Wolf Barrel 5.56

The beginning was a woman screaming.

A room in a dim, incense-burned whorehouse.

I sat naked and shallow on the bed. Between his legs, a hooker kneels and continues to serve attentively. Once she let go of her mouth, the woman looked up with her swinging eyes.

"Nice face... like a tiger..."

From the lips bordered by bright red lipstick, a voice leaks like floating in heat. It's a slutty voice that makes a man's brain melt. I crooked my mouth and crawled my fingers on the woman's lips.

I'm going to show you something more than just look at it.

"Oh, I'm scared. Bad tiger eats me in bed."

"Oh yeah. I won't leave you until you're boned. I'll shave you."

"Well, I have to brush your fangs carefully"

So I nod my head again. A serpent-like tongue entangled in a pillar. I am well aware of a man's bump. I don't like cheap whores, it's wacky different from that sucking pump-like service. That's a fancy whore. It's going to be fun tonight.

I stretched out my right arm and tried to grab my breasts wrapped in thin negligee - that was when.

A scream ripping through the silk sounded through the door.

That's not to the point where a woman got slapped in the ass. It is the last demon that the tortured will raise.

The woman looked a little forgetful of the act as well.

Outside the room, I panic.

Oh, shit. What the hell.

"La, Master Lau"

"Continue later"

Peel off the woman trying to cling to her feet and stand up.

I keep my hook paws on the front, but, well, no problem. Fist would be enough for a lockdown.

I lifted my pants and danced out into the hallway naked. The elongated hallways are laid with red carpets and doors lined equally apart. The crowd is in front of Pedro's room. I accidentally frowned. You messed with something again.

There were six men in black in the room.

Those are the people in the organization who welcomed us. But when I greeted him, the atmosphere whispered, and now it has turned into something that killed me. Besides the black clothes, I, Bruno, Celios. And it's a bloody pedro being assembled by a man. That blood isn't sticky and injured, it's just blood back.

On the bed, a naked woman was throwing her hands and feet out. He's got his belly cracked and a pink hose is spilling on the floor. Probably the Lord of Screams is this guy. The walls and floors were covered with black blood paste.

"Hey buddy, what the hell kind of gathering is this?

Speak to Bruno, who looks difficult and is hanging on the wall.

"It's the usual guy..."

That's what I said, I started explaining it with my sighs seeping in.

I couldn't block my open mouth.

She laughed at the woman caressing her and did this when she was cut. Be that brother. Be this brother. What a classy lineage.

I didn't care if she was just a hooker, but Pedro had no luck.

The woman who looks like an open fish was the only daughter of the boss of the other organization. Daimyo, my brother Thoughts Celios must have set this place up for Pedro. Nice to meet you, but hey, looks like you're totally behind it.

First of all, Pedro is definitely done. I don't know if it's a mafia code, but if they finally lick it, it's final business. I can't keep raising the sign until I get exactly what I've been hit with. Money for money, life for life. Woe to you.

Pedro's manuke bastard caught his face between his black clothes knee and the floor while

"Aniki, no, I don't want to."

And he was crying for help.

It erupts unexpectedly. Bruno next door also hides his mouth with his hands. That was the funniest crying side. I don't think I'll have to bother with a pinch of booze for the next few years. I tried to peek funny and Bruno grabbed me by the shoulder and stopped me.

During this time, Cerios did not utter a word.

I thought it would disturb my brother's plea, but it was unexpected. Even the insignificant ones can't help it any more than this has happened.

"Ola, get up"

"Hih."

Pedro is grabbed by both arms and stood like a sinner.

I was nearby, and I said to the black clothes, "Can't you tour the execution of this manuke?," he asked. Returns the face of what you're talking about. Don't be such a jerk, it's a loss to miss something like this, isn't it?

And here I am.

Until then, Celios suddenly moved.

He suddenly slit Pedro's throat from behind.

A new bloodshed splashes on the wallpaper.

Everyone indoors opened their eyes wide.

In the flowing time, a few moments of blanks arise.

Oh, come on. That's crazy, man. Exactly. I couldn't anticipate this development.

The black eyes that look at us turn to the enemy.

Apparently... we were the ones who didn't have any luck.

One of the black clothes rushes out like he was bounced and tries to open the door that leads to the hallway. Bruno quickly grabbed the fruit knife on the table and threw it to shake it down. Shatteringly sharp and windy, the blade tip stabs deep into the man's back of the head.

Almost simultaneously.

I slapped an intense left straight into the man I just spoke to. The dry striking noise sounds. When I pulled my fist, the center of my face swept round, and there was zero blood from both ears. When I quickly pulled the knife out of the man's nose, I threw it at Bruno and gave it to him.

Bruno, who received the knife, held down with one hand the arm of the man who was leading him to pull out the knife in front of him, poked his chest four times with a knife held in his reverse hand and tore his neck to the todome.

I release a lower kick from a sharp step into a man in the middle of the room, right and left. A thick snake bends the man's knees in the opposite direction. My pants tore and a white pointed thing popped up. Step on the skull of the man who collapsed before, crushing it with a kakato of boots.

Bruno's unleashed knife stabbed Bruno in the throat of the last remaining man.

Thus...

An escape play began like rolling down the hill.