The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 310 Suitable Target
A few wisps of gauze-like flowing clouds passed by the bright moon, adding a touch of mistiness to it.

The open-air stadium on the ground was brightly lit and bustling with people.

Even though it is the most prosperous place in the county, it is still a remote area close to the federal border. Due to its geographical location, the public recreational activities in Sunny Valley are still slightly poor.

Especially at the end of the year, a popular rugby game is a rare pleasure. Not to mention that all the children from their own middle schools will be present. Therefore, most of the residents came early to reserve their seats. On the contrary, the town Suddenly empty.

But...not everyone is interested in it.

Amidst the bustle of people, a figure quietly changed out of his uniform, got into a private car and drove away.

Although the absolute area is not too large, the local history is very long. It is one of the earliest settlements in several nearby states. There are many luxuriant ancient trees on both sides of the road. The thick oaks and eucalyptus branches are connected to each other, and they are in the dusk. Under the light of street lights, large shadows are cast.

The car slid silently along the path and turned into a vast but rather simple house.

Although the two-story masonry building has been modernized and renovated, traces of antiquity can still be seen in the details.

Different from the low-key style outside, the interior decoration of the house is very luxurious, with the highest-end household appliances and expensive furniture scattered throughout. What is even more peculiar is that there is at least one animal head specimen hanging on almost every wall.

"Uncle Ander sent news from the State House. Recently, extraordinary incidents have occurred frequently in the Federation. The news from above is very tight. It is best to be cautious in extraordinary times."

Nick's face changed slightly, and he suddenly became nervous. He took the glass and took a sip, savoring the spicy and sweet taste, and said hesitantly:
"Then what should we do? Maybe we can temporarily cancel the sacrificial ceremony and postpone it for a few months? Anyway, the time limit of the ritual has a certain excess limit."

There are countless kinds of things in the forest, and the carefully crafted heads are lifelike, looking down at everything with an indifferent attitude, as if they are monitoring something.

Such a horrifying scene is enough to make any normal person scream hysterically, but for those who come here, it is just a common and small case.

It is said that this kind of arrangement was originally a decoration commonly used by some old-school people in the Federation, but most of them were wolves, deer, dogs and bears hunted by the owner, and there is only one hanging here:
--goat!
Black goat with big spiral horns.

Angora goat with long and smooth hair.

He elegantly picked up the wine glass, put a few ice cubes in it, added half a glass of amber whiskey, and gave it to his returning brother.

"No!" The man simply rejected his proposal, straightened his back and frowned.

Many eyes full of gelatinous luster rotated slightly, and the small dark red five-pointed stars inside flickered and appeared. The evil power exuded was like invisible poisonous snakes, biting the man who entered the door and moving with it.

The man's hair was neatly combed, shining with the shine of hair wax, and his well-fitting handmade suit was wrapped snugly around his body. Even in the house, he did not unbutton a single button. His appearance was meticulous, and he looked like a standard white elite from head to toe. temperament.

This is not an exaggeration, but a straightforward narrative fact.

Spanish goats with scarf-like velvet.

After all... who would be afraid of their own guard dog?
"Why are all the defenses turned on? What happened? Do you need to be so careful?" Taking off the baseball cap that hid his face, Sheriff Nick Goode casually threw it on the corner of the table and looked at the black-haired man on the sofa in confusion. .

"Both my uncle and I are approaching the end of our terms. There are several rivals who are jealous of the position. If we want to continue to be re-elected and continue the glory of the family, 'that' blessing is an indispensable key." Chief Executive of the county, Will Good said firmly.

Nick played with the crystal clear cup, a trace of worry appeared in his eyes, and he lowered his voice:
"Actually... from my personal point of view, the family's current wealth and power are enough. If we try to climb up any more, we are likely to cause trouble. If we attract the attention of interested people, it will be difficult for us to withstand the investigation..."

"Don't think so much." Will Goode frowned and raised his hand to interrupt his persuasion. "The power field is like a rushing river. When you swim in it, you have to use your hands and feet to maintain your current position. If you relax even a little bit, you will be swept away or even sink to the bottom of the water."

Will drank all the wine in the glass and said enthusiastically:
"It is precisely because of this spirit of constant struggle and pioneering that the Goode family has reached what it is today." He grinned and smacked the remaining wine stains.

"As for the death of a few poor country bumpkins... it's nothing at all. Once we reach a certain height, it won't matter even if we are discovered. The hearts of those big shots are much more vicious than ours! No one will hold us accountable. "

Will smiled sadly. He was well aware of the squalor of the upper class and was not as afraid of it as his younger brother.

"Is the target equipped?"

Nick's facial muscles twitched slightly, and two young and beautiful faces flashed in his mind, and he slowly nodded and said:
"The target this time is very suitable and has sufficient motive to commit the crime, which is enough to convince everyone."

"Very good!" Will stood up with satisfaction and smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes. "I really miss the era when information was limited a few decades ago. At that time, no one would dig into the details of trivial matters in the slums. It's not like now..." He shook his head mockingly, his tone mixed with arrogance and helplessness.

"...I actually have to find a way to give a reasonable motive.

Hum, let's go, start from tonight. Just like before, you should make preparations for the aftermath and find a reasonable explanation for the 'tragedy' that is about to happen. "

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In the long dark corridor, Tina stumbled and ran, sometimes looking back in horror.

She covered her lower abdomen in confusion, and strands of bright red blood twisted and seeped out between her fingers. The severe pain stimulated her nerves, making her thinking confused and leaving no time to think about anything else.

Suddenly something seemed to be kicked under her feet, and the girl staggered and fell to the ground in a panic.

Ignoring the wound, she climbed up on her hands and knees and was about to continue running away. At this moment, she trembled all over and looked up stiffly. The chaotic color in front of her squirmed and changed, and a familiar face emerged.

"His!"

The wavy steel pattern on the alloy boning knife suddenly moved, pulling out a dark stream of light, which sank into Tina's chest without any hindrance, and then was twisted cruelly.

Enduring the tremendous pain of digging out her heart and lungs, she looked at her former lover in disbelief, her lips opening and closing like a dead fish.

"Sammy, why..." Only half of the questioning words came out, and the rich darkness swept up, dragging her into the bottomless abyss...

"Ah-gudong!"

Tina let out a high-pitched scream and rolled down from the bed.

She collapsed on the floor in shock, shivering, turned on the desk lamp, and panted for a long time before she managed to calm down.

"This is the second time...it's definitely more than just a dream!"

(End of this chapter)