Super Dimensional Fantasy World

Chapter 312 Supplement to the chapter about Beimen Jueyi (8)

"Notify all teams, sweep the area, especially in the parking lot! I'm going to hack both of them myself!"

Simon said sternly, and the assassin behind him went out to inform the teams after receiving the order.

Simon walked around the room twice more, and after finding no valuable clues, he also walked out.

After walking out of this room, Simon obviously felt something unusual.

I have a lot fewer subordinates!
There was a loud noise from the west side of the second floor.

Simon clenched the long knife dripping with blood in his hand and slowly approached it.

Dozens of assassin corpses have been piled up at the west stairwell. The girl is holding a long knife and her face is covered by her long messy hair.

The assassins looked at her nervously and took precautions.

With a lift of the girl's wrist, her figure flew out like a ghost, and several people fell down in response.

Simon hid behind the passengers and observed the girl's actions. When the girl raised the knife to make a move, Simon seized the opportunity and rushed out from the crowd, stabbing the girl's back of the head with a long knife accurately.

At this time, the girl made an action that was unbelievable to everyone. Her head did not move, but her whole body was completely twisted. The deformed palm slapped Simon's face, and Simon was slapped away.

Next, the massacre continued, but it was the assassins who carried out the massacre before, but they are also the ones being massacred now.

A dark cloud drifted past, covering the entire sky above the hotel, and the surrounding area was quiet.There was only the sound of blood dripping from upstairs and splashing on the slate.

Simon leaned against the door with blood on his mouth. He looked over, and there was no one standing on the second floor except for the girl.

When those passengers thought their savior had arrived, the girl stretched out the butcher knife to them.
Simon's legs were cut off by the girl, and he quietly waited for the girl to harvest his life.

"Night will be no more, and they will use neither lamp nor sun, for the Lord God will give them light. And they will reign forever and ever."

The girl uttered such a strange sentence, but Simon no longer cared what she would say.

He was now breathing thick and bloody air, and blood filled his eyes. Everything he saw was red, but he still breathed in air and looked at the world with his eyes wide open.

He just hopes that he can feel more of the beauty of the only remaining life when this world is dying.

"Night will be no more, and they will use neither lamp nor sun, for the Lord God will give them light. And they will reign forever and ever."

The girl repeated this sentence again.

When she finished speaking, she turned and walked away.

Simon was stunned!Is she going to let me go?
The girl went down the stairs step by step, and Simon's shock turned into ecstasy!
When he was excited to the top, a long knife flew over and lifted Simon's forehead
The girl returned to the courtyard, she kept repeating that sentence, and then slowly lay down on the place where she died before.

The whole world is quiet again
Zong Bufeng and Beimen Jueyi sat in the car and waited. Zong Bufeng sat in the passenger seat and dozed off.

"All right."

Beimen Jue opened his eyes and said.

"Okay? Let's go then, I don't even know what we are waiting for."

Zong Bufeng also woke up, and when he heard Beimen Jueyi's agreement, he also sat up straight.

Beimen Jueyi swaggered out of the pickup truck through the back door.

Along the way, they didn't encounter any obstacles, even Zong Bufeng was amazed, and kept saying that the bald head not only shaved his hair, but also shaved off his own IQ.

Beimen Jueyi just smiled and didn't speak.

Er Gouzi looked at his master, then at the nagging man, yawned, stretched out his front paws, and fell asleep again with his little furry head on his pillow.

The next morning, the uncle of the restaurant who lived opposite the hotel walked through the cold street with soy milk and fried dough sticks, and went to the hotel to deliver breakfast.

The uncle is a native of the Republic. As early as several decades ago, he wandered to Russia for various reasons, and finally took root in this small city.

Over the years, he has been cooking delicious Chinese food. Later, with some savings, he opened a Chinese restaurant. Because of the partnership with the hotel, he would come to the hotel every morning to provide delicious Chinese breakfast to the tourists staying at the hotel. .

The uncle hummed a little song, and he carried a shoulder pole. One of the two boxes contained a pot of soybean milk, and the other was filled with freshly fried fried dough sticks.

The streets today were much quieter than in the past, but he didn't care at all. Desertedness was the status quo throughout Russia.

He knocked on the iron door of the hotel and found it was open.

The uncle opened the door a little, and the smell of blood rushed out of the hotel instantly.

The uncle suddenly had a bad premonition.

He walked in quickly, and found that the snarky aunt at the front desk had died tragically on the counter.

Plasma continuously flowed down from the second floor, gradually spreading a layer of red on the ground.

The uncle suppressed his nausea and went up to the second floor.

