blackstone code

Chapter 2252

For an ordinary person who has not been trained, the maximum breath holding time is about 30 seconds to 50 seconds, and it will be difficult to sustain it any longer.

But after training, people can hold their breath for an astonishing length!
There is a small island in the Eastern Ocean. The aborigines on the island rely on the sea to live. These people are like mermaids, who can hold their breath in the sea for a long time.

Most people can hold their breath for about 10 minutes, some may be able to hold their breath for 10 minutes.

But obviously, the art teacher belongs to the kind of person who has good physical fitness but has no professional training.

She didn't know that the more intense the activity in the absence of oxygen, the more oxygen the body would consume, and the sooner she would feel suffocated and die.

Her head sank deep into the soft sofa, and Fern's arms were like the steel arms of a crane, without the slightest tremor, deformed, just pressing so hard.

The art teacher first shook her hands vigorously, then beat them, and finally picked them with her nails. Her nails turned out!

Even though Fern's wrist was gouged out with many bloodstains, his hand did not move.

Her movements began to resist violently and then gradually slowed down.

After Fern strangled her neck for more than 50 seconds, her almost powerless body suddenly struggled violently again.

This force came very quickly, and it was very ferocious. This was the last attempt of the body when a person was dying. The formation of power surpassed people's cognition, so her resistance was particularly strong!

But no matter how powerful it is, it cannot be compared to Fern's strength.

After this sudden resistance, she was completely quiet.

Fern withdrew his hands, but the art teacher didn't look very good.

He sighed deeply, and began to pack his things. He burned the little papers recording various criminal evidences to ashes, and then flushed them into the sewer.

After tidying up all the traces, he sat on the sofa beside the art teacher, covering his face with the hands that had just taken the life of the art teacher.

For the first time, he felt the feeling of heartbeat, and because of this, he fell in love with each other deeply.

But in the end, he ended it all.

"You shouldn't be so curious, I told you before!", Fern lit a cigarette, and said to the art teacher a little irritably.

"You should listen to me, how could I harm you?"

"You are really stupid!"

After smoking, he seemed to be in a better mood. He helped the art teacher tidy his hair with his hands, "We will be together forever, I promise!"

With that said, he carefully picked up the art teacher and walked to the basement.

There, there is his studio.

When the lights came on and countless tools were neatly arranged together, he put on his apron and got ready to start working.

But this time the job was different from any previous one.

……

The next morning, Fern called Lynch.

"Mr. Lynch, the art teacher is dead." His voice didn't tremble, and there wasn't any sentimentality, just the most ordinary tone.

When Lynch heard this sentence, his first thought was that someone killed her, but soon he knew that the answer was wrong.

With Fern around, it's impossible for anyone to get past him to kill someone, and the art teacher wasn't part of them.

No one will do anything to an art teacher who is not a threat, at least on the surface.

Then the only possibility is that Fern killed her!

"You don't have to do that," Lynch said after a brief silence.

Fern didn't seem to be surprised that Lynch knew that he was the one who did it. It seemed that since they followed Lynch, nothing could be hidden from Lynch.

There was something on his face, and he didn't know if it was a change in expression or a subconscious change in muscles, "She's so curious, she wants to know a lot of things she shouldn't know."

"I tried to persuade her, but she didn't listen, she crossed the line, I can only kill her..."

At this moment, there was a trace of sadness in Fern's voice, but soon the sadness disappeared.

"Mr. Lynch, may I know who is ordering her?"

The great revanchism of vengeance and revenge has always been prevalent all over the world, and the Federation is no exception.

The sadness and anger in Fern's heart at this time needed to be vented, and he needed a way to vent.

He wants to know who is controlling the art teacher, making her keep making radical attempts in the process of going to the abyss, and he wants that person to pay for what he has done.

Lynch asked him to wait, then called the nephew of the FBI director, and then took a name.

He told Fern the name and information of this person, "This person is her former boss. Later, someone mobilized the pawn through him. I don't know who it is, but you can ask yourself."

"I'm sure he'll tell you, after all, he's done it wrong."

"Thank you, Mr. Lynch, I'll see you when I'm done with this part."

