Jing Wumian took out a flesh-colored object from the tool bag, put it in a tin box and bake it on an alcohol lamp. Within a few minutes, the plasticine-like object turned into a thick gluey paste.
Jing Wumian evenly spread the glue on the waiter's face, and then carefully scraped it with a horn spoon. After a while, the glue solidified and a fine mask was made.
Jing Wumian took off the mask and carefully glued it on his face, smoothed the corners with his fingers inch by inch, then combed a hairstyle like that of a waiter, took off the waiter's suit, put it on, and carried the meal. Standing in front of the foreman, Pan said respectfully:
"Hello, waiter, food delivery."
The foreman was stunned. He couldn't believe his eyes and ears. If he hadn't watched Jing Wumian's "face changing" completely, he would have thought that the waiter himself was standing in front of him.
Prasad also looked at Jing Wumian in disbelief. He had been in the arena for decades and was knowledgeable, but he had never seen anyone like Jing Wumian who turned murder into an art.
Looking at the expressions of the two, Jing Wumian knew without looking in the mirror that his "transformation" was very successful.
Jing Wumian calmly walked to the foreman, took his walkie-talkie, held his head with both hands, twisted, and with a click, the foreman’s cervical spine was directly twisted, his face turned to the back of his neck, and the whole figure looked like a root. The noodles collapsed on the ground.
Prasad stood up vigilantly, Jing Wumian snorted coldly, picked up the dinner plate and walked out.
"Tsar One" was at the bottom of the second floor. The "waiter" stood at the door and sorted out his clothes and hairstyle before he started knocking on the door.
"Who?"
"Hello, waiter, food delivery."
The door opened with a click, and A Chong let in the "waiter" and limped back to his wife to lie down.
The waiter put the dinner plate on the bedside table, took a bowl of caviar in both hands and handed it to A Chong. A Chong was waiting to reach out to pick it up. The waiter put the purple awn in his right hand at the bottom of the bowl and suddenly pierced A Chong in his throat. . At such a close distance, the unsuspecting A Chong can never escape!
What Jing Wu Mian did not expect was that this lightning-fast strike was blocked by A Chong. The Bing Po poison needle stopped a few inches in front of A Chong's body and could no longer pierce it. A Chong's right hand gripped Jing Wumian's wrist tightly like an iron hoop. When Jing Wumian was in a daze, there was a sudden sharp pain in his lower abdomen. A Chong kicked his dantian with his right foot without slanting, and Jing Wumian's whole body The figure flew back several meters like a kite, and fell to the floor with a "pop".
A Chong jumped up from the ** and looked at him with a smile.
Jing Wumian knelt on the ground and clutched his abdomen, with blood pouring out from the corner of his mouth, "You, how did you know..."
Jing Wumian's set of actions just now seemed simple, but after rigorous calculations, he didn't know how many rehearsals in his heart-but A Chong seemed to have known it for a long time, and he blocked his shots in advance.
Is there a flaw in your disguise? impossible!
A Chong stood there looking at him coldly, and Jing Wumian suddenly lost any offensive sex. He had no chance of winning in the two fights. For the first time, he had clearly pierced A Chong with the Ice Poisonous Needle, but he was no different. This time his unexpected shot was magically resolved by A Chong.
Is he, is he a human or a ghost
"Do you have any tricks?" A Chong said blankly.
He was also wondering in his heart that for the first time he severely injured Jing Wumian, and this guy recovered after a few days. Just now it was a full-strength kick. The internal organs of ordinary people were shattered, and Jing Wumian didn't even feel dizzy on the spot—what exactly is this guy's body made of
Jing Wumian stood up slowly and spit out a mouthful of blood, "Bei Ye Chong, do you think I'm here alone?"
A Chong's face changed.
At this moment, the door was knocked open with a "slam", and Prasad rushed in with a slight rush. The gun was pointed directly at A Chong.
Jing Wumian slowly retreated to De and said viciously, "Shoot! Don't care about his life and death..." Before the words fell, Jing Wumian received a heavy blow in the back of his head. It was dark in front of me, and I didn't know anything.
…
When he woke up, Jing Wumian found that he was lying on his back in a damp and dark basement, his hands were tightly bound by stainless steel shackles and tied to the concrete pillars on both sides. Jing Wumian struggled to stand up, feeling There was a sharp pain in the back of his head.
"Prasad, I drafted it!" Jing Wumian cursed in a low voice-even with his knees, he could think of the person behind the black hand.
Jing Wumian finally understood why A Chong would guard against his actions in advance. It turned out that the Tsar Palace was a trap under Prasad Bu. But what Jing Wumian couldn't figure out was how could a person like Prasad rebel
At this moment, the cellar door was suddenly opened, and a tall, thin, strong man bent down and walked down the stairs. Behind him was a sturdy man with a sturdy back—it was Suzheleheke.
The man walked up to Jing Wumian, his eyes flickered, and he opened his mouth and asked: "Chinese? Russian? English?"
"Fuck you!" Jing Wumian spit at his feet.
