Gamers Are Fierce Chapter 185: Duck neck
Li Ang started the car and drove forward along the road.
At this time, it was late at night, and the community had fallen into silence. The old car that Li Ang was driving was out of tune with the community environment. On the second and third floors of some houses on both sides, there were faint people looking over.
In high-end communities in the United States, residents have a strong sense of safety precautions. If neighbors on the left and right see sneaky non-community residents on the street in the middle of the night, they will call the community office or even the local police station.
Lee Ang didn’t change his face, didn’t let go of the accelerator, he continued straight, passed George Carter’s house, and even drove out of the neighborhood.
Chai Cuiqiao asked curiously, “Huh? Didn’t you go looking for that guy?”
Li Ang shook his head, “Stopping now will let the community residents call the police, wait for me to park the car outside first.”
He parked his car on a street outside the community, got out of the car, and sneaked back into the community in the dark with a quick pace that didn’t match his old appearance.
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George Carter lay on the bed in the bedroom, drank a small half glass of whiskey with scattered ice cubes floating, put the quilt on the bedside table, and flipped through the detective book in his hand by the light.
He is an ordinary middle-aged man who works for the Frankfurt Police Department and is an excellent forensic doctor. The family is happy, the husband and wife are harmonious, the son and daughter who have just started elementary school are smart and lovely, and the family of four is an extremely standard American white middle-class family.
The only misfortune is that his wife, who runs a dental clinic, makes a lot more money than him…
Damn, everyone is a doctor.
“Clang”
The sound of pots and pans falling to the ground was heard on the first floor, followed by a sharp cat meowing.
Have stray cats broken into your home?
George Carter frowned slightly and listened to the outside ear of the door, but heard nothing.
He put the book on the bedside table and whispered in the ear of his sleeping wife, “I’ll go down and see what’s going on. John may have opened the backyard window again.”
John is his son’s name.
The wife who was immersed in the dream gave a vague “um” and did not wake up.
George Carter carefully lifted the quilt, put on the blue plush slippers by the bed, took a steel baseball bat from the gap between the closet and the wall, and pushed out the door.
The corridor was dark, and George Carter pressed the button, turned on the light, and went downstairs.
He first went to his son’s daughter’s bedroom on the second floor for a walk, and helped them tuck the duvet away before walking down the living room.
“Meow!”
The shrill cat meowing came from the kitchen again, and George Carter shook his head, thinking in his heart that he would have to tell little John not to open the backyard door in the daytime tomorrow.
He walked into the kitchen, and by the moonlight he could see some knives and forks falling to the ground, but he didn’t see the cat.
Clap.
He turned on the kitchen light, wanting to see where the **** feral cat was.
“Meow~”
The cat’s meow changed from the sharpness and panic just now, and became lazy and idle, like a cat licking its own hair comfortably.
The only problem is that the source of the cat meow is right above George Carter’s head.
The forensic doctor just felt like he was falling into an ice cave, and a sense of extreme panic enveloped his heart – he could even hear the sound of blood vessels freezing.
He, like a rusted machine, slowly raised his head and looked overhead.
On the ceiling of the kitchen, there is a white woman in her fifties wearing loose red short sleeves and jeans. She has an evil smile on the corner of her mouth, sticks out her tongue and licks her lips, like a ghost, moving towards George Carter meowed again.
“Meow~”
! !
George Carter took a few steps back in horror, unable to stand on his feet and fell to the ground.
Boom.
Li Ang released the palm that was clasping the crack in the wall and fell from the ceiling. His figure rotated slightly in mid-air, bending his limbs and falling to the ground like a tiger.
George Carter is completely frightened and speechless. He is a seasoned forensic doctor who has seen countless horror scenes, but there is an essential difference between corpses and living things.. .
Li Ang crawled towards him unhurriedly, his limbs twisting back and forth like spiders, each limb seemed to have its own consciousness.
Paired with that creepy smile, it’s even more exciting than the scene in a horror movie.
George Carter resisted the urge to incontinence with a strong personal will. He struggled to move his limp limbs and back, while taking a deep breath, trying to scream, “Ah—”
However, Li Ang moved faster than him, rushed directly in front of him, and gave him a slap with a weird smile.
Pop.
The slaps are clear, sweet, and extremely loud.
George Carter covered his aching, swollen cheeks, and for a moment forgot to scream—not even his dad hit him!
“Shh,”
Li Ang stretched his neck, lowered his voice and said, “I was sent by your grandfather, you have to listen to me.”
“??”
George Carter widened his eyes and gasped, “My grandpa died twenty years ago…”
Li Ang was stunned for a moment, and immediately said with a gloomy face, “I’m your grandfather’s new wife.”
George Carter said weakly: “But my grandpa likes men…”
“Huh?” Li Ang was stunned again, “Your grandfather likes men, so how did your father come?”
The forensic doctor’s voice became weaker, “Adopt…”
“…OK.”
Li Ang rolled his eyes and put on a vicious expression again, “Anyway, your grandfather heard that you wanted to be an astronaut since you were a child, he was very happy, and sent me to feed you your favorite Big Mouth.”
After all, Li Ang slapped George Carter several times with his forehand and backhand, causing his face to become red and swollen, Xia Fei’s cheeks and his head dizzy.
“Now, I say, you listen.”
Li Ang shook the forensic doctor who was about to faint, “Understand?”
George Carter nodded subconsciously ~IndoMTL.com~ fine. “
Li Ang patted the forensic doctor on the shoulder with satisfaction, took out a photo of Erin Raphael from his pocket, and handed it over, “Do you know this young lady?”
George Carter shook his head to refocus his eyes, and almost as soon as he saw the photo, he was struck by lightning, shaking his palm, causing the photo to fall to the ground.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
The forensic doctor said in a hurry, picked up the photo, pretended to look at it a few times, forcibly calmed down, and said to Li Ang: “I’m sorry, I don’t know…”
Click.
Li Ang pinched his neck with a cold face, “Brother, who are you acting with?”
George Carter was tightly gripped by Li Ang’s neck, his face flushed, and he suffocated instantly. His fingers clasped Li Ang’s palm weakly, and his throat made a hard “hissing” sound.
“Let me ask you another question, do you know her?”
Li Ang asked in a deep tone, but the forensic doctor stubbornly said nothing, just stared at him with red eyes.
“Yo, it’s pretty stubborn? You won’t say it?”
Li Ang picked up a kitchen knife with a sneer and gestured back and forth towards the forensic doctor’s face, “Don’t say it again, believe it or not, I drew a nine-square grid on your pretty little face?”
His threats didn’t work, the forensic doctor was loyal and unyielding, not afraid of power, even if the corners of his mouth were foaming, he would not yield to Li Ang.
After a few seconds, Li Ang suddenly realized that he let go of the palm that was grabbing the opponent’s neck, let the latter kneel on the ground, and resumed his breathing with a “hihhhhh”.
“Sorry, I forgot that you were pinched and speechless.”
Li Ang sincerely apologized, “But brother, the feel of your neck is a bit like the neck of a delicious duck. It feels very good when you squeeze it, don’t you think about cutting a few pieces and selling it?”