"Kiyaaaaaaah!!!!"
Anyway, a haircut with arms twists and screams. It reminded me of a nasty legend about the roaring evil that came down to South America.
"You son of a bitch... you yell at me for saving your life? You rapist bastard! Shut up!!!"
- Bummer!
Extremely furious, I put a kick in the abdomen of a hairy fur that twirls like a larva. He struggles with a bigger scream than I intended.
"Grrrrrrrrrgh!!!"
"Be quiet! Shut up, Agari!"
If you keep screaming like this, it's hard.
- Cuckoo!
- Paaaaaaaaah!
Once I tried to silence him, I was violent. I stabbed him in the face with a punch, but he just screamed louder and quieter as I said.
"Uwaaaaaaah!!!"
"No, this son of a bitch, though! Listen to me, you son of a bitch!!!"
"Argh!!"
"Don't be quiet!"
I was once again violent, but he never cooperated with me.
"Krog...! Kahaha!!"
These criminals cannot listen.
In the first place, if you were a stalker, you wouldn't have stepped into this heinous crime. Still, I think it's good to acknowledge the tenacity of doing this.
I grabbed his fingers and violently broke them, grasping the cross-section of the severed arm for the purpose of repaying him for his cocky tenacity.
- Woodpeck!
"Turn it off!!"
"I'm telling you to shut the fuck up, bitch!!!!"
"Grrrrrrrgh! Stop! Stop it!!!!!"
"Shut up and I'll stop."
"Huff...!"
By that time, he finally closed his mouth. There is nothing better than torture to keep your mouth shut.
"If you don't want to get pregnant with my knife like your brother, get up and get on your knees, man."
"Argh...! Khh, haha..."
After stirring up hard, he knelt down and grabbed his arm. Tears and nostrils that look like an animal abuser, though. And it became even worse with the blood.
It's how a dick does a dick thing.
"Hey, what are you doing? What the fuck are you doing? Drug Stu? Are you guys doctors?"
I took out the knife and cut his hot hair and asked him with a blackmail. These bastards are thought to be a group of professional robbers who live here and rob occasional travellers.
Then there must be some kind of vault where these people have been piling up their stolen property.
I don't know if this furry bastard knows that, but let's try interrogating him.
"Well, that's... that's... oh. Argh..! Shivaal..!"
"No, I'm asking if you're a fucking doctor!!! Why don't you answer the question?"
I sliced his scalp like an A4 paper. In an instant, blood flows between the ends of the hair. The frightened furry man replied with a scream.
"Argh!! No, it's not! I'm not a doctor! I'm not a doctor!!"
You don't look like a doctor.
But you're not even a doctor. You prescribe drugs? I grabbed him like I was ripping his ears off.
"No, you don't have to listen to a motherfucker and you have to use violence. Did she teach you that? Huh?"
"Khhhhhh!!!! You, you fucker!!! Kill him, you son of a bitch! Just kill him!"
"Why are you answering it again?!!! Why!!! Why!!!!"
"Arghhhh!!!!!!"
I asked about my mother and I couldn't understand why I was being told to kill her.
Criminals differ from us in their own ways.
Because crime is a way of life, it only increases nonsense. Living with lies in your mouth and asking questions is never an answer and never even a conversation.
Cursed from birth.
That's why his mother must have been a demon or something.
Then, does this one belong to paganism?
"Why don't you answer the question!!!!!! I asked her if she taught me, and she never answered me again!!!!"
"Sibaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"
It was crazy and hard to run because of the anger that seemed to really turn around. I always try to have a conversation, but these crazy criminals never respond to the conversation.
For a moment, I felt like my vision was darkening red.
"You cheeky bird... eh? What the fuck are you looking for?"
When I woke up, I already had dog chews. His head was completely smashed and his face remained silent on the floor.
When did you search for this son of a bitch?
"Fuhuhu, Kuhuhuhuhuhu. Katt, he's dead. Let him go. It was a really impressive interrogation."
"Damn niggers. Kill them all in that spirit. These bastards are robbers who rob travelers. We have to dry out the seeds."
Claudie and Winia, who were watching, threw a word.
Claudie seemed pleased and Winia looked very angry.
"You are, aren't you? But I heard you pretend to be asleep, so I thought you were going to some town... these rapists."
"Oh, fuck. It's creepy.If you say that, you can see the whole town is in a hurry. It's fucking annoying. Lost is a dick, but these bastards show up... Sister, look at my chicken flesh."
Winia showed Claudie her arm. Claudie spoke in a kind tone, trying to reassure her.
"It's okay. There's a cott. Rest assured."
"Yeah, nigga, that's trustworthy."
"Just trust me."
Beyond being a robber, I couldn't control the reason for profaning such a sacred and beautiful story of making a child.
I put Furbo and his brother's body in the corner, searched their arms, took 62 cash coopers, and immediately put on equipment.
In the future, I'll just have to wear black and red.
There is no day when the blood splashes all the time and the red pink disappears.
"I will never forgive my women, my offended babies."
"Oh, my."
"Kill them all."
