's affairs were arranged, she felt the need to repay Tang Zheng, maybe she could climb this high branch.

The policewoman noticed that Xu Liangmao did not squint and drove with peace of mind, so she leaned her body against Tang Zheng, squeezed him with her chest, and then grabbed his big hand and put it on her thigh.

The smooth touch of the stockings immediately reached Tang Zheng's palm, and the policewoman glanced at him charmingly, using the file bag to hide the intimate movements of the two.

Tang Zheng didn't take a step closer, because he saw a familiar picture.

"Robbery!" A middle-aged woman fell behind, shouting loudly, and a young man with a mask held a dagger, waving it around, and at the same time running wildly, pedestrians did not dare to intercept and hid to the side.

The young man's mask had a red cross on it, the same guy who stabbed the homeless man's dog to death a few days ago, and coincidentally, the woman was also the same woman who was robbed last time.

"You're you again? I don't care about you! When the young man saw the homeless man standing alone in the middle of the street, he was furious, and he took a dagger and stabbed him.

"Old man, I've avenged you." The homeless man took out his rifle and fired at the young man, breaking his legs and tortured him before killing him.

The crowd of onlookers saw the killing and dispersed, and only the woman was reluctant to give up her handbag.

The homeless man threw the bag over, and the woman, with the joy of her lost and regained, did not say thank you, but stared at it, stretched out her hands to take it, and a string of gunshots rang out, and the bullets flew off her skull.

With a squeak, the police car stopped not far away, feeling that Tang Zheng was about to pull his hand away, and the policewoman clamped him tightly with her legs.

"Don't move, you're arrested." Xu Liangmao got out of the car and faced each other with a gun.