Against the current Hengdao

Yan Xiaodao was caught in a moment of unreality amidst the chaotic crowd of people in the corridor, and his surroundings seemed to be hallucinations.There are corridors, dressing rooms, restrooms, restaurants and bars extending in all directions, and there are one or two big living people hidden in each direction. He couldn't tell which direction to look for Linghe.

The yellow-haired killer also staggered out of the box, but the wound was not fatal, and the iron claw attacked fiercely from behind again.

That hit almost hit the back of Yan Xiaodao's head.He even forgot his own safety, so that he was negligent.That Mr. Ling who tied his entire wealth and life in his hands, that Ling He who would probably be hacked to death without his human shield to protect his body, what about him? ...

From the shadow of the corridor, a swift and powerful figure flew up, kicked in the air and tried to attack Yan Xiaodao's iron claw hand, making the yellow-haired mercenary howl in pain.

The killer was quickly entangled in Yang Xifeng's fists and feet, he didn't expect that this ugly, skinny monkey was so capable of hitting.

Seeing that Yang Xifeng wasn't grateful at all, Yan Xiaodao yelled at Yang Xifeng: "Where's Linghe!"

Yang Xifeng flicked that guy away, and was inexplicably questioned: "Aren't you with me bro?"

Yan Xiaodao seemed to be poured on his head by a basin of cold water, his hair was about to freeze, and the cold feeling submerged his heart.

Yan Xiaodao cursed with red eyes: "Bastard! Can't you look down on someone!!"

Yang Xifeng was scolded really wronged and heartbroken, and once again felt that working under his boss's hands, people are not as good as dogs.

Yan Xiaodao's words were clearly scolding himself.

The wall lamp sprinkled a group of lonely yellow halos, making the surrounding dark red velvet curtains appear more mysterious and gloomy, which is very in line with the atmosphere of assassination and death created at this time.

Ling He was dragged into the box by those rough hands tore his shoulders, dragged his hair, and threw him to the ground.

He looked straight at the man's eyes like glass balls at the moment when the killer put his knees on his chest, pierced the other's heart and asked, "You are not from You Haodong or Qi Baoshan, who bought you to kill me?"

It's a pity that this yellow-haired guy can't speak very well, or he can't understand Chinese at all, so Ling He lost the perfect opportunity to pry his mouth and torture him, and then verbally criticize him. Therefore, the language between the opponents must be the same!Those rough hands like sharp claws grabbed Ling He's neck, slowly pushed out all the oxygen from his chest, and would soon strangle him to death.

The air was filled with a strange aroma, sweet, greasy, but choking.Wearing gloves, the man suddenly took out a needle tube slightly thicker than a common syringe from his arms, with a vicious glint in his eyes, and inserted it towards the beating pulse of Ling He's neck.

Ling He suddenly grabbed the needle that almost pierced into his flesh, his fingers were also precise and strong.The tip of the needle was crooked, and it was inserted into the depression between his two collarbones impartially!The man sneered and pushed the syringe violently, about to inject the contents inside!

Severe pain and convulsions made Ling He's upper body tremble slowly, his face turned crisp red, and he began to fall into a state of extreme hypoxia.

The weird scent made him stare at the killer with wide eyes at the moment when his life was at stake, and he used his strongest will to firmly hold the killer's fingers, preventing the contents of the needle from entering his blood vessels...

The killer who didn't want to be wordy gave him a backhand slap.

The slap was so severe that Ling He was almost stunned in a half-suffocated state, his eyes were out of focus, and his pupils gradually dilated.The silver needle of the syringe was inserted into his neck fiercely, and he jumped violently like a conditioned reflex, his mouth opened wide as if he was trying his best to suck in air, but his chest was choked up and down, which was very painful.

When a piece of liquid was pushed into it, Ling He suddenly pointed and snapped off the needle.

The swollen throat made it impossible for him to breathe...

The chest felt like being attacked by many silver needles and fell into severe pain...

Ling He's slow-flowing final consciousness understood that this was the appearance of suffocation.Before he was about to die, his head was tilted to one side, and his slender eyes were still strong enough to maintain enough line of sight, watching Yan Xiaodao's figure break through the circle of fireworks and come to him, is it an illusion...

After Yan Xiaodao was initially at a loss, his eyes quickly fell on the box next to them more than ten meters away, which was quiet and covered with a flannel curtain.Apparently, there didn't seem to be any guests running in and out of that box just now.

Is this the blindfold that confuses him, the "darkness under the lights" that confuses his attention?

Yan Xiaodao came to his senses suddenly, rushed forward and opened the velvet curtain.The box door was locked strangely.

The wooden board at the door lock was roughly cut by him, and the not-so-strong wooden skin was torn apart. He took it in and twisted the door open.

