After 100,000 simulated crimes, I became an ace detective.

On the road leaving the unfinished building on the Gold Coast.

The Ford Raptor pickup truck belonging to the Hornet team was slowly driving towards the road leaving New York.

Compared with the solemn and nervous feeling when I came here.

The state of leaving this time was obviously extremely happy, and full of excitement and excitement.

Inside the pickup truck.

The Venomous Bee was in a great mood, driving a noisy car DJ and twisting his shoulders to follow the music. He was obviously very proud and excited.

Butterfly, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had already begun to choose the island where he would go on vacation tomorrow, deciding to start a new retirement career.

As for Curly Hair, who was so frightened just now that she almost confessed.

I kept searching on my mobile phone to find out what reliable investment projects there are in the near future and how to reduce the handling fees required for transfers.

The current movements and expressions of the three people are different, but it is obvious that... they are all expressing their inner excitement and relieving their previous tension and worry.

After driving out of Queens completely.

Venomous Bee turned off the DJ in the car, looked at the butterfly beside him and the curly hair in the back seat, and said with a sigh of relief on his face.

"Butterfly, Curly."

"Our Venomous Bee Team...should be considered one of the few lucky ones among professional killers who can retire with their western limbs intact, right?"

"To be honest, until now, I feel... the earning of 100 million U.S. dollars is too magical. I don't know if it's too easy to earn."

Hear these words from the poisonous bee.

Butterfly curled her lips with some disdain and revealed it unceremoniously.

"Venomous bee."

"You should thank me and Curly Hair."

"If the two of us hadn't insisted, you would have left with just enough five million dollars to fill your teeth because of the so-called risks."

"To express our gratitude, this team vacation...will be spent on your share of the bonus. Is there any problem?"

The words fell.

Curly Hair, who was sitting in the back row, immediately stretched his neck and stepped forward, hurriedly picking up the conversation.

"No problem, I agree on behalf of the Venomous Bee Boss."

"I just checked. As long as we spend 50 million US dollars to buy fixed treasury bonds, the interest alone will be almost the same as the US dollars we usually earn from bounties in a year."

"But speaking of it... I think that Mr. Detective is really scary."

"After this incident was over, I thought about it carefully and found that every situation and everything that happened was within his plan and expectation."

"The Morgan Consortium has invited such a person. It is estimated that the king will most likely lose this time."

Regarding Curly's words.

Butterfly also became a little curious, looked at the poisonous bee beside him, and asked aloud.

"Speaking of which, I'm really curious now... If dancers and other professional killers are caught this time, how will that person deal with them?"

"To be honest, professional killers like this have very tough mouths, not to mention... the king may still have a handle on them and wants to dig out clues from their mouths. I'm afraid it won't be that simple, right?"

The poisonous bee who was driving was stunned for two seconds, recalling Su Ming's ferocious and bloodthirsty eyes when he killed the first two professional killers, he couldn't help but shuddered, and said in a deep voice while shrinking his neck.

"It's very simple."

"If he were to dig it out in person, he would probably have enough means to find the clues he wants."

"I don't know if he is a detective, but I am sure of one thing... He is definitely a crazier and more cruel criminal than us, a born criminal with absolutely no mercy in his eyes."

"Let's go quickly."

"No matter what happens in the future, it will have nothing to do with us retired people."

......

Just when the Venomous Bee Team was evacuating New York City as quickly as possible.

Su Ming drove a heavy-duty off-road vehicle, along with three unconscious killers thrown into the back seat, to the starting point of the previous massacre - the Evil Ghost Bar.

After solving the problem of the Evil Ghost Gang and asking Secretary White to help deal with it.

The Evil Ghost Bar was temporarily sealed and no one was allowed to enter, even former members of the Evil Ghost Gang.

but.

Just after the Venomous Bee Team left.

Su Ming made a special call to Secretary White and asked him to deal with all the traces in the unfinished building on the Gold Coast, and to tell him that he needed to go to the basement of the Ghost Bar.

As for why he had to go specifically to the basement of the Ghost Bar.

In fact, the reason is very simple.

Among the places Su Ming has been to, this basement is the only place where the atmosphere and environment are suitable for asking for the clues he needs from a tough-talking professional killer.

Arrive at the entrance of the Evil Ghost Bar.

Several security guards from the Morgan Consortium were already waiting.

Su Ming asked them to carry the dancer, python and skunk down and send them to the room where they had previously dealt with Ross, the leader of the Evil Ghost Gang.

......

five minutes later.

"Wow----"

A large bucket of ice water was lifted by one of the security guards and poured onto the three unconscious people.

The biting cold ice water instantly woke up the three unconscious dancers.

The first time they woke up, the three of them all started struggling in unison, but it was of no use at all.

The three of them were standing back to back, with a thick wooden stick sandwiched between them, and their entire bodies were tied up. Even their hands and feet were restrained, leaving no room for struggle.

There was also a piece of cloth stuffed in his mouth, and he couldn't even curse. He could only let out bursts of whimpers, but his emotions were obviously filled with unspeakable panic.

because.

After the three people were awakened by the water, the dimly lit room and the faint smell of blood that could still be smelled on the tip of their noses continued to stimulate their nerves.

The key is......

"Keng-Keng-Keng——"

The metallic sounds of sharpening knives were transmitted very clearly to the ears of the three of them, and every time the sound of sharpening knives sounded, it seemed as if the butcher's knife was getting closer.

After three full minutes, the sound of sharpening the knife stopped in the darkness.

now.

Su Ming was wearing a bloody butcher's plastic apron, half-knee rubber rain boots, and a deliberately disguised trace of dried blood on his cheek.

He slowly walked up to the three of them, holding a meat cleaver that was sharp enough to reflect light, and spoke like a devil with a gentle smile on his face.

"It's more painful than what a landmine has suffered, and it's dozens of times more desperate."

"Do you want to...experience it?"