"Why so many dead mice! Oh my god!" Feng looked at the dead mice all over the floor and lost a layer of goose bumps. "What's the matter, don't all the rats in the city come here?" Feng walked in cautiously, put down a bag of dinner, and carefully stood the wine in the corner. Without further ado, sprinkle rat poison along the wall. "I'll get a little dichlorvos away and sprinkle it with the corn. This is too scary. If there is an infectious disease or something, it will be in trouble."
"Isn't it? Last time you said that mice can be made into wax, which is delicious? Is it Ye Gong who is good at dragon?" Liangzi laughed and said, "The world-famous Daijunchou is not afraid of failure or death. I was afraid of mice. !"
"It's a person, it must be disgusting, or a dead mouse. It's better to live." Before the voice fell, a big mouse ran over, scared Feng sprinting to the side, and as a result, he was not good at learning skills, and rubbed his feet. The ankle groaned.
"Look, have a look, you can resist even if you can't." Ryoko said, "Now let's be honest."
"Don't resist. No one knows that you are here, so no one will come to rescue you." A scarred "person" was tied to the basement, and there was no air in the air. His upper body was covered with weal marks, and the trousers on his legs were torn apart. There are also several screw holes on the thighs. It seems that someone has screwed the woodworking screws in and out.
Holding a large flat file with his bald head, he filed the man's kneecap slowly. The bones are vivid, blood is constantly flowing out, and the wounds are constantly staggered by files. The person was already trembling in pain, but his bald head didn't matter. He had a look at it and corrected some angles.
"You said, how about I got a diamond by mistake?" Bald asked.
"Follow, whatever you want. I, I won't say, ah, ah!" The man was still resisting, unexpectedly bald head stabbed the muscle tissue above the knee with the tip of a file, and his body contracted suddenly, like a cold sweat. Note.
The fat man took the file off, lit a cigarette by himself, took a sip and then stuffed it into his twitching mouth, "Why? It's meaningless to be stiff. No one will know if I die here. I'll die for him. Is it worth it?"
Nicotine calmed people down quickly. Of course he knew who did all this, but he really didn't want to say. Last month, my wife was caught, and she ran around but couldn't win the lawsuit. Even the court helped the gangsters speak! My wife was actually said to be mentally ill! It's fine if the lawsuit is lost. I can't twist my thighs with my arms, let's bear it; those rascals still come to find trouble! I interrupted one of my legs and didn't say anything, and also scared my old father to a heart attack. He was almost gone, and his wife really became mentally ill this time! After being caught by a few people, I never talked to myself again. Later, he found himself and sent his old father to the best hospital to heal himself. Later, it was he who told himself that all of this was done by Mr. Liang's men! The east is the east of Mr. Liang! I'm just an ant.
However, the ants are still stealing a living, and they must not give up. Later, they sneaked into Mr. Liang's casino and finally achieved a big deal with talent and hard work! The big thing that can bring down Mr. Liang! Although he was arrested, he must not have an accident! Although I don't know the connection between Mr. Liang and this good man, I know that I can't say it! I can't say death!
"It's up to you, I won't say it." Now that I was determined to die, I felt calm.
"Okay, that's what you said. Later, I'll see if you say or not:" The bald smiled and poured a bottle of alcohol on his knee, and he fainted in pain.
When I woke up, everything in front of me seemed to become less clear. That kind person, the one who could bring down Mr. Liang, appeared in front of him!
"You, why are you here, be careful, someone is looking for you, it's not good for you!" he yelled anxiously.
"Nothing, they can't find me. I'm here to save you."
"How did you get in? They didn't find you?"
"They can't find me. We are safe when we get to the place."
"Where are we going? Where is it safe?"
"The place where we usually meet." "Your flower shop? Cross Rose?" "Go to sleep with ease. You'll be fine when you wake up."
"Cross Rose? Flower shop? Find this flower shop right away! Hurry! Find it and directly control the people inside!" Mr. Liang heard clearly in the recorder, and made a decisive decision. There must be a generation in this cross rose. The people of Junchi!
The bald head was actually in a cold sweat at this time, and he could see that he was very afraid of this kind Mr. Liang. The hallucinogen just now is the masterpiece of the person in front of you. The high-purity ****** makes people fall into the illusion. The most terrifying thing is those who ask questions. This trained person actually has a resonance reaction! It seems that Mr. Liang's voice is inherently hypnotic.
"On behalf of Juncho! I want to break your ten fingers!" Mr. Liang twisted off the recorder.
Cross Rose is a flower shop in downtown Shenyang. The owner is a middle-aged man in his early thirties, with a chubby figure, a chubby face, and eyes that disappear with a smile. He has excellent craftsmanship, coupled with that tempting gimmick: half price for couples, 30% for birthdays, and you can set your own price for visiting the elderly. The flower shop is always full of people, and just like this, the owner's money bag is getting bigger and bigger, and a set of hifi speakers has just been added to the shop in recent days.
On the wooden floor, there are rows of long-necked pottery jars with flowers of various colors. The flower-wrapped cellophane is colorful, neatly laid aside, "Echoes of Autumn" is softly placed on the speaker, and the boss lies on the rocking chair and enjoys a rare leisure time.
However, good things can never last. The flower shop has three uninvited guests, three murderous men. After they walked in, they didn't say anything, just stood there, so the air in the flower shop seemed to slowly freeze. Of course the boss knew that none of these three people came to buy flowers. When they first entered the door, they silently sent a text message that they had compiled a long time ago, then threw their mobile phone into the tea cup, and stood up calmly, "Yes. Are you looking for me? Let's go." The cooperation is very tacit. The three sturdy men seemed to be surprised. There was no reason to go so smoothly. They had to resist no matter what, even if it was symbolic. Is it a conspiracy? Could it be that what is waiting for you when you go out is a team of heavily armed mercenaries? How many sniper rifles
"Why, are you here to buy flowers?" The fat uncle is still thinking about joking. "If this is the case, I'll give you this bunch of flowers. By the way, I'm lazy and don't like unnecessary resistance." I just inserted it by myself, and this bunch of flowers is called Chivalrous Heart.