Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Huang Po felt a strong uneasiness in her heart, "What can I do to help?!"

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't answer, his eyes scanned Huang Po's body, as if he was looking for something.

After living for sixty years, Huang Po has never felt such naked eyes.

Seeing Jiang Xiaochuan, Huang Po took two steps back and said warily: "What do you want to do?!"

His eyes were fixed on Huang Po's arm.

Jiang Xiaochuan smiled, and there was a Rakshasa tattoo there.

Since secret photography was not possible, he had no choice but to ask the two of them to cooperate like last time, thereby exposing the Huangfu family's disguise.

"I want you to cooperate with me and recount what I just said in the hall."

While speaking, Jiang Xiaochuan suddenly clamped Huang Po's arm to activate the spiritual energy.

Huang Po's sleeves exploded instantly, revealing Rakshasa tattoos on her withered arms.

Then, he took out his mobile phone, pointed it at the two of them, and said coldly: "It must be word for word!"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he laughed instantly.

"I'm just a fugitive and have no idea what you're talking about."

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaochuan couldn't help but frown slightly.

Huangfu Xiong is a very thorough person, leaving no flaw in his work.

The fugitive must be the identity he gave to the middle-aged man.

It was obviously to prevent the matter from being exposed and thus avoid causing unnecessary trouble to the Huangfu family.

This excessive caution just revealed how seriously he took this matter.

As long as this middle-aged man is allowed to cooperate, no matter what purpose Huangfu Xiong has in scheming against him, he must carefully consider the consequences.

Jiang Xiaochuan slowly approached the middle-aged man, making the already tense atmosphere even more depressing.

The middle-aged man's Adam's apple rolled up and down, as if he was trying to swallow the panic in his heart.

Every time Jiang Xiaochuan took a step, the middle-aged man's heart beat faster.

He knew that what he would face next might be a cruel torture.

Without saying much, Jiang Xiaochuan took out a silver needle.

He slowly approached the back of the middle-aged man's hand and stabbed hard.

The middle-aged man only felt a pain on the back of his hand.

Then I felt a strange numbness spread from the back of my hand throughout my body.

This feeling was like being bitten by an ant, but also like being hit by electric current, which made him bend down involuntarily.

"This is your punishment."

Jiang Xiaochuan snorted coldly, "Do as I say, otherwise you will suffer more pain."

"You're dreaming!"

The middle-aged man raised his head, glanced at the cameras all over the place, and spoke with an unusually firm tone.

Jiang Xiaochuan kept moving his hands and inserted a few more needles in succession.

Each needle seemed to be piercing the middle-aged man's heart, making him feel unprecedented pain.

A few minutes later, the middle-aged man's face was already covered with cold sweat.

But he still closed his eyes tightly, trying to endure the unbearable pain.

"I'll count to three. If you still don't cooperate, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Jiang Xiaochuan took out a silver needle again, "One, two..."

When the middle-aged man heard the word "two", his body trembled involuntarily.

"I cooperate!"

The middle-aged man finally collapsed and shouted loudly, his voice full of fear and helplessness.

Jiang Xiaochuan smiled, already expecting this result.

But the next moment, his smile suddenly solidified on his face!

In the quiet space, a mechanical clicking sound suddenly sounded.

Several rotating cameras rotated rapidly, focusing on them.

Flashing red light in the lens.

Like the pupils of a wild beast, flashing dangerously in the darkness.

"Boom..."

The doors leading to the hall and the secret room were slammed shut as if under some kind of control.

Jiang Xiaochuan felt a strong bad premonition in his heart.

He looked around and suddenly discovered that several dark gun barrels appeared silently under the cameras.

These barrels had obviously been carefully installed in advance, just waiting for this moment to arrive.

Suddenly, dense bullets sprayed out from the barrel.

With a deadly whistling sound, it flew wildly in this narrow space.

"Damn it!"

At this life-and-death moment, Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes flashed with light.

He shuttled through the water like an agile fish, skillfully dodging deadly bullets.

The body twists and rolls flexibly, and every movement is precise and decisive.

Bullets whizzed past him, but they always missed by a hair's breadth and failed to touch his body.

This confined space has now become a real hell on earth.

After two minutes of crazy shooting, the dense bullet holes on the wall were like honeycombs.

In some places, the inner structure of the wall was even exposed.

The entire wall seemed to have its skin peeled off, revealing its ferocious skeleton.

The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, pungent and suffocating, and mixed with the strong smell of blood.

As the smoke slowly dissipated, Jiang Xiaochuan's figure emerged.