Gangster Play House 【ABO】

Chapter 24

Kinn's eyes widened bit by bit in Richard's venomous whisper, he stared stiffly at the Porsche which was three or four meters away didn't answer, and couldn't find his voice for a while.

The corners of his chapped mouth trembled uncontrollably, and the snow-white sclera was covered with a layer of red blood film due to long-term staring, which was astringent and itchy, and all of them clamored for moist pity. But Kinn was unwilling to blink. He stared at the opposite; at Porsche without moving.

He longed to hear Porsche's voice, and if only a "no" came out of that mouth, Kinn might be able to continue to lie to himself so that he wouldn't feel so bad. But how could it be so painful? The fist-sized piece of soft flesh was held in the chest cavity if being tightly pinched by one hand, it was almost about to split.

But he didn't hear anything, of course, he didn't hear anything, because everything Richard said was fucking true.

For the first time, Kinn wished that his memory was not so good, and for the first time, he wished that he hadn't been like a fool, hiding everything related to Porsche in a small corner of his heart, and then in his own time, Take it out carefully, and savor it over and over again.

But he is a fool.

Taking those fiery eyes on himself as a matter of course, taking the misty eyes in those eyes as his attachment to himself by default, taking those tears, those cries, and those bewildered kisses as self-righteousness. something that belongs to him. He was dealing with ghosts, that's why in such a long time together day and night, he didn't once seriously think about whether he was hiding behind the sudden but heavy and repressed feelings of Porsche.

He believed in the two-way love at first sight, what a small probability this is, he just so fervently believed that he would be the lucky one out of ten thousand.

He might be wrong, but no one told him that Mile, that dead Mile, that Mile who owned a Porsche completely, actually looked exactly like him. How on earth would he know?

'Have we met before? '

'Where were you then? '

Kinn wanted to laugh out loud, but when he looked at Porsche, there was only one tear in his eyes, the transparent teardrop fell on the floor of the abandoned warehouse, dripped into the old dusty soil, and finally merged with the scattered dust One. He was also laughing, a bitter, self-deprecating, stiff smile, with the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, but it was uglier than the red and tearful eyes.

There was a short, sharp laugh from above his head, Kinn looked over suddenly and saw the undisguised smug expression on Richard's face as if he had eaten a fly, all his emotions were replaced by anger, and rightly He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was only cold killing intent left in the reddish eyes.

He will settle the "stand-in" matter with Porsche, but right now, he just wants to kill the smug Italian in front of him. He must kill him.

For a moment, Richard was also taken aback by Kinn's ferocious eyes, full of complacency and humorously frozen on that ugly and aging face, and Kinn raised the corners of his mouth and sneered disdainfully.

Richard's face suddenly turned into a liver color, he grabbed Kinn's hair angrily and shook it back and forth, his facial features were twisted together with anger, "You are very proud, aren't you?!"

But before he had time to say more ugly and vicious words, a huge explosion toppled the roof on one side of the warehouse, accompanied by the soaring flames, wrapped in large and small metal pieces and flew around at an extremely fast speed Embedded in the bodies of a few unlucky ones in an instant, causing screams again and again. Immediately afterward there were deafening explosions from all directions in the warehouse. There were so many explosions that they seemed to want to bury everyone present there. The whole ground began to shake violently. Richard hurriedly grabbed the chair under Kinn and stood still. Footsteps use Kinn as a shield to avoid the hard-to-defend metal pieces in the air.