Next, he saw a scene that he never wanted to see again in his life!
In the corridor on the second floor, the blood that was about to solidify almost covered his feet, and the broken limbs and arms were scattered all over the passage. On the east side of the second floor, the broken corpses were piled up into a hill, and the whole hotel became a mountain. After entering the Shura field, resentment and despair are everywhere!

At ten o'clock in the morning, the media from all over Russia flocked to this small town with almost no people.

Before governments could react, news of the massacre spread around the world.

Vladimir personally came to the scene to direct the work, and 168 people died overnight in the entire hotel, and the death conditions were extremely tragic.

They found the Hells Angels in the hotel, but the Hells Angels killers also died here. Except for the passengers and the Hells Angels, there is no third party joining here. Cannibalism.

But this reason is far-fetched, and in the end the massacre became the largest unsolved case in Russian history.

Beimen Jueyi and Zong Bufeng continued to drive west.

Zong Bufeng was drinking yogurt, and with the other hand he was stroking Er Gouzi's nape.

After several hours of negotiation, Zong Bufeng finally got his wish and picked up the cat.
"If we continue to go to Moscow, maybe we won't be so lucky to escape their pursuit."

Beimen Jueyi said this.

Zong Bufeng frowned, Murong Lingji, Hua Yingying and Feng Fuzhi were waiting for him in Moscow.

"What about my teammates if I don't go?"

"If you go, they will become more dangerous." Beimen Jueyi said.

Zong Bufeng put down the yogurt in his hand.

"Then what do you say, if we don't go to Moscow, where else can we go?"

Beimen Jueyi seriously drove the car and uttered four words: "Siberia."

Zong Bufeng was helpless. He was being hunted now. If he was forced to go to Moscow, it would really be detrimental to Murong Lingji and the others.

After thinking about it carefully, he made up his mind and said, "Then listen to you and go to Siberia."

Beimenjue smiled. "That's okay, the target is Vladivostok, let's take a detour."

The pickup truck galloping across the wilderness changed its course again, and after a burst of dust was raised, the pickup truck headed east.

Moscow, Russia
Last night, Wang Liangdao took the last flight from Kyoto to Moscow. After several hours of flying, he finally arrived at Moscow International Airport in the morning.

When he appeared in the airport hall wearing a worn coat and carrying a gray backpack, not many people noticed.

But when Zhang Ziyu, who was far away in the academy, learned that Wang Liangdao had come to Moscow, the water glass he was holding almost fell to the ground.

He confirmed the authenticity of the news to the intelligence officer again, and finally got a positive answer.

"Even Wang Liangdao is here, it looks like the sky in Moscow is about to change."

Murong Lingji and his party got off the plane as early as last night.

The two girls who had just got off the plane had sad faces. Even though they both had good backgrounds, here, they didn't have a penny on them, and they couldn't even solve the problem of accommodation.

At this time, Feng Fuzhi, who always surprises people, stood up again. He first asked someone to borrow some money and made a phone call. After 10 minutes, two Ferraris stopped handsomely at the airport exit with their tails swaying.

A fat man with a greasy face came down from the inside, and he saw Feng Fuzhi almost knelt down in excitement.

"Young Master Feng, do you know how much I miss you?"

The fat man hugged Feng Fuzhi's thigh and cried out his thoughts.

It took a lot of effort before Feng Fuzhi explained clearly to everyone.

It turned out that the fat man was a general agent arranged by the Feng Fuzhi family in Moscow. The Feng Group had a large business in Moscow. With this relationship, they no longer had to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation during their missions.

Murong Lingji was still worried about Zong Bufeng, but right now, they could only wait, waiting for Zong Bufeng to come to them in person.

A few hours after Murong Lingji and the others left the airport, Wang Liangdao also quietly left with his backpack on his back.

He knew that the fastest way to know the whole situation of the city was to find the city's gangsters, and those gangsters often had the most detailed information.

Wang Liangdao already had a goal in mind.

Izzy hadn't been doing well during this time, since he came back from St. Petersburg that day, he had been seriously ill.

Izzy, who is getting thinner and thinner, is getting more and more powerless to deal with things in the Mafia.

The most incomprehensible thing to several high-level officials is that Yiqi shared the lifeline intelligence with a businessman, which annoyed Kudwanfu, the second-in-command in the gang, and the two had a quarrel in Yiqi's office , and finally broke up unhappy.

Izzy was lying on the bed drinking coffee, and he picked up the newspaper that his secretary Daisy had just delivered to him.

The morning was originally his office hours, but due to recent physical reasons, he has reduced his office hours and handed over many things to Kudwanf. This is also a kind of compromise, his compromise with Kudwanf.

(End of this chapter)