"Troshevsky, why are you here?"
"Take me to Brother Markusha quickly. Something happened at the hotel."
The doorman was shocked. Seeing the panicked Troshevsky with blood on his face, he did not become suspicious. He opened the door and led him into the house.
Go through the somewhat narrow patio and enter the three-story building at the back. In the messy room, five or six men were standing in a circle, watching four men playing cards.
The room was filled with smoke, and Troshovsky couldn't help coughing.
Hearing the cough, these people turned around, and one of them said, "What's wrong?"
"Brother Markusha, Troshovsky is here and says something happened at the hotel."
The guard leading the way said urgently.
"What?"
Everyone was shocked when they heard this. Another man stood up and said anxiously: "Did any police officers go to search?"
Troschovsky did not speak, and looked carefully at the man in front of him. He was bearded, six feet tall, strong and tall, and had a tattoo of stars and the moon on his right wrist.
Seeing that Troshovsky didn't speak, the man stepped forward, twisted his collar, and shouted: "I asked you a question, didn't you hear me?"
Troschovsky suddenly laughed: "Are you Markusha?"
"Huh?"
Before these people could react, Troschovsky's whole body suddenly began to squirm like countless crawling insects, and soon turned into a terrifying scarecrow wearing a black cloak.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Countless tentacles shot out from the scarecrow's body, piercing the bodies of everyone in the room in an instant.
Except Makusa.
The tiny tentacles were like ropes, tying him up tightly.
The door rang and Sherron walked in. After a while, Tina poked her head out from behind and said with a smile: "I knocked down all the others. What should I do?"
"Wait a minute, I have a better way to handle it!"
Xie Lun said indifferently, walked up to Markusha who looked frightened, pinched the man's chin and looked carefully, and sure enough, there was a slight wound on his cheek where his beard was pulled off.
"Tell me, where are the girls you captured last night?"
"Is it you?" Makusa's eyes widened, "Are you the man who talked to me on the phone?"
"Sorry, it's not me, but I'm more terrifying than him." Xie Lun said expressionlessly, "Say it, and I can make you die faster."
Markusha laughed strangely.
Sherron stared at him coldly for a moment, nodded slightly, grabbed Markusha's grass, and his body began to squirm and twist again. In Markusha's horrified eyes, this terrifying scarecrow quickly transformed into his appearance.
"... The memory of these two days is very clear... Found it, Fornan Manor, the girls will be auctioned at 12 o'clock tonight, and then sent directly to the ship..."
Xiaocao, who turned into Markusha, carefully checked the memory he had obtained: "Wait a minute, some memories seem to have been sealed and tampered with. Boss, you'd better take a look for yourself."
Sherron took a step forward, grabbed Markusha's head, and looked directly into his eyes. His own eyes instantly turned scarlet.
Markusha's whole body trembled, and then a shrill and frightened scream came from his mouth. The legs twisted and twitched violently, but soon became still.
Xie Lun snorted, let go of his hands, looked at Markusha who had fainted from fright, his eyes returned to normal, turned to Tina who had just walked into the house and said: "Is it done?"
Tina nodded: "It's all done."
Xie Lun looked around, then suddenly grabbed the clothes hanger placed in the corner and broke off the other branches, leaving only the thickest long pillar in the middle. After placing it in the middle of the room, he said to Xiaocao who had returned to its original shape: " Sit this guy up here."
Seeing how tall a person is, the top of the pillar is sharp and thicker than an adult's arm. Xiaocao is also a self-taught person. He lifts Makusha, aims at the top of the pillar and puts it down.
With a sound of "Ouch", Makusa, who was originally in a coma, woke up instantly. He opened his mouth wide and screamed, but the more he screamed and struggled, the more his body sank.
"Okay, fix it and don't let him tip the hanger." Sherron nodded with satisfaction and said to Tina, "Just like this, hang everyone else up too. Don't they like to use women to make money?" , then I’ll let them have a taste of being stabbed.”
***
Under dim street lights, in a deserted alley.
"Fadili."
Brian emerged from the darkness like a ghost.
The middle-aged man waiting for him seemed to have been used to Brian's elusiveness. He turned around calmly, nodded and said, "Brian, long time no see. I heard you retired."
"Yes."
"Then you are coming this time?"
"I'm here for my daughter, Cam, who was kidnapped."
"Oh... I'm sorry."
Brian took a step forward and stared into the other person's eyes: "Fadili, you should know some clues, right?"
Fadili said calmly: "You should start from the crime scene."
"I have already been to the scene of the crime. Someone was there first and all the valuable clues have been taken away by him." Brian said solemnly, "But the Maikou Gang is rampant in Paris. You can't know their origins and whereabouts." I don’t know.”
Fadili pursed his lips and said, "I'm retired too, Brian. We are no longer the people we used to just fight and kill."
"I'm begging you, Fadili, I've wasted almost 24 hours without making any progress so far. I'm almost going crazy." Brian gritted his teeth and said, "If something happens to my daughter, I can't guarantee that I will Do something."
Fadili sighed, took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Brian, and then gave an address: "Take this business card and go to that place. As long as they haven't taken action yet, they should give it to you."
Brian took the business card and glanced at it: "Honorary Advisor to the National Security Agency?"
Fadili shrugged: "It's just a casual meal."
"Thank you, man, I owe you a favor this time."
Brian turned around and left, and Fadili said urgently: "Remember, you are the only woman, don't be troublesome..."
As he spoke, Brian had disappeared into the darkness. Fadili shook his head and whispered: "If you cause big trouble, I can't help you, Brian."
More than half an hour later, Brian got out of the taxi. In order to prevent anyone from following him, he deliberately got off the car at two intersections away from his destination.
Taking advantage of the darkness, he turned up his collar, covering most of his face, put his hands in his coat pockets, and walked quickly along the sidewalk.
After arriving at the address Fadili said, Brian looked around and made sure no one was there before reaching out and knocking on the door.
There was a soft "squeak" and the door opened a gap.
The door is ajar, not closed.
Brian frowned and knocked on the door again to make sure no one came to open the door, then opened the door and walked in. All the lights in the houses in the courtyard were turned off, there was no light at all, and it seemed like everyone here had fallen asleep.
Brian shrugged the tip of his nose, and he smelled a hint of blood. He took out his cell phone and used its light to shine forward. As a result, a ferocious livid face appeared in front of Brian's eyes.
Brian took a deep breath, looked carefully, and found that the man had died long ago, and his death was in a strange manner. The body was inserted into a wooden stick nailed to the ground. The wooden stick was inserted deeply into the body from behind. He should have bled to death.
What's even more horrifying is that there is more than one such dead body, and they are densely packed behind them, like telephone poles, arranged in two neat rows, extending from the patio to the house.
Brian could be considered a person who had been killed from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, but he had never seen such a scene. The night wind blew by, and the bodies hanging on the sticks, with their hair and clothes swaying, and their dead eyes, made Brian involuntarily feel a chill on the back of his head.