It is such a grave crime that it can't be compared to damaging my property. If this whole town is in one piece, they all have to pay for it.
"Cat, are you that angry?"
"I'm going crazy and I'm going to run short...! So angry!!!"
Claudie smiled.
"Hahaha, are you doing what I think you're doing? I'm so happy... I feel like I belong to Cat... I'm excited. If you kill them all, you don't need soundproofing?"
"No, Mama? You want to do it?"
Claudie's voice was transformed into that of an extremely excited state. I liked the drastic catastrophe I had created.
She touches my body as she fascinates me, whispering in my ear.
"Yeah... but not right now. Katt. What should we do with the people who are trying to get past Katt's?"
- Pass mine.
"Kill them all."
- We have to kill them all.
"That's it. A warrior should never forgive such a thing. Here you go, Cat. If so, what should we do?"
"Kill them all!!!"
"One more time!"
"All of them!!! Kill them all!!!"
I will kill them all!!!
Khhhhhh!!!!!
I was roaring one day.
An unforgivable crime! Imperialism! Terrible and atrocious war crimes and massacres of civilians!!! The deaths of the innocent and the children who shed tears!
Overflowing criminals and robbers should never be forgiven!
- And!
Above all, trying to touch mine!!!
"This thousand-man kimcott."
If I don't kill them all, my heart bursts with rage faster.
It sinks the anger that stirs the brain into the interior. Anger doesn't shrink. It is compressed and superposed and twisted in my heart for ever.
"I will never forgive you for that!!!"
"Ahh! That's it, Cat!"
- Pole mate.
Claudie, who jumped, clings to my body like a charm. When I hugged her waist strongly, Winia said.
"I think it's all your responsibility to turn the nigger around when I see him. No, is that what you do?"
"Huhu, is that so? So you don't like it?"
"No... I don't know if I'm weird, but I'm excited about something..."
I called Winia in a serious tone.
"Winia."
"Why."
"You are my woman."
"Well, well. Bird, you say that all the time?"
In the midst of the catastrophe, the red-faced Winia replies.
"So you stick together. From now on, it's Triathlon Kim Kat."
"Oh, chew. I said something cool, and then all of a sudden, you little nigger! Sister, come down quickly!"
Anyway, I got all my anger and finished arming myself. However, unfortunately, Kim Cat did not complete the Trinity.
"Then let's go down slowly. I'm the owner of the inn, the chef, and all of them are one-handed, so I can take one person and interrogate them."
The screams are already rumbling. The murderers who know this side may be taking action.
After preparing for battle, we immediately went out the door.
- Yeah.
The second floor was empty, and no sound was heard. I smashed down the doors of only six rooms and checked the inside.
I didn't really have anything.
"Phew, it was good until I found the town. What the hell do you think this is? I think there's a case every time I go with a nigger."
"Yes, I see."
"I'm fun and I'm good."
Certainly something just happened.
"I don't think it's on the second floor, roughly. And seeing as there's no such thing as a commotion... have all these bastards escaped?"
If you hear a scream, you're more likely to realize that something went wrong and take action. It is not difficult to speculate that the whole village is a one-way street.
"Where are you going to run away from this place? The villagers seem to be in a hurry, but I'm sure they went to call them. I think they're probably coming together to attack."
Winia's right.
"I'm sure it's a good chance."
I slowly checked the corner down to the first floor. Quiet. Looking down the stairs, there seemed to be no one on the first floor either.
The innkeeper has nothing.
"I screamed like that, and no one came to check it out. Let's go down first."
Even though I came down to the first floor, there is nothing like a raid.
"Umm, you haven't noticed yet?"
Pull out the curvature and look around, Claudie said.
Of course, there is a chance. Surprisingly, it sounded soundproofed or didn't care because it was routine to hear screams. If not, are you not interested in the inn?
Anyway, I don't know.
If you don't know, you have to find out.
"Well, let's search here for a second. It could be hiding somewhere."
On the first floor there is a hall, a counter, and a door into the kitchen. And the entrance to the inn is now closed.
I think you should check the kitchen.
"Claudie, Winia. I need you to watch the grid here for a second. I'll check the kitchen."
"I will."
I grabbed the door hook of the kitchen while holding the knife.
- Profit.
The inside was bright.
And the scent of the scented stew was so intensely--it opened the door wide and rushed in front of the knife.
"Guys, Mommy's here."
Watch out for raids in extreme tension. The moment I thought, "Is there anyone?", I saw two men naked on the floor.
"..."
What are these bastards?
One of the cubs was the owner of the inn I had seen before, and the other had never seen him before. Are you going to be okay with this as a chef?
I wanted to see if he was dead, so the kids took a breath.
"Umm..."
"Hmmm... hmm."
These bastards, your mom's here and you're sleeping?
"These crazy bastards."
I see an empty bottle rolling around. An empty bowl is also placed on the table, leaving some unknown material next to it.
It looks like it's been stretched out from here.
Jidl's men went to work, but he's not a normal villain to sleep with.
I urgently put a knife on the chef's thigh.
- Phew!
"Quite a fling!!!"