"What do you want to do?" Shao Anheng couldn't help being alert.
"They are Yan Jin's people, they opened their mouths, and they could ask more or less useful information."
"Not necessarily. If it's just a thug, it's hard to get into the core things. What's more, knowing is one thing, not telling it is another.
Shen Wei listened, but did not waver, his cold eyes were awe-inspiring: "I will know after trying."
"...Take you there tomorrow."
"Now you can."
The man's eyebrows tightened fiercely: "Do you have to be so urgent?"
Shen Wei gritted his teeth and said every word: "Life is a matter of life." And this "person" is not someone else, but Quan Hanting!
"Okay, I'll take you there."
Ningjiang Wharf, Warehouse No. 7.
The night breeze is cold, the moon is cold, and the river surface is covered with a layer of water mist, like a veil, mysterious and hazy.
The moment the iron gate was pushed open, the iron chain lightly touched the iron gate, making a crisp sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet night.
"Second brother, someone!" The third son suddenly woke up and turned his head to look calmly at the other second son.
I realized that he was not asleep at all.
"Second brother, I heard someone open the door."
"Ok."
"Will we die?"
"... ... do not know."
"But I want to live..." There was light in the third son's eyes, but soon fell silent again.
The black eyes of the second son are deeper than the night, and darker than the moonlight: "If you can, who wants to die?"
"If Yan Jin is finished, do we want to—"
In the next second, the lights came on suddenly, and the three sons' unfinished words stopped abruptly.
Both of them invariably squinted their eyes to adapt to the sudden bright light. After adapting to this brightness, they slowly raised their heads and looked at the incoming person...
In the eyes are women's slender legs.
The two sons looked up all the way, and finally froze on the expressionless face.
If Shen Hou when he was kidnapped was like a weak and helpless vine, then the woman standing in front of them now is the overlord flower who wants to eat flesh and blood!
She looks at you so coldly and without a trace of emotion, and she can make people feel the breath of death coming on her face.
"What do you slut want to do?! Just let anyone who knows you..."
Snapped!
The third son tilted his face, as if he had been put on a holding spell, motionless.
After a long while, he slowly turned back, like a deliberately slowed down shot, each frame is extraordinarily long: "You-hit, me?"
The eyes are full of surprise.
His three sons were beaten by a woman
Snapped!
Another slap fell on the other face.
Shen Hou: "The first slap is to warn you to put your mouth clean, and the second slap is to let you know what it means to be a prisoner! I remember that you taught me the three words'knowing the current affairs', how is it my turn? Did you forget it all?"
"you!"
Shen Wei stepped forward directly, kicked him to the ground with his foot, the toe of his shoe pressed his throat, and pierced his trachea.
"What's your relationship with Yan Jin? How did you kidnap me in the car without knowing it? Where did the super-tech offensive weapons in Yan Jin's hand come from? Tell all you know about it! Otherwise, I will let you know what is real... life is better than death."
The third son was startled, his back was cold.
"Cough cough cough cough..." Her cheeks flushed red because she couldn't breathe.
Just when he started to roll his eyes physiologically and was about to pass out, Shen Hu retracted his feet and watched him linger like a dead dog.
"Say, or not?"
The third son gritted his teeth and bite and bleed because of too much force: "Quit—think—"
"Very good." Shen Hun nodded, and took out a folding fruit knife from his pocket. Yes, it was the fruit knife, which he took in the fruit plate.
Under Sanzi's angry gaze, he opened, stretched, and held the handle of the knife.
The edge of the blade reflected a faint cold glow under the light.
Shen Hou squatted down, clamped the man's neck with one hand, and held a knife close to his ear with the other.
then-
Slowly exert force and go down.
"Ah—" Hearing a terrifying scream, the third son convulsed all over.
The blood dripped down the place where his ears were cut, and as Shen Hou continued to draw down, the wound became bigger and bigger, and the blood rushed more and more.
