Chapter 1111 - Until Death Do Us Part (1/2)

Chapter 1111: Until Death Do Us Part

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In a cloud of dust, she caught sight of her target.

Earl Lorenzo.

It was evident that the earl had just woken up. While he was scrambling to pull on his pants, the God’s Punishment Warriors at his bedside drew out their swords and lunged at the invaders.

The break-in had apparently alarmed the God’s Punishment Warriors. Although they did not have self-consciousness, they were instructed to kill anyone who entered the room by force.

“Betty!” Zooey shouted.

“Got it,” Betty answered as she followed into the room and went down to her knee. She cupped her hands and said, “Come!”

After years of training and numerous battles, they had reached a mutual understanding that transcended words. Without even looking at Betty, Zooey jumped backwards and landed precisely on Betty’s hands.

Betty got her just in time.

Then she pushed Zooey upward, and the latter rose into the air and flew over the God’s Punishment Warriors like a swallow. She grabbed the chandelier hanging down from the ceiling and swung to the bed.

The spacious, luxurious master bedroom instantly became a perfect stage for Betty’s personal show.

Zooey raised her grapshot gun.

Time seemed to stop at this moment.

The God’s Punishment Warriors wheeled around but were unable to catch up with her.

Betty, on the other hand, made a posture of victory, her back to the bed. This was definitely a habit she had developed after visiting the Dream World. Apparently, Betty was deeply influenced by special effects in the Magic Movie and the so-called art of combat, believing a real combatant did not need to throw a backward glance at the explosion behind her. Nevertheless, she was not strictly following the rule, for she was leaning sideways while watching the God’s Punishment Warriors out of the corner of her eyes, so Zooey did not bother to argue about her silly behavior.

Earl Lorenzo looked up, terrified and astounded.

He had never expected that the God’s Punishment Warriors whom he trusted so much would be flattened in less than a minute.

The chandelier fell apart, sending flickers of candlelight in the air.

In the meantime, Zooey aimed her gun at Lorenzo and pulled the trigger.

BOOM!

Then the clock seemed to be ticking again.

A cloud of blood mist erupted from the earl’s chest.

As dozens of bullets rained down at him, he first sank under the huge shockwaves and then bounced up. By the time he fell again, his body had turned into a pulp.

Zooey immediately stepped onto the bed. Failing to support Zooey’s weight, the bed collapsed magnificently.

At the same time, the God’s Punishment Warriors suddenly froze.

“Not a perfect landing, but the rest was brilliant,” Betty commented on a whistle. “I wish there was a pair of sunglasses.”

Zooey rolled her eyes at her resignedly and said, “Let’s recycle those shells first.”

“OK, OK…” Betty said, shrugging indifferently. She produced a small horn from her waist pocket and gave it a blow.

It was a special song, the very memory that had transformed these soldiers into God’s Punishment Warriors. The song was the activation code for these soulless shells.