Ling He was lying on the ground, seeing him smiling calmly when he came in, as if he knew he would come, smiling peacefully and beautifully, but two thin blood lines flowing from his forehead and nose slightly spoiled the overall flawless beauty.

Yan Xiaodao sliced ​​across the killer's trachea, and the opponent leaned back in horror to avoid it.This knife pierced through the wall of the box, and it took [-]% of the strength. I was really angry...

The No.2 killer also dyed a yellow and white variegated hairstyle. At first glance, the two look like twins, and their angular, masculine faces are very memorable.

When the guy was kicked out of the box by Yan Xiaodao and fell to the ground embarrassingly, he still wondered: Clearing the target is almost dead, but he still has the strength to break the needle?And the technique is extremely fast, how did you break it?

It's a pity that this person tried to explore the psychological activities of the truth, and he didn't have the opportunity to communicate with Mr. Yan.

The man staggered to his feet, hesitating for half a second, whether to continue the fight and take the target person before killing him, or retreat quickly and run for his life?

However, the next moment, this person saw a terrifying scene that he will never forget for the rest of his life.

When Yan Xiaodao walked out of the box with a cold face, there was not a single bit of superfluous expression on his face, just a murderous intent to skin and deboning his opponent.

Yan Xiaodao opened his suit jacket, swung the skirt backwards, bowed in a very unusual posture and took his arms out of the suit jacket from behind, and at the same time threw the suit's head covering in front of his eyes.

It was done in one go, without the slightest sloppiness, and behind the shadow of the clothes was the blade that caught the opponent off guard forever.

When the wide-mouthed steel saber reappeared in Jianghu, Killer No. [-] didn't understand where the saber was hidden, where it was drawn from, and how it came to the front in an instant, with a solemn breath of death.

Even among the guests who glanced around, no one really saw the knife, only a black suit jacket flying in the air, and a flash of white light.

White light is like a white horse passing through the gap, and a fierce dragon crossing the river.

The terrified eyes were reflected in the bright part of the blade, the sword directly split the tendons and bones, and the blood was pumped out of the body by the strong pressure, directly hitting the ceiling and the wall...

The man lost a right arm in an instant.

Howl couldn't make out the vocals, but there was some delay because the knife was so fast.From the drawing of the bleeding line, the burst of blood, the drop of the arm, to the transmission of the pain to the central nervous system at the last step, this series of occurrences is like a series of elegant and smooth long shots, staged scene by scene, enough to make the recipient's emotions and spirits fluctuate. After witnessing this series of slow motion, I finally collapsed.

And the blade is not stained with blood.

Yan Xiaodao put away the knife and put on his coat again, but still no one saw him wielding the knife.

The No.1 killer has been entangled by Yang Xifeng all the time, and at the same time saw this terrifying scene, he also let out a wail.

The two people turned their heads and walked along the corridor at the same time, smashed a pane of glass roughly and jumped to the deck seven or eight meters below the broken window.

Yan Xiaodao failed to catch the man, and watched the pair of killers throw themselves into the sea, and disappeared in the turbulent waves in an instant. He didn't know if this was a weird way of escape or just couldn't figure it out just because he missed, so he tragically went to feed the sharks .

The onlookers lingering in the corridor screamed. In the end, all they saw were blood spots on the wall and a bloody severed arm on the ground.If it weren't for these traces as evidence, everything just happened too fast, like an illusion of a stage.

The alarm bell is mastering.

Yan Xiaodao immediately realized that the murderer had escaped, and leaving this mess was to blame him.

He said to Yang Xifeng: "Destroy the shape and trace, don't keep it."

Younger brother Yang was used to the dirty work of wiping buttocks behind his elder brother's saddle. He picked up the severed arm without changing his face and heartbeat, went through the broken window just now, and jumped onto the deck.On a dark and windy night to destroy the evidence, Yang Xifeng rounded up the bloody broken arm and threw it into the sea to make fish food.

In just a moment, Yan Xiaodao returned to the private room, Ling He was still lying on the ground, his face was bluer than before.

Ling He's ten fingers were on the floor, and his nails scratched the floor with countless white marks. The scene of struggling was shocking.

"what happened?"

"Linghe?!"

"..."

"...Aren't you angry!"

Ling He's face was covered in a layer of blue, and the skin color of white porcelain turned into the blue glaze of Yue kiln, with chapped lines.Thin and dense capillaries appeared from under the skin, especially on the forehead, temples, and neck. The lips were open, but it was obvious that he couldn't breathe, and the body was slowly tangled up in pain.

Two needle holes can be seen near Linghe's collarbone, and a broken needle is inserted in one of the needle holes.

Yan Xiaodao pulled out the broken needle, but keenly smelled a strange smell in the air.It's not a highly poisonous substance like potassium cyanide, but a strong tar mixed with the sweetness of chocolate. He knows these flavors.