The strong desire to survive made him struggle violently, but unfortunately, his hands and feet were tied at the beginning, but now he can only become the fish on the chopping board-it can be slaughtered.
In particular, the force Shen Hun used to hold the back of his neck was astonishingly large and extremely cruel.
Pain rushes into every nerve in an instant.
Sanzi's face, Shen Hun's hand, bloody winding, stained to scarlet.
Compared with the man's painful face, the woman is as calm as a pool of stagnant water. No amount of fresh blood or sharp screams can stop her from continuing to draw. It is very slow and slow, deliberately unhappy.
Life is better than death.
She did it.
"Actually, you can ask for help." Shen Hou said lightly.
The third son was shocked, his eyes fell on the face of the second son who gritted his teeth and forbeared, yes, he can still ask for help...
"Second brother! Second brother! I'm going to die—"
Hoarse voice, desperate eyes.
"You save me... She will really cut off my ears..."
Shen Hun curled his lips indifferently, and his hands were suddenly heavy.
"Ah—" The screams recurred, the pain and fear, and the physical and psychological pressures have caused the third son to completely collapse. "Second brother...you...help..."
The two sons trembled all over.
Even Shao Anheng, who had been on the sidelines, couldn't help being frightened. Such a Shen Hou was like a madman, like a ghost who crawled from hell to the world. There was not a trace of popularity, and the whole body was condensed from resentment and blood.
Killing without blinking.
The air was filled with a heavier and heavier smell of rust, and the man's voice became weaker and weaker.
Shen Hou: "I have no patience. The last thirty seconds." If the situation she wants to see has not appeared, and the result she wants is obtained, then the third son's ears will be completely insecure.
She didn't tell anyone specifically, but the person who should have heard it had already heard it.
The last ten seconds.
Nine, eight, seven...
three two... ...
Finally—"Enough! Stop it!"
Shen Hun retracted the knife very simply, got up, and took two steps back. Instead of looking at the third son who was thrown away like a rag, he cast his gaze on the second son's face.
He chuckled and said, "How good is it to be so interesting? Your brother won't get hurt. Look at the half of the ear and I don't know if I can sew it on."
The man looked at her coldly, his cheeks stiff: "I can say anything you want to ask, but I have two conditions."
"speak."
"First, find someone to treat him without leaving a disability; second, after getting the answer you want, let us go."
"Okay." Shen Hou blurted out, as if he hadn't passed through his brain at all.
He nodded to Shao Anheng sideways, and soon, two younger brothers came in to lift the third son away.
Shen Hou: "I did the first condition. As for the second one, after I get the answer and make sure it's what I want, it won't be too late to talk about it."
"How do I know if you will turn back?"
"Even if I will, do you have other options?"
"..." The man said silently, he was desperate, there was no extra choice, this is the fact!
After a long time, the second son said: "What do you want to know?"
Shen Hun: "What is your relationship with Yan Jin?"
"Employment."
"What is the reward?"
"Thirty million," he paused for a moment, "dollars."
Shen Hou: "How long have you known each other and how many times have you cooperated?"
Second son: "Less than a month. Only this time."
Shen Wei's eyes dimmed: "Why did he find you? Or, what capital do you have that is worth the sky-high price?"
Second son: "Because only we can take you away under the guard and surveillance of Lord Quan Liu."
Shen Hou: "Why?"
The man sneered, "Didn't you have guessed it? Ultra-technical equipment, but we are not using an offensive type, but a functional type."
"What function?"
"Teleport."
Rao was that Shen Hou had already expected it, and couldn't help but take a sigh of relief.
Shao Anheng was even more shocked: "How come there is such a thing?! Not to mention living things, even dead things can't achieve the effect of instant transfer and disappearance out of thin air."
"You can't, it doesn't mean that others can't." Erzi said coldly.
Shen Hou retrieved his voice: "...how did it do it?"
"The movement uses instruments, plus program settings and debugging."
"Where did things come from?"
The second son fell silent.
Shen Hou: "Don't tell me, you invented and made it yourself."