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Chapter 321 326. Killing

On Tuesday, the fat man checked into the hotel with a large group of people. Some were on guard downstairs, some were on guard in the monitoring room, and some stood guard by his side, blending with the powder they brought along the way.

His sweetheart is wearing sexy clothes, looking at him with blurred eyes.

The fat man's saliva was almost drooling: "Half an hour, no, an hour."

This was said not only to his subordinates, but also to himself. Such a sexy sweetheart was worth his time.

At the same time, Yuan Pengfei, who was dressed in disguise, had already arrived downstairs, with the tiger canvas wrapped around his left arm, and a silenced pistol in his right hand. He had already thought about what he should do.

"Hey, buddy, do you recognize this thing?" He asked jokingly with the gun pointed at the face of the man on guard on the first floor.

The man turned his head stiffly, not knowing what kind of trick he was playing, but he answered honestly, "Suppressed pistol?"

"No, it's a tiger." Yuan Pengfei shrugged, and generously showed him the tiger wrapped around his left arm: "Have you ever heard that tyranny is fiercer than a tiger?"

"Perhaps it was a famous saying by someone?" The man answered, but he was even more confused. What on earth was going on?

But a giant fluffy claw suddenly protruded from the picture scroll, and slashed across his chest in an instant. The man's eyes were wide open, and he couldn't bear to die.

"That's what Confucius said. You are wrong, so you have to die!"

Yuan Pengfei twisted his body, wanting to dance. This kind of sentence made him feel like a god of death.

The way of killing seems somewhat similar to that of a certain murderous maniac - Jack the Ripper.

Ripper Claw, this nickname is absolutely exciting, and it can make the enemy frightened and terrified all day long.

Raising the canvas on his left arm, he went up the stairs.

Number 6 in the monitoring room.

The 7th in the stairwell.

The 8th outside the room door.

At this time, the people in the room also realized that something was wrong, there was a smell of blood.

Tom, the second in command in the room, picked up the walkie-talkie and asked his subordinates in the monitoring room, but no one answered.

One of his subordinates was about to open the door and go out to have a look, when he saw the blood on the ground seeping through the crack of the door.

"There are enemies!"

A few people fired at the door with guns, and the bullets flew and smashed the door into a sieve.

"Cease fire." Tom waved his hand and made a look at one of his subordinates.

The subordinate was reluctant, but he could only cheer himself up, walked carefully to the door, and opened the door.

And the corpse that was beaten into a sieve leaning against the door directly collided with him, and the blood directly stained him into a blood man.

The fat man in the room had already been alarmed. He got up from the bed and called the man on guard on the first floor, "Hello, hello."

No one answered the phone.

He also didn't care about packing the banknotes in the safe. He took out an Uzi submachine gun from the gun cabinet, and led his men to search for a way out. He didn't even answer his sweetheart calling him.

Passing by the TV monitoring the stairwell, he glanced at it and almost scared him to death, "Jack the Ripper?"

Tom heard the words and leaned over curiously, thinking the same thing in his heart, it was too bloody and violent, how could it be more violent than them!
It's just brutal.

A group of people ran down in a panic, and Yuan Pengfei walked briskly behind. With a scream, the ninth one solved it.

"He's behind!"

"You lead someone to block him."

The fat man pushed Tom, dropped all three of his subordinates, and ran down by himself.

But this struggle was still in vain. With a burst of gunshots and a scream, the tiger on the canvas reached the unblocking line.

The new function confirms an idiom - to act as a villain for the tiger.The ghost of a person who is killed by a tiger helps the tiger to hurt people, and is called a ghost.

After a puff of black smoke, a pale black figure appeared, which was the village accountant.

This ghost does not have many functions, it only has a ghost body and a distorted mind.It's okay to lie to people, but if you really let him do it, it's still almost there.

But this is not bad, something is better than nothing.One person and one ghost are always better than one person.

Downstairs, the dead fat man was still running wildly, and no one stopped him, he had already run to the underground garage.

He found his car, opened the rear door and sat in it, urging the driver quickly: "Drive fast, drive fast!"

It's just that the driver didn't do what he said, but turned his head 180 degrees and looked at him with dead eyes.

The dead fat man's hair stood up all over his body, he raised his gun and fired, the rattling sound of gunshots could be heard endlessly, and a shuttle of bullets was fired in an instant, the dead driver was whipped into a sieve.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the black muzzle of the gun was already pressed against his temple, and a cold voice sounded in his ear: "If I were you, I wouldn't make unnecessary struggles, after all, you wouldn't want to see Your own internal organs, right?"

The fat man didn't dare to cast his eyes casually, and said with an aggrieved face: "Brother, don't kill me, I'll give you the money, I have 20 dollars in the safe, and I can pay 200 million dollars for my life, don't kill me!" .”

"Yo, I don't see how valuable you are!"

Yuan Pengfei patted his face lightly, feeling a sense of dullness, things went too smoothly, and this fat man was too sensible.

Passing the note and the phone to him, Yuan Pengfei said flatly, "Call this number and listen to what the other party has to say."

The dead fat man seemed to have grasped at the straw of life-saving, and immediately dialed the phone, waiting for the other party's conditions.

"I'm Morizio, it seems that you have returned to the city."

The voice on the phone was a bit distorted, the fat man swallowed and said incoherently: "Yes, not really, I mean I'm only staying for one day."

"Really, then I'm sure that this will be your last day, and we won't have to see your dead face again."

The voice on the phone was very arrogant, if in the past, the fat man would have responded unceremoniously, even more arrogant than the other party.

But at this moment, he could only obey the other person's answer and say "yes" tremblingly, begging for a chance of survival.

Yuan Pengfei took the phone, listened to the employer's instructions, and asked calmly: "Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Repeat my words."

"do you understand?"

"uh-huh."

Yuan Pengfei snorted and stared at him dissatisfied. This damn fat man looks like a pig. Does his brain also have a pig's brain?

The fat man came to his senses instantly, "I understand, I understand."

"Very well, there is a price for saying the wrong thing, and I took those dollars away." Yuan Pengfei gave the final verdict, put away his gun and walked out.

After about ten seconds, the fat man let out a long sigh of relief, feeling grateful for his life.

But suddenly there was a voice not far behind him, which almost shocked his heart: "Won't you say goodbye to me?"

(End of this chapter)