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A pair of five, the odds are very low.

These scavengers are experienced killers, who take money to do things all the year round, and dare to kill anyone, as long as the money is not dead.They were huddled behind the sofa, guns in hand, waiting for Tazito to come out from behind the bar.It doesn't matter if you don't come out, once the bombardment passes by, there are not even people and the bar left.

The shock guns were set up, and they adjusted their position slightly to ensure that the entire bar was bombed out. Seeing this scene, Mr. 11 determined that he had lost interest, turned around and left.

One of his subordinates said anxiously: "That number has escaped! Do you want to chase it?"

Krisista said with a gloomy face: "What are you chasing, you can't handle him. Let Rahman come over."

The subordinates complained dissatisfiedly that they did not want to give up the reward to Rahman.Krisista raised her chin towards the bar: "We still have this one in front of us. Cut the crap and launch."

Under the command, spread your legs and stand firm.Just at this moment, with a ding, a metal cufflink fell between them, and the slight sound caught Krisista's attention.

Nothing good in combat rolls to your feet so precisely.The intuition of danger made him vigilant, and he immediately shouted: "Get out of the way!" Tazito, who was at the opposite bar, suddenly jumped up, covered his head with a bulletproof windbreaker, and ran out.

At that moment, time seemed to be pulled infinitely slower.The eyes of the scavengers are wide open, their faces are distorted, they open their mouths to swear, and their fingers tighten to pull the trigger.All the gun heads followed Tazito, and the muzzle turned from the bar to the door.Then, there was a soft bang.

The cuff button was a miniature smoke bomb, which injured a scavenger's leg, and at the same time produced a large amount of thick smoke, which filled the entire space in an instant.The five scavengers became a mess, coughing and gunshots continued, and some people shouted not to shoot indiscriminately.

Tazito glanced at it as he ran out the door.Seeing that several of his bodyguards died at the door, the bodies of his subordinates in the private room next door and the scavengers lay on the ground intertwined, in a miserable state of death.A voice inside said to him: They have to pay the price.No matter who is responsible for this matter.

He sprinted to the window, from there to the billboard on the first floor, and jumped onto the top of the boxes hanging outside—the same boxes that showed naked girls, and the girls in the boxes screamed.He was about to jump to the ground when he saw his car starting not far away.Sitting in the car is Mr. 11.

"Damn!" He yelled, jumped off the two-meter-high box, rolled on the ground, and rushed to his car.He chased a few hundred meters behind the moving car, grabbed the door handle, and slammed on the window.

Mr. 11 slowed down and rolled down the window.

"Get off my car!" Tazito yelled at him.

Mr. 11 asked coldly: "Your? Where's the key?"

Tazito took out the controller of the car from his pocket: "You fucking see clearly!" Before finishing speaking, Mr. 11 snatched the key and said, "Thank you." Then he closed the window and started accelerate.Tazito's eyes widened, he was dragged a few meters, and fell to the ground.

He got up and sat in the middle of the road in a daze like a lagging dog, watching his car go further and further away.With a whoosh, the road beside him was shot into a hole. He turned his head abruptly and saw the group of scavengers chasing after him with hideous faces like hounds.

Tazito stumbled to his feet, turned and fled.Holding the gun, he ran all the way into the crowd, and had to recalculate the escape route-who made him lose his damn car.His only weapons were a pistol, two cartridges, and a miniature bomb from another cufflink.There are four people on the other side, and they need to be killed one by one.

Tazito bolted through the crowds, with hungry enemies gunning him down from behind.There was already a hit on the back, blocked by the body armor, but it still hit his internal organs.He made a sudden turn and entered a grocery store, and even took a small knife and hid it in his trouser waist while running wildly.He rushed up to the second floor, jumped from the platform to the opposite balcony—the houses here are old and crowded—and smashed the balcony door lock with the butt of his gun.

"Bang!" Someone shot through the balcony door behind him.Tazito forced his way through the door, hiding behind a wall and seeing a scavenger about to jump through.With his hand on the doorknob, he stared darkly and sharply at the man.After taking the position of the boss, he has not killed anyone with his own hands for several years.But this hand feeling is engraved in the memory of the body, with a fresh and tangy smell of blood.

The moment the man fell to the balcony, Tazito slammed open the door. The man was hit hard, screaming, and Tazito threw him downstairs with his legs up.

"One."

Tazito didn't even look at the person he threw down.He nimbly hid in the door and avoided a burst of fire.Scrambling through a table to block the door, he fled through the family's front door, setting off a barrage of screams.

