The CEO's Super Dad

Chapter 509 Killing the Three Assassins

The tall killer's face was bloodless and his arms were shaking. He struggled to shoot Ye Mo one last time. It seemed that he would rather die than pull Ye Mo to the bottom.

Ye Mo's eyebrows flashed, and when the other party was about to shoot, he first grabbed the tall killer's wrist, and then pressed it, and the tall killer's bones made a "cackling" sound, and when he let go, the flesh he held in the palm of his hand The CZ seven second-hand gun fell to the ground.

"Burn to ashes."

Ye Mo was full of murderous intent, the Liuyan sword in his hand ignited a raging flame at this moment, when he lifted the sword towards the sky, the flames of the blade soared into the sky, and rushed straight into the tall killer.

"Ah..." A painful voice yelled out from his mouth. The tall killer's facial features were distorted, and his skin was burned into flames inch by inch. Pile of black ashes.

The blade of the Liuyan sword is attached with highly flammable molecular oil. Compared with ordinary oil, the flame temperature that can be released from it is as high as a hundred times. As long as it is entangled by this terrifying flame, it will undoubtedly die.

Withdrawing the long sword, Ye Mo turned his head to look at the opposite side. The black-faced killer was still alive, because he was kicked by Ye Mo, but the foot was not fatal, so he can still act now.

Slowly stood up, compared to before, the black-faced killer seemed much more frightened, his body trembled, and his eyes were full of fear. He looked at Ye Mo like a monster. After all, Ye Mo just burned his companion to death, but it took only five seconds In a short time, the companion who was still alive turned into a pile of black powder.

"Monster..." Difficult, the black-faced killer said these two words. He was ordered by the "boss" to assassinate Ye Mo. He originally thought that he should be a formidable opponent, but he didn't expect that this opponent had already It's not described as difficult to deal with, but as a monstrous existence.

Throwing down the broadsword, this time the killer turned around and ran away without even thinking about it.

As a killer, surrendering without a fight is the greatest shame, but dying in vain is what a fool would do.After the fight just now, the black-faced killer determined that there was a huge gap between himself and Ye Mo, and this gap could not be made up by relying on his will to die.Knowing that he could not defeat the opponent, the black-faced killer immediately made the decision to run away.

"Coward" Ye Mo couldn't help but mock in his heart when he saw the black-faced killer trying to run away.

Since you don't have the determination to die, you shouldn't assassinate yourself. If you want to assassinate yourself, you must have the determination to die.Ye Mo will not let the black-faced killer run away like this. First of all, he will not let the enemy go. Secondly, he still has something to get out of the black-faced killer's mouth.

Pulling out the death pistol from the weapon belt, a small-caliber bullet shot out from the muzzle quickly, breaking through the air, and instantly hit the black-faced killer's calf. With a "plop", the black-faced killer fell to the ground, blood flowing, and he shouted in panic: "Ah..."

The pain stimulated the nerves of the black-faced killer. It was the first time he felt such panic. The scythe of death reached his neck, and he struggled to escape.Crawling on the ground with both hands, he seemed unwilling.

Ye Mo appeared in front of him first, and stepped on the back of the black-faced killer: "Where do you want to go?"

"Bastard..." the black-faced killer cursed, and then raised his fist to hit Ye Mo's foot.But before he could swing his fist, Ye Mo looked down and fired a second bullet from the muzzle of the gun, which pierced through his arm directly.

"Sand" blood splashed, the blue grass was stained with bloody red beads, the air was filled with a stench, the black-faced killer looked at the big blood hole on his right arm, and couldn't help but scream.

Ye Mo looked at all this with a blank expression, he is a demon, life seems worthless in front of him at this moment.

Stepping on the head of the black-faced killer, Ye Mo asked coldly: "Tell me, why did you kill me? Who will explain it?"

"You...do you think I will say it?"

"I think you will." Ye Mo felt that this killer was different from other killers. Although the killer's blade skills were very strong and he looked burly and tall, his psychological quality was very weak, and he was not really a professionally trained killer. .Therefore, it is not difficult to press his whereabouts from his mouth.

Ye Mo put a gun on his head and threatened, "If you don't tell me who your employer is, I'll shoot you through the head."

"We killers are not afraid of death."

Until now, the black-faced killer is still showing off his strength. The killer is indeed not afraid of death, but the body movements of the black-faced killer completely betrayed him. He is just afraid of death. Ye Mo can feel the beating of the aorta on his neck, and he can see it The pupils dilated, showing a very frightened look.

Since the other party was unwilling to speak, Ye Mo had no choice but to use his own means to force him to agree.

"Death is not terrible. The most terrible thing is to accept endless pain before death. I think you should experience this pain."

Ye Mo pulled out the Flowing Flame Sword, and before the black-faced killer could react, he chopped off his left arm with one blow, blood poured out like a fountain, and the severe pain was like being run over by a car.The black-faced killer's eyes were loose, he looked at his empty left arm, and finally stood up loudly.

Howling ghosts and howling wolves, his ugly voice filled the remote and silent road.

Ye Mo looked at all this with such silence, human life is sometimes very fragile, and human spirit is also very fragile.Ye Mo is now mentally and physically tortured, as long as the black-faced killer's defense line collapses, he will say anything if asked.

The current result is just as Ye Mo expected. After screaming, the black-faced killer is like an abused kitten, curled up, with a pitiful expression on his face.

It is indeed ridiculous for such a big man to show a pitiful appearance, but he should have such awareness.

Now Ye Mo threatened further: "If you don't want to talk, I will cut off your right hand, left foot, and right foot one by one, so that you can know what it's like to be a person without limbs."

The killer didn't speak, he was expressionless, his lips turned white, and even his body became cold.Seeing this scene, Ye Mo thought that the killer was stunned by him, so he slapped him several times, but even after he slapped him a few times, he didn't respond.

Ye Mo was stunned, is the killer dead?But when he checked his pulse, he found that the heart was still beating, and he was not dead yet.

"Talk to me!" Ye Mo yelled fiercely.

"Say what?" The black-faced killer shouted in a weak and hoarse voice, and his sudden shout at least made Ye Mo sure that he was not dead.

(End of this chapter)