Chapter 1275: Bloody Game (5)

Ismail, 1.82 meters tall, and Senator Stewart's son, Kadar Stewart, walked on the road with their heads covered. Hearing a car coming from behind, they raised a thumb.

However, half a day passed, and no one was willing to stop and pick them up.

A day and a night of walking in the wild consumed too much energy for the two, and also made their images look exceptionally sloppy. The sweat brought by the hot weather not only pickled the two, but the ill-fitting clothes were also dirty and wrinkled.

"Need to find a place to rest," Kadar Stewart drank the last bit of water in the bottle, threw the bottle, and said.

Ismail said muffledly: "I can still do it."

"Can't wait until you're too tired to walk before resting. By then, you won't even be able to kill people," Kadar said, touching the gun at his waist, helping Ismail organize his backpack, and then looked toward the village on the right.

They were carrying two guns, but to practice courage and technology, Kadar didn't use a gun himself, but used a knife to kill.

Facts proved that this was a great help to the two. They only killed someone on the side of the road once, and they were no longer afraid at all, to the point that when they returned to their own country villa and attacked and killed their father and that bitch, Kadar could act like a big villain, venting all his dissatisfaction accumulated over the years, and then killed both of them without any accident.

Kadar personally killed his most hated stepmother, and Ismail helped him kill his father. Although Kadar felt a little regretful, not sure if he should have personally shot his father to death, but no matter what, this moment was the happiest, freest, and happiest moment in Kadar's life.

"Can't get a car, let's go to that house," Kadar suddenly pointed to a three-story building outside the village: "Go over and see if anyone is there. It's best if there are one or two people. Kill them all, and then we'll sleep inside, eat something, and rest before leaving."

"What if someone comes to the door halfway?"

"Then bring them into the house and kill them," Kadar said very easily. He thought very easily too. Two guns and two knives, and both had killed people and practiced their hands. Even if there were a few more people in the house, they could kill them.

Ismail, although a big tall guy, always listened to Kadar and didn't have much of his own opinion, and his courage was even smaller. He just asked: "What if people outside hear the gunshot?"

"Just look around to see if anyone is there before killing. If we shoot in the room, people dozens of meters away won't hear it," Kadar said, and added: "If the people inside are easy to kill, use a knife to save some bullets."

"Okay," Ismail agreed in one mouthful. He hadn't used a knife in these two killings, and this time he really wanted to practice.

The two teenagers finished speaking in a few simple sentences, walked off the highway, and walked along a field ridge toward the nearest three-story building.

In front of the building, there were trees with fat branches and leaves, flowers and trees with fat petals, a fat old dog in the yard, and a chubby little child running and playing in the open door.

"Hello, is anyone home? We want to get some water," Kadar had received a good education and shouted politely at the gate.

Inside the room, a woman in her 20s walked out, looked at Kadar with a full face of smiles, looked at Ismail behind him, and asked: "You are all students, right? How did you come here?"

"Gap year, just want to take a year off before college. We are preparing to be backpackers and walk all the way to Bincheng," Kadar then asked politely: "What should I call you?"

"Ayla."

"Ayla, I'm Kadar, nice to meet you," Kadar looked very gentlemanly.

Ayla gathered her hair and laughed, also saying: "Kadar, nice to meet you. It's very far to Bincheng, oh. I remember it takes five or six hours by car."

"There are still 320 kilometers. We want to walk a section first. If we can catch a ride in the middle, we'll catch a ride. It's best to walk for a week or longer to exercise our abilities. When we get to Bincheng, we'll take a boat to another country, and then continue walking," Kadar was telling the truth. They planned to find a boat in Bincheng and then smuggle into another country.

Similar to the murder plan, Kadar decided to treat the Dama trip as practice. This was the environment they were most familiar with. After practicing how to be a backpacker here, they could continue walking when they went abroad.

Several nouns in a row attracted Ayla's attention. She couldn't help but envy: "Your life is really good. Aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid? No need," Kadar smiled: "Life is just a game."

Ayla was stunned for a moment and laughed: "Very deep."

She only thought this was a teenager pretending to be deep, just like her husband when he was young. She didn't realize at all that although the two people in front of her were young, they had already completed two challenges of random killing and patricide, and were in the period of their lives with the greatest lethality.

"Your life is also good," Kadar then looked at the child in the yard and asked: "Is this your child? How many people are in the family?"

"It's mine. There is also the child's grandmother in my family, taking a nap. By the way, do you want water? I'll get you some..." Ayla said and turned to go inside.