Tazito hid in the corridor and killed the second scavenger. The guy fell to the last, and his throat was slit open by the knife that Tazito brought along, without even making a sound.Then he fled to the market, intending to kill the third.At this moment, he realized something was wrong.

Two cars stopped not far from him, one behind the other, enough off-road vehicles for long-distance running in the desert.Tazito glanced back and forth, and his instinct for danger made him turn and run away.The doors of the two cars slammed open and another gang of scavengers poured out.Tazito glanced at it and cursed inwardly.Those people were all heavily armed, and the number was so large that one would think they were here to massacre the city.

The scavengers surrounded the entire block in an orderly manner and carried out a carpet search there.No one dares to say no to these brutal killers.

They eventually caught Tazito, in a pile of abandoned nursery vats.

Tazito received a blow to the left side of the cheek, his whole head roared, and for a moment he couldn't hear anything.Drops of blood that had collected on the chin were thrown to the ground with the blow.

They were in an underground warehouse with dozens of guns stacked behind them.They tied him to a chair, and they had a lot of tools to make him die, but before all the torture began, these angry thugs gave him a good blow to vent their anger.He had already lost consciousness once, and was woken up again by dousing him with ice water. When he woke up, he was tied up like this.

Tazito's left eye was blinded, blood was all over his body, and his shirt was torn.He kept one eye on Krisista, who was toying with a taser.The evil instrument of torture was as thin as a baton, with a sharp head.It smells like pain.

"Let's get straight to the point." Under the dim light, the wrinkles of Krisista cast a sly shadow, "To save you from suffering, tell us where Mr. 11 is."

Tazito cursed weakly in his heart.

"Who the hell knows where he is..." Tazito was punched in the stomach before he could finish.He was so beaten that his body arched involuntarily, and he felt the pain of vomiting out his stomach.He couldn't straighten up for a long time, until Krisista pinned him against the back of the chair by his hair.

"I've never liked torture, but unfortunately we're running out of time. Gotta catch our mate before he steals his share," he said. "Maybe a little pain will remind you where he is."

He winked sideways, and someone stuffed a cloth strip into Tazito's mouth and tied a knot in the back of his head.Tazito knew what was going to hurt, and they did it to keep him from biting his tongue.

They stabbed the electric shock rod into his lower abdomen. Tazito's pupils shrank suddenly, his breathing trembled because of the pain, and he gritted his teeth and did not cry out.But his toughness was destroyed the moment they connected the electricity.

It was an unbearable scene.The pain was intense and endless.Some people watched it with gusto, while others avoided their eyes, unable to watch human beings suffer this level of torture.

Finally, when the electric shock baton was pulled out, the hemp rope was deeply embedded in Tazito's arms and ankles due to the painful struggle.A large amount of blood gushed from the charred wound.He lost consciousness again and they woke him with ice water.

"You can... track my car," he began to blur, but tried to control his voice, "other than that, I don't know how to contact him."

They quickly found the terminal and pushed it in front of Tazito: "Contact him." Sitting opposite him, Korisista said, "Let him come to you."

"He won't come to me..." Tazito said numbly.

Krisista sneered shrewdly: "If that's the case, we can rape you. Then make the video and your relationship public. If he doesn't want to be so ashamed, he will definitely come to clean up this matter." He seemed to talk about Talked about his plans with the tact of a business.

Tazito raised his eyes and looked at him coldly: "Believe it or not, we don't have this fucking relationship, and if you make the whole zoo gang rape me, I won't get the result you want..."

Krisista gave him a "whatever" look: "We find you in that kind of place, you don't try to tell me you have other relationships." He looked at the terminal, then at Tazito.

Tazito stood in a stalemate with him for a few seconds, then nodded feebly.He knew they were going in the wrong direction.They tried to find Mr. Eleven by torturing him, but that would do nothing but cause him pain.

Under his instruction, his subordinates operated the terminal and sent a call request to the car in Tazito's name.

The call connection icon flashes in the air.The underground warehouse was quiet, and a circle of people stared at the icon.Only water dripped occasionally from Tazito's clothes and chairs.

Tazito lowered his gaze, not interested in the call.One second, two seconds...no one answered. Mr. 11 may have abandoned the car long ago.

He closed his eyes.Hope this ordeal ends damn well.

Suddenly, there was a beep for the connection.Tazito snapped his eyes open.

He saw Mr. 11's stern face on the screen.