The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"What's the matter?! I don't know anything!" The black doctor roared hysterically, "I'm innocent! Aren't you afraid of going to hell after you die if you torture an innocent person like this?!"

"I can't tell, you're still a believer? Do you still believe in hell?" Yamashita Bento was delighted.He squatted down, pressed the black gun against the black doctor Monty's chin, forced his eyes to look at him, and grinned: "It's a pity, unfortunately, I just crawled out of hell.

"Understand?"

Chapter 140 The Second Enrages the Former Card Repair Members... (3) Life Is Better Than Death

Words full of deep meaning, a body that cannot move.

Under the overwhelming killing intent, Monty Gonzales, who had never been treated like this before, trembled his lips and couldn't say a word for a while.

He doesn't know what's wrong with him, he obviously wants to talk, he wants to resist, he obviously wants to do many things...

But every move of the man in front of him seemed to have a special magic power, suppressing the many thoughts that emerged from his mind.

"very good."

"It looks like you've figured out your situation."

The muzzle of the gun was pressed against the black doctor's chin, and the cold smile at the corner of Yamashita Toruto's mouth fell on the former's eyes like a demon urging him to death:

"Now, answer me."

"Who ordered you to hypnotize Kyar Ranieri?"

"Who is standing behind you?"

The deep and hoarse voice was quite different from the usual timbre of Yamashita Bento. It was a heated room, but Monty Gonzales felt a chill for no reason.The chill that pierces the heart.

"Oh, right.

"Before you answer this question, I need to give you a piece of advice.

"Remember, I never ask the same question three times.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Suppressing the fear in his heart, the black man under the bright light puffed out his chest, still choosing to keep his mouth shut.

"Quite loyal." Yamashita Tsutomu sighed, the black muzzle of the gun was aimed at his right shoulder-bang! The bullet was discharged with bright red blood splashing everywhere, and Monty Gonzalez widened his eyes. When he grew up, he exhaled in pain: "Ah!!!"

"Should I say that he is a highly educated Nigger?

"Mouth is strict." Bang! As soon as the voice fell, this time it was the left leg.

"You, dude!!!"

The bedroom, which pays special attention to sound insulation, has now become a prison that Monty Gonzalez cannot break free.No one will hear his wailing except for Yamashita Toruto.boom!

"You'd better kill me tonight, otherwise, I guarantee that your woman will have a miserable life in the future.

The angry expression was instantly distorted by the pain, and the eyes of the black doctor who had been shot in all his limbs looked at Atsuto Yamashita, full of hatred.Toshita Yamashita's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

"It seems that you are sensitive to the name Nigger?"

"Nigger?" Throwing away the gun with no bullets in his hand, he turned around and boiled a pot of hot water: "By the way, I would like to ask, do you have ice cubes in your refrigerator?"

"Why, do you also want to give me pleasure like that stinky bitch?" Monty, who was limp on the ground, panted heavily, the hatred between his brows condensed, and he sneered.

"Probably, trust me, you'll have a blast."

Before going out, Toshita Yamashita paused, and without looking back, he gestured OK to him: "Nigger."

"you

"You fucking shut up!"

"To shut up!"

"I'm a doctor! A doctor! A doctor of social status!!!!"

One after another, Nigger stimulated Monty Gonzalez's solar system to thump, and his veins roared, accompanied by Yamashita Bento to the living room.

"So what? Even if you are a doctor, can you change your origin?"

"Can you change your race?"

"Can you change the way those Italians treat you?"

Shan Shita, who came back with a glass of ice cubes, smiled devilishly.

At least that's how it looks to Monty Gonzalez.

"If you could change, I'm afraid you wouldn't hypnotize Kjaer Ranieri for your pleasure.

"

"Is it right?"

"Change?" The black doctor laughed: "Why should I change?"

"I studied hard, I worked hard. I spent 30 years trying to distance myself from the black trash, but in the end, what did these Italians do to me?"

"When I'm sick, I'm Dr. Mundi, an Italian."

"When I'm not sick, I'm from nowhere, you son of a bitch! You son of a bitch!"

"So, I figured it out."

"It took me 30 years to get no recognition, so why continue to insist?" As a doctor, Monty Gonzalez clearly knew that he was dying now, and his smile became more cruel and perverted: