I'm innocent [Comprehensive British American]

Qiu Chengke held the man's wrist, he could feel the murderous intent coming from behind him and Yarman's eyes that turned cold instantly, the room was extremely quiet, only the man's throat wailed in pain from time to time.

The husband slightly raised his hand to give the order to attack, when he saw Qiu Chengke, who had been silent and motionless, suddenly stick out his tongue, gently licking the blood dripping down the man's wrist.

His Adam's apple was sliding up and down, his eyes were slightly squinted, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyelids were drooping slightly, covering his pupils, making it difficult to see his eyes clearly.

The gentleman watched his movements quietly, until Qiu Chengke carefully licked the blood on it, then he put down his hands and continued to pick the man's skin slowly.

Qiu Chengke didn't do anything, just wrapped in a blanket, poised his head and watched his movements closely, and licked his lips from time to time.

His hands were hidden in the blanket, and his emotions were hidden under his indifferent expression, but his breathing became more and more rapid, and his hands were clenched so tightly that the joints were slightly white.

The husband stabbed the man lying on the ground a few times, but the man remained motionless and did not respond, "Dead? Take him down."

He wiped his dagger, looked at Qiu Chengke with interest, "It's your turn, agent."

"Me?" Qiu Chengke said trembling slightly.

"Are you very excited?" Mr. pressed Qiu Chengke's shoulder and looked directly into his eyes, but he didn't see any emotion of fear in it. "Your pupils are dilated and your breath is getting heavier, but you are not afraid. How can you be scared when you see people being skinned?" Excited, what a pervert you are."

"Thank you... I just like blood." Qiu Chengke pushed his eyes, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, the little freckles on his face made him look cute and well-behaved, he took a deep breath and said softly, "I, I need blood." Calm down... calm down."

"Very good!" The gentleman laughed suddenly, he straightened up, and his tone became sincere, "Hello, Ajel, let me introduce you formally. I am the person in charge of the Minnesota buyer circle. Sorry, you can still only call me Sir, but you have become our friend, let me introduce our products to you."

"Wait, what did you mean by agent." Qiu Chengke avoided Mr.'s words, and asked vigilantly, "Your business is not safe, is it?"

"No, Ajel, my friend, we are just trying to be a little safer. After all, this is a risky transaction." The gentleman said gently, "As for the man just now, he is just an ordinary raw material, and the FBI certificate is also fake. He just A veteran."

Yarman smiled and stretched out his hand, signaling Qiu Chengke to go this way, "Let me take you to see those raw materials first."

Qiu Chengke forced himself to look at those bloody things, he was not afraid of those bloody corpses, and he would not have adverse reactions, what really made him feel depressed was the signs placed in front of the corpses, young children, virgins, old people, Followed by a serial number.

Qiu Chengke knew that before these people died, they must have cried out in pain and despair just like the man just now. This realization made him feel chills all over. Alman walked in front of him and introduced the source of those raw materials. His movements Casual, the tone is naturally like an ordinary tour guide introducing the collections in the museum.

"You can also choose raw materials, as well as fresh ones." The gentleman took a step forward and led Qiu Chengke to the third floor, which was divided into several compartments. When Qiu Chengke passed by those windows, they were all bulletproof glass. The windows were sealed, and the people inside could not escape through the windows.

Yarman pushed open the door of a cubicle, and a naked/naked girl was lying on the bed, wearing a numbered collar around her neck. Her eyes were blankly staring at the wall with a numb expression. There is a picture of skinning people alive.

"She is a virgin and also a mute, very suitable for making sister drums." Yarman said, and locked the door again.

Qiu Chengke resisted the desire to vomit, and he forced himself to show an excited expression according to the knowledge of micro-expressions given to him by Dr. Foster. At the end, Qiu Chengke took a deep breath, lowered his eyelids slightly, and said to Alman "I regret it, I want sister's drum, the one in the raw material library just now."

"Live or dead?" asked Mr.

"The one that is almost finished." Qiu Chengke replied.

"Have a nice cooperation, Arman will contact you again." The gentleman said with a smile. The man behind him came up and opened the door and handed Qiu Chengke a new coat. Qiu Chengke returned the blanket. He smiled politely, took the coat and turned around. go out and leave.