The man didn’t think he was disgusted, and said calmly, “My name is Asgen, I’m different from them.” Asgen said, pointing to Suzhele and K behind him, “They are good people, I am a bad person. ."
Jing Wumian chuckled: "You're a fart, it's okay to be a bad guy, I..."
With a cold light in front of him, Asgen quickly drew out the scimitar on his waist, and with a "chap", he chopped off Jing Wumian's right hand abruptly.
Jing Wu Mian shook his body and snorted, staring at Asgen with cracking eyes, and the remaining hand tore the steel shackles violently.
As if he was afraid that the blood spurted from Jing Wumian's broken wrist would splash on his body, Asgen stepped back two steps and looked at Jing Wumian coldly. After he got his breath, he still said in a calm tone:
"A few years ago, I once dug an ancient tomb of the Han Dynasty and found a skeleton in it. The strange thing is that this skeleton has no leg bones or hand bones."
Asgen paused when he said that, and looked at Jing Wumian in his spare time.
Surele and K looked at him and rubbed his head in wonder, didn't he talk about it and interrogate him, why did he start telling the story
Asgen continued: "Later I took this bone out and showed it to an expert, and the expert said it was a human being-do you know what a human being is? It is a punishment for turning a person into a pig. I think You should have heard of the name Hou Lu? It doesn't matter if you don't know it, I can tell you slowly. The earliest person, Hou, was invented by Hou Lu to deal with her political opponents and rivals.
At that time, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty Liu Bang had a young wife named Madam Qi. She was the earliest female dancer in the Han Dynasty, the earliest female singer in the Han Dynasty, and the first female Go player in China. Gaozu married her when he was the king of Han, and loved Qi Ji very much. The next child in the two lives is Liu Ruyi.
After Liu Bang seized the world, his original wife Lu Fei and Liu Bang's favorite Madam Jiqi had a dispute over the issue of establishing a prince. Although Empress Lu hated her deeply, but Qi's husband and wife Yi Shuangxin was so white and beautiful that she was favored by the emperor, so Empress Lu had nothing to do with her.
Later, after Liu Bang's death, Lu Hou took control of the political power. She sent all the concubines who had been favored by the emperor in the past into the cold palace and called them to the present. Mrs. Qi is the worst, she has to do the dirtiest, most tiring, and hardest work. Mrs. Qi, who was born in an aristocratic family, had never been subjected to such abuse. She was trapped in the cold palace and was miserable. In addition, she missed her son Ruyi and often sighed. He also compiled the love of thinking of children into lyrics and music:
'The son is the king, and the mother is the captive, all day long and the twilight, long and dead together! Three thousand miles apart, who should sue you?'
After Queen Lu knew about this, she thought that Madam Qi had a conspiracy to rebel, so she ordered Liu Ruyi to be deceived to the palace and killed him with poison on the spot in front of Madam Qi. This is not over yet. Empress Lu ordered Mrs. Qi to cut off her limbs and two eyes, deafened her ears with medicine, cut off her tongue, and poured medicine into her throat to destroy her vocal cords. Then she threw the invisible, inaudible, and unspeakable Madam Qi into the pigpen, only to see her wriggling in it, but she couldn't make a sound.
Queen Lu named Mrs. Qi as "Ren Yu", also known as "Ren Zhu".
It is said that Mrs. Qi died in humiliation after crawling in the pigpen for three days. "
Asgen finished the story in a calm tone, with a surprisingly calm voice, but Suzhele and K were trembling at the hearing. Asgen stared at Jing Wumian coldly with both eyes and said, "If you are Chéng Rén, how long can you live?"
Jing Wumian gasped for breath, and the blood on his wrist was dripping continuously. From Asgen's cold eyes, he could tell that this person did what he said.
"What do you want to know?"
"How many shadow warriors came to Mongolia?"
"Two."
"What's the other person's name and where is it?"
"She is called Black Cat, and I don't know where she is. The activities of the Shadow Warrior are kept secret."
Asgen frowned and took a step forward with the knife.
"There is a handheld in my equipment. After decoding with fingerprints, you can enter an encrypted channel. After entering the ID of BLACK-CAT, you can send messages." Jing Wumian gasped.
Asgen nodded, "Do I need a password when contacting?"
"No, just enter English directly-but the content should be short, it's best not to be as wordy as you just now." Jing Wumian looked at Asgen's eyes full of ridicule.
Asgen was unmoved by his provocation, stepped forward to pick up Jing Wumian's severed hand, looked at him coldly, and said, "You better pray for the black cat to get the bait."
Jing Wumian sneered: "Then you better prepare more manpower, she is not as easy to deal with as I am."
Asgen turned his head and motioned for a moment. Su Zile and Ke stepped forward to tie Jing Wu Mian's arm with a belt to stop him from bleeding, and after simply bandaging the broken wrist, they went upstairs with Asgen one after another. Up.
After the cellar door was closed, Asgen stood with his head down for a while, then slowly straightened up, silently looking at the other hand tied up by the steel shackles, suddenly opened his mouth and gnawed frantically on his wrist...