Kadar gave Ismail a look, followed the woman into the kitchen. While walking, he pulled the left sleeve of his jacket to his wrist, put a motorcycle glove on his left hand, drew a knife with his right hand, and stabbed it into Ayla's waist from behind without a sound, while holding Ayla's neck with his left hand.

After two experiences of killing, Kadar had also learned some new killing techniques through videos. This time, he specifically stabbed at the woman's liver.

Just as taught in the video, the woman was in so much pain that half of her body folded over, but she couldn't move and lost her strength. She could only use her hands to claw at Kadar's glove, looking at Kadar with surprised eyes.

"Kadar, why don't we..." Ismail, 1.82 meters tall, closed the courtyard gate and followed in. Before he finished speaking, he was surprised to see Kadar's knife stabbed into Ayla's waist.

"Why don't what?" Kadar had already killed two people with a knife, and both were stabbed face-to-face. His psychological quality was trained to be very strong. At this time, he looked at Ismail leisurely, and stirred twice with his right hand.

Ayla was in so much pain that her eyeballs were about to pop out, her entire face was distorted, and a large amount of blood gushed from her waist. The hand clawing at Kadar's glove quickly turned into pulling, and then only had the strength to hold his hand.

Ismail swallowed his saliva and said: "I wanted to say, she was quite nice to us. Actually, we don't have to kill her. Just staying for a day might be simpler."

"Stay? She only has two women, a little child, and a dog in her family. Why would she be willing to let us stay? It's not bad if she can point us to a hotel or help us call a car. Letting men stay is a very dangerous thing," Kadar said, slowly putting Ayla down, then pulled out the knife, gestured at her neck, and cut it in hard.

The knife entered very deeply, and the trachea and blood vessels were cut off together. Ayla didn't even have the chance for a final howl.

"I didn't leave it for you. See if you want to practice on that little child first, or go up and kill the old woman directly," Kadar wiped the blood clean on Ayla's clothes.

Ayla didn't know if she heard his words. Her eyes solidified for a second, and then her pupils dilated.

"Dead," Kadar stood up, sheathed the knife, pulled out his own pistol, and said: "I'll watch for you. You try using a knife to kill."

"Okay," Ismail then pulled out his own knife.

He brought a Mad Dog high-end tactical assault knife, which was very popular, very expensive, very difficult to buy, but because it was too famous, it seemed like a street weapon in the knife world. However, no matter how arrogant those collectors were, no matter how skillfully they called it a Mad Dog knife or something, or despised the popular and non-high-end Mad Dog high-end tactical assault knife, there were still very few who had truly used it to kill people.

Ismail licked his lips, proudly grabbed his Mad Dog knife, held the knife in his right hand, and walked up the stairs along the stairs.

Wednesday.

The atmosphere inside the Dama Police Department was still relaxed.

Jiang Yuan's arrival not only helped investigate cold cases but also gave everyone a strong psychological hint, a sense of security that someone was backing them up.

Yes, even police officers want a sense of security.

Jiang Yuan was still watching surveillance videos, this time videos from various stations and airports.

Liu Jinghui stood in front of several maps and pondered, occasionally picking up a pad to check data.

For Jiang Yuan and others who were familiar with the domestic environment, once the suspect was determined in investigating a case, the case was basically over, especially when Jiang Yuan could provide a large amount of evidence. After being sent for prosecution, there was basically no need for supplementary investigation. Instead, during the death penalty review, there was often a need to go back and forth.

The situation in Dama was slightly different, but Jiang Yuan and Liu Jinghui didn't feel it was difficult. They had caught fugitives before. As long as they combed through it carefully, the fugitive's escape space would only continue to shrink. The only thing they needed to pay attention to was not letting the killer escape the country.

Dong dong dong.

Nicha's big leather shoes stepped out a series of sounds, pushed the door and entered.

"Someone claims to have seen two teenage backpackers trying to hitch a ride on the road, one of whom was tall, about 1.8 meters. The place where they met is here..." Nicha drew a circle on the map in front of Liu Jinghui on the spot.

"Walking forward along the highway?" Liu Jinghui had been looking at the map for most of the day, and countless place names instantly popped up in his mind.

"That's what the driver said. I've already asked people to find more drivers to ask," Nicha said.

"You can find drivers from transport companies to ask. There must be drivers passing by at the same time who saw the two," Liu Jinghui gave a suggestion, which was translated by the interpreter.

"Good idea," Nicha said with a relaxed face, picking up his phone, only feeling that cooperating with Jiang Yuan and others, solving cases was as simple as treating guests to dinner. ===== CHAPTER 1276 =====