Five uniformed police officers knocked on the guest room door of the motel one by one and asked the guests for details.


    Maybe I noticed Cole''s breath.


    The police officers and detectives who had performed their duties stopped their work and looked back at Cole.


    Neat and uniform movements and expressionless faces are strange and numb.


    The common human brown black pupil is occupied by silver gray.


    Like an emotionless killing tool.


    Five police officers pulled out pistols, aimed at Cole and pulled the trigger wildly amid the terrified screams of the hotel owner and guests.


    The noisy gunfire and the noise of bullets hitting walls and trees made all the guests in the motel close their doors and lie on the ground to avoid being accidentally injured by stray bullets.


    No one knows what''s going on with these police officers.


    Over sixty, the fat hotel owner, lying under the counter, picked up the phone and tried to dial the police station.


    But there is only blind sound in the receiver.


    Cole, who just stepped out of the toilet, quickly hid at the other end of the wall before the other party fired, and a just trial appeared in his hand.


    I wanted to fight back.


    A bullet rubbed against the wall, flew in front of him, smashed the splashing cement debris and hurt his face.


    The detective and his partner looked at each other.


    Among them, the middle-aged detective with brown leather jacket, dirty hair and crooked blue tie shouted, "blasphemer! Why come to our world?!


    Now, kneel down -!


    Confess your sins to the father, and there is room for maneuver. "


    After he loudly uttered the phrase "kneel down", the power of the spirit was like the whip of the master to punish the slave.


    All humans in the hotel.


    If the spirit is hit hard.


    The body and soul were dominated by invisible forces. They walked out of their room to avoid bullets, faced the ''detective'' and knelt to the ground.


    Without God in their eyes, they silently read the original Bible and repent their sins.


    even to the extent that.


    The five police officers with guns also put down their weapons, knelt down at their feet and talked.


    However.


    What is completely different from the "detective''s" imagination is that the sinful blasphemer who, in his instinctive consciousness, should kneel on the ground and then crawl at his feet and beg for forgiveness.


    Completely ignore the spiritual power that governs the soul.


    Even the expensive dark suit did not become wrinkled and messy because of the sudden shooting. It was as straight and brand-new as ever.


    Like the blasphemer, when facing heaven and hell, he never shows weakness because of human identity and crawls on the dirty ground.


    Consistent arrogance, cruelty and indifference.


    Holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth, he hung a gun in his right hand, frowned slightly, and walked out of the back of the toilet wall.


    Did not respond to each other''s questions at the first time.


    In his left hand, he held the evil judgment with silver and angel wings, and lit a cigarette with a pure white flame symbolizing holiness.


    Take a deep breath.


    The crisp sound of the lighter is particularly harsh in this strange and silent highway wilderness.


    Sniff.


    Spit out the turbid smoke and dust in his lungs and frown, making his face look particularly ferocious.


    Erect a middle finger.


    “GO-FXXK-YOURSELF.”


    The voice fell.


    Justice roared at the muzzle of the gun.


    The bullets wrapped in blood flame crudely smashed the skull of the two detectives, and scattered plasma and skull fragments on the ground.


    After the Spirit speaking effect is removed.


    All the people kneeling on the ground in the motel, including five police officers, got up and looked around suspiciously.


    Until they saw the bodies on the ground.


    The scream of a young girl cut through the silence of the highway wilderness. The passengers hurried back to their houses, packed their bags and asked the boss to return their deposit.


    Drive and escape from the scene of the murder.


    Two police officers stood by the body of the senior detective. While requesting support from the headquarters, the other three stopped the fleeing passengers to avoid the murderer.


    however.


    To their bewilderment, when did they come here?


    Dream?


    However.


    The next scene left them completely stunned.


    I saw two police detectives who were already cool, pushed open the door of a guest room, pulled out their pistols and stormed towards the road.


    Before they pull the trigger.


    After two shots.


    The detective''s head broke into watermelon again and fell to the ground.


    At this time, a strange man in a suit crossed the road. In his hand of colt 1900, there was still smoke at the muzzle of the gun.


    Add bullets to the magazine, point a gun at him and look like a damn policeman.


    Load.


    Coldly, "leave here if you don''t want to cause trouble."


    Talk.


    Pulling the trigger again, the two detectives who had died twice were shot in the head and fell to the ground again.


    A burly bald black police officer, seeing this situation, hugged his head, "WTF... Hey! What''s going on?!"


    The voice just fell.


    A voice with extreme rage sounded over the hotel.


    "Kill him --!"


    In an instant.


    The escaped passengers, the sweating hotel owner and five police officers, all their pupils were occupied by silver dust, and human expressions and emotions were roughly taken away.


    Like some kind of cult ceremony, everyone stared at Cole with hate eyes and walked towards him, whispering the same word: blasphem in a penetrating tone.


    Maybe he caught Cole''s habit of rarely killing innocent people.


    The five police officers threw down their guns, turned into a trot like a zombie, and then ran frantically, trying to catch the blasphemer with their bare hands.


    The number of nearly 30 people crowded in the parking lot of the motel, with an appalling momentum.


    Cole stepped back and caught the first young man.


    He broke his right arm joint, kicked it hard and hit three passengers who rushed together.


    Then jump into the car, jump up, grab the guardrail of the second floor corridor and turn over.


    Yu Guang glimpsed the angel hiding in the guest room on the first floor.


    Pull the trigger of a just trial.


    Three bullets in a row, breaking their heads.


    After the spiritual effect was temporarily relieved, Cole kicked open the door of the guest room where he stored his suitcase on the second floor, got the purgatory windbreaker and put it into the real dream equipment library.


    When he went out, he ran into the old black policeman who had spoken to him before.


    The strong body of the other party is like a wall in the corridor on the second floor.


    At the same time.


    Once again, the passengers controlled by the spirit swarmed from the stairway on the other side.


    He punched big old black in the face and kicked him away, but he was grabbed by the other party.


    Hate eyes, staring at him, whispering.


    This is also the time.


    A police officer with a completely different route from others, after contacting Cole through the window of the police car, smiled strangely and shouted for support to the radio.


    Then point at his colleagues and pull the trigger frantically.