Chapter 838: : Killing is a work of strength

This faint rancid smell was made of a corpse insect that can only be found in the Valley of Flames.
Just crush the corpse insects to death, squeeze their juice, and mix with water in proportion to become the best tracking signal.
The characteristic of this kind of potion is that once it is contaminated on clothes and skin, even if it is repeatedly washed with water, don't want to wash off its rancid smell, it will stick to the target like a tarsal maggot.
However, it is not always attached to the target. After thirty-six hours, without taking any measures, it will automatically disappear without leaving the target with any sequelae. It is the greenest and most difficult to be detected. The tracking tool.
Except for Yang Coffin, no one can distinguish from the thousands of flavors exuding on the streets of London and accurately track them.
"Excuse me, is there anything I can help?"
Seeing a woman dressed in old fashioned clothes, a windbreaker hat, and a big mask on her face walked into the lobby, the beauty of the front desk of Speed ​​Cyclone frowned slightly, but she still smiled professionally and asked Yang Coffin greet.
"I'm looking for Moshima."
Yang Gu said indifferently from his mouth, and walked towards the stairs without stopping.
This company is a four-story building, and when I waited for the elevator, I went up.
"Hey, wait, wait, our general manager is not here. Have you made an appointment?"
Seeing Yang Guju rushing in without a word, the beauty at the front desk was of course unwilling, and hurriedly bypassed the bar and chased it out.
She had just overtaken the corner of the stairs when Yang Guju waved a punch.
The beauty at the front desk rolled her eyes and collapsed on the stairs.
In the general manager's office on the fourth floor, Moshima, with band-aids on his nose, was kneeling shirtless and sitting at the back of the case, holding a signature pen in his hand, and lighting something on a piece of white paper.
He is mobilizing troops and preparing to move overnight tonight to back several night fields controlled by David.
Moshima is the leader of the Black Dragon Division in London. He has long coveted these places controlled by David, but he didn't dare to grab it easily.
Firstly, David is a local snake who has been in business for many years, and secondly, his strength was still slightly insufficient at the time, and he did not have the confidence to fight the local snake. Thirdly, if he did it well, he would be regarded as breaking the unwritten rules of the London underground and would be accompanied by him. Contempt and hate.
Now, he finally found a good opportunity to be "famous as a teacher" when he was able to fight David.
The band-aid on the nose is proof.
Such a good opportunity will he let it go if he is stupid.
In less than half an hour, he mobilized 37 elites from various departments to come here, drinking fine wine in the gym on the third floor and waiting for his orders.
Adding these seven people in his office makes forty-five.
Regardless of the number of forty-five people, it is far less than the number of David Bai's men in London, but these people are the elite of the black dragon group, all of them are one-to-one against one hundred.
Forty-five times one hundred, that is four thousand and five hundred people-no matter how large the number of David Bai is, can there be four thousand and five hundred?
"At eleven o'clock tonight, we will start from the night field on Huideng Street, and we will settle the battle within ten minutes. The battle will be resolved quickly and must not be delayed for a moment. Then, we turn to----"
Speaking of this, Shigeshima's injured nose moved, and he raised his head and asked, "What smells, so bad?"
In fact, his six main men had long smelled this faint rancid smell from Moshima-kun’s clothes, but they didn’t care. After all, Moshima-kun has body odor and thought it was a variant of body odor. It.
Because of his nose injury, Shigeshima-kun just regained a little sense of smell at this moment, and he smelled this unpleasant smell.
In order to maintain the dignity of the boss, several main men shook their heads: "No. I didn't smell it."
They said they didn't smell it, but they couldn't help looking at Moshima's clothes.
After Moshima came in, he took off his clothes and placed it on the desk, revealing the upper body with a dragon tattooed, so strong and strong.
"is it?"
Looking at the source of the odor, Shigeshima-kun picked it up and threw it in front of the window, and continued: "Then, we will turn around----"
When he said these words again, it seemed that there was a man's cry, faintly coming from outside the door.
"Those bastards, are you up again?"
Moshima-kun frowned and said to one of his men, "Go, let them stop making trouble. Shouldn't you keep your energy on the eve of the war?"
"Hayi."
The man nodded, got up from the tatami, and walked out quickly.
Moshima-kun lights a cigarette, and then he continues to plan the attack.
After he finished speaking in detail, it was already five minutes later. The one who restrained all his men and stopped doing anything on the eve of the war has not come back. Moreover, during this period of time, the men cried faintly, as if more Coming more and more frequently.
"What's so special, Taro, this bastard, doesn't he like to be a base? Why did you join? You, go and see."
Suddenly, Moshima-kun was irritated for no reason, and he raised his hand and pointed to his subordinate casually.
The subordinate with an ambiguous smile on his face agreed, got up from the ground and walked to the door.
When the boss sent Taro to go, he was a little dissatisfied--the boss was right, Taro didn't like to engage in basics, but he liked it.
Sending someone who doesn't like to engage in basic education to teach those people not to engage in basic education, but to make people who like to engage in basic education feel itchy in their hearts. This is simply a assignment.
