I Made Perfect Accidents with a Pen After I was Released from Prison - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Ica Turns into A Puddle of Mud

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

At this time, a violent gale suddenly appeared in the clear sky.

It made all the employees on the roof panic.

They could not control the equipment that was swaying left and right.

“Bang!”

Not far away, they could clearly see one of the ropes had already began to break.

The current gale was still raging.

The fixed rope could no longer withstand such intensity.

If this continued…

It was going to fall!

“Quickly retrieve the platform!”

At this moment, someone immediately gave the command.

The operator immediately raised his operating arm.

He wanted to secure the cleaning equipment.

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

Three consecutive sounds of rope breaking could be heard from the operating arm.

Immediately, the cleaning equipment that was in the air smashed heavily onto the platform.

Under everyone’s gaze, the equipment had completely tilted and was only less than half a meter away from the outer building.

“We can’t let it fall!”

Someone immediately shouted.

All of this happened in an instant.

There was no time to react.

All of this was like the trajectory of fate.

The ear-piercing sound of machines rubbing against each other rang out in the air.

The strong wind caused the operating platform to tilt.

It was about to completely flip over.

At this time, no one dared to go forward.

In this situation, if anyone were hit by it, their bones would break.

At worst, their internal organs would shatter and they would die on the spot.

Everyone knew the consequences and they could only watch as the event unraveled itself.

With the rapid rotation of the air current, the sound of the cleaning equipment and the platform colliding came from the high sky!

Then, with a piercing sound of metal friction, all the equipment fell from a height of hundreds of meters.

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Ica stood in front of her car.

Ignoring the warnings of the bodyguards around her, she played with the pencil on top of the car.

She had also found a pencil at the crime scene of her brother, Ian.

It was definitely a connection.

Ica was lost in thought.

While she was thinking, the bodyguards were also quietly waiting.

They constantly looked around for suspicious people.

It was their mission to keep Ica safe.

It was just that…

They had never thought…

This time, the enemy was not around them but… Above their heads!

The sound of air being torn apart was heard.

“Boom!”

A black shadow with an unclear speed descended from the sky and smashed into Ica’s Mercedes-Benz.

Fragments shot out from the equipment… And pierced Ica’s face.

A piece of shrapnel the size of a playing card… Instantly cut into Ica’s face.

It was stuck in her gums.

From the outside, it could be clearly seen that the nerve tissue on her face was completely exposed to the air.

It was like a nest of small snakes, still squirming instinctively.

A little deeper and it would cut through the nose.

Ica’s nasal cavity was instantly flooded with blood.

She felt difficulty in breathing.

There was no time to think.

Two dull and violent impacts.

Ica’s hair fell and her body stiffly looked toward the sky.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

An unstoppable force headed toward Ica, the eldest daughter of the Chicago Corporation.

Continuous black shadows fell to the ground at an acceleration from several hundred meters.

Countless cleaning equipment were like meteorites and sharp blades pierced into Ica’s body.

Her head took the first injury.

Countless pieces of debris smashed her face into a bloody mess.

Her eyes were even pierced by a pair of steel bars.

The debris that was stuck on her gums was directly driven in by the powerful impact and sawed into her nose.

Her teeth were even crushed into powder under the impact.

Her skull was like a bubble.

It was hit directly by the steel fragments.

One could see that the grayish-white brain matter had been churned into a paste under the impact of the huge fragments.

It flowed along the wound to the facial muscles that was exposed to the air.

The remaining fragments had dismembered Ica’s limbs.

It was like a burst of juice.

Her internal organs were squeezed out by the heavy blow.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Warm blood and flesh splashed onto the bodyguard’s.

Ica’s upper body was separated into two halves by the heavy objects.

Objects were falling continuously.

Ica’s flesh and blood were splattered everywhere.

All the bones and flesh of her body were smashed into meat paste.

An ordinary and compete person, in less than half a minute, was turned into a pool of red liquid with dirty blood.

The bodyguards were stunned by this change.

They did not even have time to react.

Ica’s body and car were smashed into a flat pulp.

As the last heavy object fell…

The scene was a mess. Everything around the vicinity was destroyed.

Ica understood at the last moment…

The meaning of this pencil.

Everything was clear.

However…

It was too late.

Ica’s consciousness went into an endless darkness.

At this time…

The bodyguards quickly reacted.

Someone pushed away the objects that had fallen onto Ica.

Someone contacted the emergency number.

At this time, their hearts knew.

Ica, who had been smashed into a pulp, was dead.

Such a large amount of blood, even God could not save her.

Lott looked at the scene of death, covered with blood and broken limbs, with great satisfaction.

Ica’s body could no longer be seen as a human being.

The high heels on her feet were also broken into smithereens.

At this time, the high heels fell into the pool of blood, dyeing the high heels even more red!

A delicate flower died just like that.

Lott did not show any pity.

Only the pleasure of revenge.

It had been a long time since he had such a feeling.

The system gave him the power of God, but it could not take away his humanity.

At this time, Lott had already left the Chicago Corporation building.

He did not need to stay here.

He leisurely walked on the road.

He looked just like an ordinary person.

No one could imagine that such an ordinary-looking young man had just killed the eldest daughter of Chicago Corporation, Ica.

He gently took out a small notebook from his pocket.

He struck off Ica’s name on it.

There were a few more names.

Top of the list was Ian, who had been paralyzed by steel bars.

There was another name below Ica’s.

Old Ian!

If this was a revenge, Ica’s death was just the beginning.

His real goal was to wipe out the entire Chicago crime syndicate.

To kill the two youngsters from Old Ian’s family.

It was a piece of cake.

He would not underestimate the opponent who had created the entire Chicago underworld.

If Lott underestimated his opponent easily, he would be eaten up by this old fox at any time.

The storm in Chicago needed to be more violent.

Lott was very clear on this point.

The next plan could not be as smooth as it was now.

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