"What's the matter with him, Boss?" Yang Xifeng rushed over after cleaning the battlefield, and was choked as soon as he entered the door, and immediately looked disgusted, "Oh, what's the matter, someone is 'skating' in this room?"

"Ice skating" is the buzzword in circles when it comes to smoking meth.

"No, there is only a little bit of 'ice'..." Yan Xiaodao tried his best to suppress the trembling state of mind, "The man injected him with high-purity nicotine."

This method of killing people without a trace is unique, and saves the trouble of disposing of the remains.If Ling He died like this, what would be left to the investigators would be a scene of "the rich second generation died of an overdose of drugs while having fun at a sensual place on a cruise ship", there would be no knife marks, gunshot wounds, or even blood.

However, Ling He didn't want to die, this man pulled his chest to breathe with an extremely tenacious will to survive, grabbed Yan Xiaodao's arm, and dug his nails deep into his flesh.Yan Xiaodao understands that the piercing pain in his arm is equivalent to the pain Ling He is suffering now.

Yan Xiaodao ripped off Ling He's dress, then his shirt, and all possible restraints on this man's chest.

He slapped Ling He's face a few times, but seeing that it didn't work, he knelt in front of Ling He on one knee, folded his hands and pressed down on the snow-white and blue chest, and pressed down hard.

He kept pressing on his chest, and suddenly let go after thirty presses, knelt down in front of Ling He, pinched the man's chin and lifted it up, covering Ling He's mouth with his lips.

That kid Yang Xifeng didn't think too much about it. Could it be that he wanted to harm someone by injecting methamphetamine?What does injecting nicotine do?

Yan Xiaodao recalled that one night in the room, Ling He said that he was allergic to nicotine.

Injecting methamphetamine is not necessarily fatal, but injecting a tube of high-purity nicotine is enough to kill Ling He.It is impossible to judge how much has been punched just by the broken needle.

Ling He's eyes were empty, he couldn't breathe spontaneously, and his throat, trachea, and lungs seemed to be blocked by a mass.

This is the case with the most serious allergic reactions, tracheal edema can lead to suffocation, which can be fatal if not rescued.

Ling He's lips were soft, cold, lifeless and not breathing.Yan Xiaodao let go of his head, pressed his chest with both hands again, and pressed thirty times again, to act as a human pacemaker...

Yang Xifeng couldn't help, so he could only watch.He felt that his boss's hands were a bit strong, and he was really afraid that Mr. Ling's chest, which didn't look burly and vigorous, would be crushed, and even if he was saved, he would have several fractures.

Yang Xifeng had never seen his elder brother like this.

Although it is impossible to judge Yan Xiaodao's expression from his posture, he has been kneeling on one knee like this, moving from his chest to his mouth, then from his lips back to his chest, and then mouth to mouth... Yan Xiaodao is very persistent and unbelievable, like To skin Ling He on the spot, open his chest again, and then entangle his tongue... To wake up this man with a stalking posture, and to drag back all the lost three souls and seven souls .

I tried my best to save you, you dare to die? !

His lips were smeared with the line of blood flowing from Ling He's nose, and the bright smell of blood made him extremely uncomfortable.

He bowed again, covering Ling He's mouth abruptly and blowing air in, Ling He's cold and illusory lips finally gushed out a real warmth, as if he also exhaled at him, which indirectly caused Yan Xiaodao There was still a trace of saliva on the corners of the lips of the two when they wanted to take off their lips.

The person he held in his palm coughed from his lung cavity, and a ray of light flashed from the deepest part of his dark eyes, like a meteor falling into the night sky, lighting up a warm bonfire on the prairie.The kindling struggled to burn out its vitality in the dark night, and finally illuminated Yan Xiaodao's eyes that had fallen into the dark abyss.

At this moment, Yan Xiaodao's hands trembled, and a strange and cramped red tide suddenly appeared in his eyes, which were scalding hot.

The lips of the two were dyed the same color by the diluted blood, and they looked at each other blankly.

Yan Xiaodao let go of his head and continued to press his chest several times, pressing out a series of extremely difficult coughs from Ling He's chest.Ling He opened his mouth, his expression seemed to come to him staggering through time from ancient times, calmly and trustingly pursuing this incomparably solid warmth, and mouthed: "Xiaodao..."

The author has something to say: I will never go against CP, and the United States will attack and accept by force, so please don't be verbose.The combat power and IQ and EQ are basically evenly matched. It is only exciting to kill each other. It is normal for anyone to attack anyone (spoilers are really helpless~

The copy didn't mention minesweeping, because I felt that there was nothing in this article to sweep, except that the middle part was to be abused and emotionally charged.