"It's okay, I will go to Slem when I have time."

After Fern hung up the phone, he called Noel again, "Brother, I need your help."

Noel was having breakfast, and he asked the servants to leave before asking, "What do I need to do?"

"She's dead.", almost the same reaction as Lynch, Noel soon realized that the troublesome woman was killed by his brother.

He was actually very happy, after all, there was a nail inserted into the whole company from his younger brother, and once the nail started to rust and function, it would be very difficult for him.

But fortunately, she died.

"I'm sorry to hear that, what do you want me to do?"

Fern told Noel the news that Lynch had given him, "Bring them here for me, I want to entertain them well."

Noel knew that this request was a little too much, but he would not refuse, so he agreed.

"You can see them tomorrow night at the latest!"

After hanging up the phone, Noel made a call to the current leader of the Brothers Grimm gang, and then the whole gang began to act.

And their target had just woken up at this time.

As a senior civilian detective who is about to retire, this unlucky, slightly bald gentleman doesn't know that fate has played a little trick on him.

He came out of the room in sleeveless underwear, yawned and took the newspaper, and sat on the toilet while shitting and reading the newspaper.

At his age, and his position in the FBI, he didn't have to be in the office that early—

It's not because of his high status, but because he is about to retire, so no one has arranged a job for him, and people can tolerate his "laziness".

After all, his hard work will dilute the power in the hands of others, so people still hope that he is better off doing nothing.

And this is what he himself hopes. He will be able to retire in the second half of next year, and then he can rest with a high pension.

He was thinking about his travel plans after retirement, and when he reached for the toilet paper, he found that there was no toilet paper.

He called out his wife's name and asked her to bring some toilet paper. After calling several times, he heard footsteps outside the toilet.

He frowned, his footsteps were a little heavy, it didn't sound like his wife's footsteps, could it be the children coming?

He doesn't know, but he knows it's best to wash all the shit out at this time.

As he reached for the pull cord of the sink, the door opened.

A black gun was pointed at him, and all his movements stopped there.

His ass wasn't wiped until he was packed into a travel bag...

By the time everything around him lights up again, no one knows how much time has passed.

At this moment, it is no longer the Federation, he knows it very well, because he knows that he is on a plane.

The panic in his heart made him almost speechless, and what was even more frightening was that his whole family was here.

"This guy stinks, wash him off."

Fern looked the same as in the past, a high-end shirt with a little embroidery, black trousers without the slightest wrinkle, and shiny leather shoes.

His strong body and tall stature made him look visually striking, and the contact person recognized him immediately.

He had read the files of the Brothers Grimm more than once, and analyzed what could be used from them.

"This is... where?"

While the subordinates were mercilessly washing the contact person's body with a water hose, they also brushed his buttocks with a horse brush.

The pain from being brushed was so bad that he gritted his teeth and did not cry out.

Fern replied politely: "This is Slem, Mr. Liaison."

The contact person's pants were torn off because some shit got on them, which made him ashamed and angry.

Because his wife, kids and even grandkids are around and he, being a civilized man, has no pants!

He gritted his teeth and looked at Fern, "Where is the art teacher?"

In fact, he has realized that most of the presence of him and his family has something to do with the art teacher.

Fern took out a pendant from his chest. It was a bone pendant. It looked like it was newly made. It had no jade and no signs of long-term use.

"Look, here she is."

The contact person's expression became even more bitter, and he didn't even know what to say.

He turned his head and glanced at the family members who were terrified but unable to speak, and finally begged, "This matter has nothing to do with them. If you want revenge, revenge on me alone is enough."

Fern smiled, and put the pendant back into his clothes, "I have nothing to do with you, why are you so determined to hurt me?"

"She has nothing to do with you, why are you so determined to let her die?"

"Why are you asking me not to hurt each of these people when they are related to you?"

"Or, is this your standard?"

Fern took out his pistol and shot directly at a group of people. Even though their mouths were stuffed, their screams could be heard.

A young man lay on other people's body. He reached out and touched the blood that was spilling out of his chest, and his breathing became short of breath.

"No!", the contact person's eyeballs were about to pop out!

(End of this chapter)