The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

"Do you know how that bitch Kayal got to have a party under the crotch of a piece of shit like me?"

"Do you know how that bitch Kjaer willingly knelt at the feet of my trash bastard to please me?"

"You do not know.

"It's like you will never know if the woman next to you will get this kind of treatment in the future, Asians!!!!!" Hot water was poured on the black man's wound for the first time, hysterical His roar and wailing made Shan Xia's face completely turn to ice: "Want to die?"

"Don't worry, you won't die."

"Because I will save you."

"Moreover, I'll make you feel good." The water that was quickly cooled by ice cubes followed the scalding boiling water, and the extreme pain instantly broke the sobriety in Mendi Gonzalez's mind, and his body opened up. The black man of the protection mechanism fell directly into a coma.

An hour later, Dr. Mundy, who was fed the powder, woke up leisurely.

What came into view was Atsuto Yamashita, who was covered with medicine packaging boxes in front of him.

"Awake? You can just use this medicine as it is. You can't find a better one in your home or clinic for the time being.

"

..........???"

"Don't look at me like that, didn't I tell you, I crawled out of hell.

"And this, this is not even an appetizer compared to that hell." Atsuto Yamashita, who was pushing the syringe, turned around, and the smile on his face made Monty Gonzales almost collapse.

"no no!"

"devil!"

"You devil!!!"

"Devil!!!!" The bloodshot pupils of the black man shrank suddenly, and Atsuto Yamashita looked up at the time: 02:30 in the morning.

"It's still early, we still have enough time to play."

"I'll let you know what it costs to anger a former card repairer."

The deep voice was accompanied by the medicine in the syringe - - injected into Monty Gonzalez's body, and the expression on the latter's face gradually distorted.

He wanted to open his mouth, he wanted to howl, but found that he couldn't even make a sound.Unable to vent the pain accumulated in his heart, Monty Gonzalez blushed little by little under the light.

He, a Negro, blushed. After 10 minutes, the drug effect was lifted.Monty: Gonzalez was sweating like he just got out of the water.

"Want to start the next experiment, Monty Gonzalez?" Atsuto Yamashita twisted the syringe in his hand playfully, squatting in front of him.

"Do not!!!"

"I say!"

"I say!"

"You killed me! Killed me!"

"After I say it, you must kill me!!!" Dr. Mundy's psychological defense completely collapsed.

Chapter 140 Three [Lucifer·Morning Star] - The Truth Reaching Out to the Fallen Angels (1)

As a highly trained mafioso, Montigon Sarbanes admitted that he had just:

collapsed.

Really.

The Asian man in front of him now, the method of torture and human beings is simply more mafia than the mafia.

He tried his best to barely regain his sanity, without letting the thread in his brain collapse completely.

"Enough is enough, I say."

"It's Raphael."

"Raphael Ranieri, Kjaer's older brother."

"It was he who handed over his sister to me three years ago, and said that I could hypnotize her." The tone was frank and lenient, with a lonely and reminiscing face.

"Her brother? Why?"

"I don't know, maybe...it has something to do with that bitch's ex-boyfriend." Monty panted heavily, and the rapid breathing caused his chest to twitch like a blower.

"That bitch had a boyfriend five years ago who was close to getting married, but for some reason, she broke up with him."

"After that, Kyar had mental problems."

"In order to avoid suspicion, Rafael found many psychiatrists for his sister, and it took two years before finally handing Kyar into my hands."

"It was handed over to me who had just joined the Ranieri family at that time."

"Because he said that I have a clean background and can be trusted..."

Atsuto Yamashita, who was sitting on a chair, seemed to be listening to a story, propping his head with one hand while turning the syringe in his hand with the other.

"And then, planning for 3 years, just to rob a bank?"

Atsushi Yamashita was noncommittal.

"Of course it's not a cough..." Monty coughed, spitting out a mouthful of blood.