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The gigolo sauntered towards the box area.
There is no need to deliberately search for which box McCracken is in, just walk inside, because they will find him on his own initiative.
His steps were not fast, even very slow. His eyes were looking around under the brim of his hat. He saw that there were no cameras in the corridor, which saved him a lot of trouble.
I have to say that Ludawang is really a good place for killing people and selling goods.
Turning around the corridor and continuing to walk forward, I saw two big black men with bulging waists standing at the door of a box.
When the gigolo saw them, the other party also saw the gigolo.
"What do you do?" the big man yelled coldly.
The gigolo didn't understand what they were saying at all, so he just walked forward slowly.
When the two big black men saw that he didn't answer at all, they suddenly became wary and pulled out the pistols from their waists.
The dancer was already close to five meters away from them. He slowly raised his hand and took off the peaked cap on his head.
The two big black men were stunned on the spot, and they involuntarily put down the pistols they had just raised.
In the eyes of black people, only those who are tall and strong enough can be powerful.
In their opinion, a person with such a perfect face is absolutely harmless.
The gigolo's lips raised a slight smile, walked up to the two of them, and said in half-baked Ludavan dialect: "Mr. McCracken?"
While speaking, he also pointed at the box door in front of him.
The bodyguard nodded immediately and looked at the gigolo from close range. They all felt dazzled.
A bright smile bloomed on the gigolo's face, but the next moment, the smile disappeared without warning, replaced by murderous intent in his eyes.
With a flick of his wrist, the butterfly knives in his left and right sleeves fell into his hands.
Two cold lights flashed suddenly.
The two black bodyguards had their eyes widened with utter disbelief.
At the same time, they slowly knelt down on the ground and covered their necks with both hands, but the narrow wounds on their necks gurgled blood and overflowed from their fingers.
"Dang Dang Dang." After knocking on the door with his slender fingers, he still
When there was movement inside, the gigolo opened the door and walked in without hesitation.
Sitting on the large sofa was a middle-aged man, shirtless, holding a woman in his two strong arms.
The gigolo need not doubt that this man is his target McCracken.
McCracken frowned and looked at the door to see who dared to walk in. When he saw the gigolo, he was stunned.
This fair skin and exquisite facial features are completely incomparable when looking at the two people around him.
"..." He opened his mouth and was about to speak when a butterfly knife was inserted into his mouth, cutting off his tongue and then penetrating it from the back of his head.
Before the two women around him could react, the gigolo cut their throats with another butterfly knife.
The smell of blood slowly spread in the box, but the expression on the dancer's face did not change at all. The training he received from the moment he entered the army was how to kill.
He put the peaked cap back on his head, wiped the blood from the butterfly knife in his hand with the corpse's clothes, and then slowly walked to the door of the box.
Drag the two bodies of the bodyguards at the door into the box, close the box door, and then use a butterfly knife to destroy the door lock.
Walking back to the hall leisurely, I saw Zhang Feng looking over from a distance, and nodded imperceptibly.
Zhang Feng, who was sitting on the sofa at the card table, muttered: "Hey, there is nothing fun in this Viper Bar. Let's go back."
With that said, he stood up and walked outside.
Zhao Qiang and Qiang Sen were both stunned, and quickly caught up after realizing it. Johnson didn't care and just listened to Zhang Feng's orders.
Zhao Qiang was anxious. He came to Zhang Feng's side and asked: "Brother Feng, aren't we here to kill McCracken? Why are you leaving before you take action? I already promised Uncle Liu, so I can't explain it." ”
He slapped Zhao Qiang on the forehead and cursed with a smile: "Why so much nonsense? I still don't know what you are doing here. McCracken is dead." After Zhang Feng finished speaking, he strode out of the bar.
"Ah?" Zhao Qiang's forehead was numb and he quickly chased Zhang Feng.
The three of them left the bar and got into the car. Zhao Qiang still didn't understand why McCracken died without taking action? Isn't this scientific
"Brother Feng, you also know that I
A stupid person. How did he die? Please tell me. "Zhao Qiang asked.
"The gigolo came out of the bar. You can ask him later. He moved his hands. How do I know how McCracken died."
Hearing this, Zhao Qiang still couldn't believe it. Was it really the gigolo who killed him? But there was no movement at all.
When the gigolo got into the car, he quickly asked: "Gigolo, is McCracken really dead? How did you move your hands?"
"Of course he's dead. Why did he move his hands? Just cut his neck with a knife and that's it." The gigolo said casually.
Zhao Qiang shook his head and said: "Impossible! Stop teasing me, gigolo. He, McCracken, is not a fool. He can still stretch his neck in front of you and let you cut it off?"
"You don't believe it, do you?" The dancer raised his eyebrows and asked. As soon as he said it, the butterfly knife fell into his hand and quickly swiped across Zhao Qiang's neck.
Zhao Qiang suddenly felt a chill on his neck and quickly covered his neck with both hands, but no blood came out.
Johnson, who was sitting in the driver's seat, couldn't believe that one person's knife could be so fast. Thinking of what Zhang Feng said in his mind, he was no match for this charming man in a life-and-death fight.
"Do you believe it now? If I had used the blade instead of the back of the knife, do you think you would still be alive?" the gigolo asked lightly.
Zhao Qiang shook his head as if he was completely stupid, and murmured: "I believe it, there is no life."
"Does McCracken still need to bring his neck to me?"
"unnecessary!"
It took Zhao Qiang a long time to calm down, his Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed hard. At that moment, he even felt like he was dead.
After he calmed down, Zhao Qiang's shameless spirit came into full play. He walked up to the gigolo with a smile and said, "Brother gigolo, look. You are my Brother Feng's brother, and I am Brother Feng's brother. Then we are brothers, right? For the sake of us being brothers, can you teach me how to use a knife?" Zhao Qiangtian said shamelessly.
The gigolo turned his attention to Zhang Feng and said puzzledly: "Zhang Feng is also a master of swordsmanship. Why do you have to sacrifice the near and far away to let me call you?"
Zhao Qiang shook his head and said, "Brother Feng put the blade in his mouth, I wouldn't dare."