Seeing that it was still early, I could definitely take this opportunity to engage in the last time, but he didn't take Moshima-kun's words to his heart and sneered secretly: "Cut, just the trash of David White, how could it be my elite opponent in the Black Dragon group? Hugh said that he would go there after he was cool, and even if he had been cool for three days and three nights, he would be able to handle them quite well."
The confident subordinate, just about to open the door and step out, with one hand!
Suddenly he reached out from the door and locked his throat.
Before he could react, he heard a crackling sound from his throat bone.
When the hand that didn’t play the piano was absolutely a waste, when he slowly retracted, the man covered his neck with his hands, his eyes seemed to come out of his eye sockets, and his open mouth was enough to put an eggplant in it. Go, just like that slowly collapsed to the ground.
This person was the 38th person Yang Xiao killed in ten minutes.
Everyone's way of death is all the throat bones are pinched to shreds, and the broken bone stubble is as sharp as a thorn, directly piercing the trachea, causing them to make the kind of sound that they would make when they got involved.
Yang Guju shook his hand, took off the hat on his head, and the mask on his face, revealing his sallow face.
Since last night, she has fallen in love with the killing method of crushing people's necks.
The reason for her love is simple, so basically there is no need to see blood.
Especially when a person's throat bone was crushed, the sound made her fascinated her-as if children like to crush shock-proof foam.
Suddenly a person came in and crushed his partner's throat. What kind of reaction would other people have?
Of course it is ---- dumbfounded.
But after the stunned force, it was the indescribable anger and killing intent that prompted the person nearest to the door to scream soaring into the sky. The person was in mid-air with an unusually sharp whirlwind leg and lashed at Yang Coffin. The chin of the coffin.
This man jumped too high.
Yang Guju didn't like it very much.
Because she didn't want to be like a dead person, she jumped up.
Since he didn't want to jump up, he couldn't crush his throat and couldn't enjoy the beautiful feeling. Of course he would be unhappy.
When Yang Gugu was unhappy, his temper would become worse, and his manner of killing would become more brutal.
She also kicked out.
The second kick came first and kicked heavily under the crotch of the man soaring in the air like an eagle.
This place is the most vulnerable part of a man's body.
Even if a weak woman gets a kick, it will hurt to death.
If Yue Zitong is a little hot pepper with a force value, he will be beaten up by his two eggs, and he will directly become an eunuch.
Let Li Nanfang play?
This person will die.
Where will Yang Coffin come to kick it?
This person will die miserably.
It is impossible to describe how loud his screams are in decibels when he hits his hips and midfoot. It is definitely a screaming bullfight. The glass of the entire four-story building is buzzing with echo.
Niubi, right?
It's true that the kick from Yang Guju not only exploded his two things, but also kicked off the bones under his hips. It pierced back like a military thorn and penetrated the intestines.
And he himself, more like a cannonball, slammed into the opposite wall with a bang.
With another bang, it fell to the ground.
Without the twitching or twitching that should occur at the end of life, he simply died.
Confused again.
The four Moshima-kun, all staring innocently, looked at the frowning Yang Guju.
"Don't jump, I don't like it. It's cruel."
Yang Coffin finally knew that it was cruel, so he was a little sad ---- walked slowly in front of a bewildered young man, stretched out his hand under his chin and quickly squeezed it, and enjoyed the feeling of squeezing the bubble. A faint smile: "That's great. All sit down and don't move."
Her requirements for Moshima-kun and others were too high.
Killing people, let them not move.
Under the world, how can there be such a fool?
Maybe there are too?
Because Yang Coffin crushed another person's throat, his movements were calm, without the slightest smell of fireworks.
When the man covered his neck with his hands and shivered in pain for the last few times on the ground, the two of Shigeshima-kun finally woke up from their dumbfounded state.
"idiot!"
They let out a roar of extreme fear and unbelief.
Next to the person closest to the case in front of Moshima-kun, he reached out his hand and took out a gun from his waist.
Yang Guju hated guns, because when she was teasing the three of Ye Xiaodao in the southern mountain area of ​​Qingshan, two of Lin Yiting's men accidentally wounded her shoulders with guns.
For her, it was a shame that she would never forget.
Therefore, whoever dares to raise a gun at her will have to die.
Although, this person is dead if he doesn't show the guy's fate.
It's just a way of death, but it won't be so cruel-with a bang, Yang Qiqi kicked his head on his back.
"Don't point the gun at me. I will be upset."
Yang Gugu frowned, and said lightly to Moshima-kun who was about to roll over and grab the pistol in his clothes in front of the window.
Moshima-kun dare not take it.
"Sit down."
Yang Guju said again.
Moshima-kun sat down obediently.
Yang Guangu also sat down, right across from him, also kneeling.
The kneeling style that the islanders are now accustomed to is still what they learned in the Tang Dynasty, so Yang Guangu never thought about what was wrong with her sitting like this.
"Pour me a glass of water."
After sitting down, Coffin Yang raised his hand and tucked his hair down, and looked at Shigeshima-kun: "I'm a little thirsty. Killing is a hard job."
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