The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 32
"Damn it! Kidnapping a weak woman can make such a big fuss?" Richard Sapa was about to explode his lungs. He pushed away his mistress in a sexy nightgown and roared into the phone: "You How did you do it!?"

The subordinates silently bore the anger of their superiors, and said quietly: "How about taking all these witnesses?"

"You son of a bitch!" Richard was even more angry, and the loud growl made the blonde mistress next to him pale, "The disappearance of a teenager can still be called an accident. Ta Ma has been missing, do you want all the police officers from the Gotham Police Department to be mobilized?"

After a long time, the head of the Italian mafia family rubbed his brows, leaned on the head of the bed, exposing his bloated belly covered with thick hair, and wearily ordered: "Take those teenagers and Rui After Qiu Daos was knocked out, he was taken to the old place in Gotham port, and he used the leash in the trunk of your car to take the car away, so as not to leave traces at the scene, you know."

"Yes, got it."

The black suit nodded, beckoning others to confiscate all the electronic equipment on the teenager and in the car, and escorted them all into the black car.

The mafia picked up the debris in an orderly manner, and picked up all the flying parts one by one and packed them into bags. Their level of care was comparable to that of the most dedicated CSI detectives (Crime-Scene-Investigation, that is, crime scenes) investigation).

The convoy left in the dust, leaving only the poor tree with its bark rubbed off, still standing silently facing the sky.

In the two-star Michelin high-end restaurant in downtown Gotham, Li Ang sighed, did not enjoy the sirloin steak that the waiter had just handed over, wiped his fingers with a napkin hastily, and rushed out.

Can such horrible things happen less?
Li Ang climbed up to the rooftop while thinking about it, jumped back and forth between tall buildings, and returned to the motel where he was temporarily staying in a short time.

He opened the wooden wardrobe, took out a cheap silver plastic suitcase from it, and opened the box to check his weapon collection.

One full-body transparent raincoat, one plastic rain boot, three pairs of flesh-colored latex gloves, one tactical flashlight with lithium-ion battery function, one 88CHB armor-piercing knife produced by COLD-STEEL, one 90PTHGZ hand axe, and an external silencer Two tactical Glock 19-style 9mm pistols, with ten full-load magazines, and a mask made by myself when I have nothing to do.

First of all, let me introduce COLD-STEEL Cold Steel Company. This company is a well-known diversified manufacturer of cold steel knives, folding knives, and straight knives. It specializes in the production of various cold weapons with unique shapes and high cost performance. The status among enthusiasts and collectors is very high - in fact, many men just buy the cold and shiny knives home and don't use them, but put them on the shelf, in order to appreciate the sharp and cold temperament. My compatriots buy lipsticks of different colors and collect them for a reason, it’s cool to look at.

Let's talk about this mask again. The so-called Nuo face refers to the masks worn by the ancestors to worship the ancestors and gods in ancient China. They are realistic or abstract, or smiling or fierce. People's beautiful vision of a better life.

The Nuo face in Li Ang's hands is made of willow wood, covered with ink black lacquer. The figure depicted has tight lips and expressionless face. Only two white eyes penetrate the empty eye sockets from top to bottom. There was a treacherous and sinister air-conditioning on it.

Although Li Ang hadn't broken through the foundation building yet and couldn't release his aura to display supernatural powers, but with such a face stained with his own blood, he could create some superficial and shocking illusions in the dark night.

Transparent raincoats and rain boots can prevent blood from splashing on the body, and three-layer latex gloves can prevent fingerprints from remaining on the body. Flashlights are naturally different night-fighting weapons. Except for Glock pistols, these things can be bought in the Amazon online shopping mall.

"I don't know if I can kill all twelve magazines."

Li Ang shook his head and closed the suitcase, changed his shoes into long dark rain boots that were not easy to be spotted, covered the rain boots with his trousers, went down to the motel calmly, and haphazardly stopped a khaki taxi.

As expected, the taxi driver is a third brother from India who has American national conditions. There are glittering statues of gods on the rearview mirror, and there are a lot of postcards with scenic spots around the world under the radio. The pungent smell of incense may be to cover up the lingering smell of curry on the young brother himself.

"Good evening sir, where are you going?"

Ah, Indian English full of curry style, the degree of egg pain is only slightly better than that of Koreans and Japanese.

"Somerset, I'll let you know when we get there." Li Ang stuffed the suitcase into the back seat, and without any nonsense, he took out two Franklins from his wallet and handed them to the third brother, "You don't have to look for it, you can drive as much as you want." How fast can you go?"

Driven by the money, the young third brother became visibly excited, and drove Li Ang all the way to the Gotham Bridge, and came to the deserted path in Somerset.

Unlike those superheroes who often take fighter jets and nuclear submarines, Li Ang wants to go to the battlefield and has to take a taxi - he hasn't had time to buy one for himself.

His eyes locked on a certain big tree with scratch marks like lightning, and after getting out of the car to check it, he returned to the car and dragged down the suitcase, and asked the driver of the third brother to turn around and leave.

The young third brother looked hesitantly at the remote and quiet surroundings, and asked Li Ang with professional ethics if he needed to go back. However, after the latter threw the third Franklin, he immediately stepped on the accelerator happily, leaving Li Ang alone. In the middle of this country road where the birds don't shit.

After brother's car tail lights could no longer be seen, Li Ang strolled to the depths of the woods, equipped himself with all the stuff in the suitcase, buried the suitcase hastily, and left the woods.

Wearing a strange mask, holding a firearm, wearing a casual gown, a transparent raincoat, and plastic rain boots, ten pistol clips are hanging on the belt, and two brutal cold weapons are tightly tied behind the back , Li Ang's appearance at this moment can only be described by the inappropriate word "spectacular".

He was bathed in the deserted moonlight, his eyes without a trace of warmth scanned the road surface through his face, and the ruts of the tires gradually pieced together a complete picture in his mind to guide the direction.

"The car went south."

Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief, and leaped onto the branches like a gibbon monkey, walking swiftly and silently among the tree shadows,
(End of this chapter)