The chill of the winter night attacked him, and two agents hiding in the dark saw him, and just about to contact him, Qiu Chengke stopped suddenly, and then he shouted at the closed door, "Wait! There is a personal!"

Qiu Chengke's face was pale. He pulled out a child who was about to run away from the corner. He knew this child, Little Abel.

Qiu Chengke didn't know how he escaped, but Qiu Chengke knew that he had to send little Abel back to that hell on earth with his own hands, otherwise neither of them would survive today.

The door opened again, and several men came out and brought Qiu Chengke and Little Abel in.

The two agents hiding behind the tree looked at each other without moving.

Qiu Chengke rubbed his arms, looked at the gentleman opposite, and said in a low voice, "What are you doing, such a big kid can sneak out, with such a defense system, how can you make me feel at ease!"

The gentleman did not answer, but just took a step back respectfully, and stepped behind Yarman, who slightly raised his head, and said to Qiu Chengke with a smile, "Mr. You participated in the auction on Christmas Eve."

He glanced at Little Abel, stretched out his hand to Qiu Chengke and said, "I used to be a psychiatrist. Although I am not skilled, I can see your sincerity. Welcome to join the Great Collector."

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Rhett kept tapping his fingers on the table, and looked at his watch from time to time. Ryan listened to the earphones for a while, and said to Rhett, "Everything is normal, no one has been exposed, and there has been no commotion. Locked on the location of Qiu Chengke."

"Relax, Agent, excuse me, we're going to gather." Ryan nodded to Rhett after speaking, and walked out quickly.

Reid took another sip of coffee, he answered the phone, Viper's voice came from inside, her voice was a little hoarse, "I can't get in touch with Qiu Chengke, where did you put him in a mountain, let him answer the phone."

"He's at the big collector's side, and he didn't bring a communication tool." After thinking for a while, Reid added, "It hasn't been exposed yet, and everything is going well."

"Okay, he asked me to watch Ma Ren now, I can only report to you first." Viper lay on the bed, looked at his bright red nails, and said lazily, "My team members got the news, Three owls and a craftsman died this morning, maybe more, I'm not sure if Maren did it, but they must have something to do with it."

Viper paused, then hesitated for a moment and said, "This matter will not threaten our interests, but I still think it is necessary to tell you about it."

"But we haven't been notified about arson, or homicide." Rhett said and looked at Morgan, who shrugged.

"They didn't set fire. They were all hacked to death. The corpses were dismembered and burned. My team members stole some body parts. There is also a human skin doll that they didn't have time to burn. I'll send it to you tomorrow morning." Viper took the black plastic bag handed over by the team member, and the blood dripped on her face. She was silent for a moment and said in a deep voice, "Hey, little doctor, those Chinese did keep their promise, but that Nawan The one with the knife is a lunatic, be careful."

She narrowed her eyes and said in a cold voice, "He took my brother's face off just because my brother looked straight at his ugly face, his face seemed to be taken off and then sewed on, that's all, Bye."

After finishing speaking, Viper hung up the phone without waiting for Rhett's reply. She threw the plastic bag containing the body parts to her team members, stood up and lit a cigarette.

A mercenary trotted in and said to Viper, "Sister! I've made a deal with Ma Renshang. He said that the life and death of the scimitar has nothing to do with them, let us do whatever we want."

"It's easy to handle." Viper sat up and casually lifted her wig, pulled out her pistol/gun, and snorted coldly with a cigarette in her mouth, "Greeting brothers to get up and work, let's go and fight with that scimitar man Have a good chat."

Reid held the hung up phone and said hesitantly, "There was no arson, at least the murder was not done by Ma Ren and the others."

He paused, looked back at Dr. Foster who was beside him, and said in a deep voice, "I remember that you have also seen the machete man."

Dr. Foster recalled the man who killed their security guard in the building, she nodded, "He is not in good spirits and has a strong tendency to attack. Judging from Ma Ren's attitude, there is no cooperative relationship between them, Ma Ren Jin ignored him."

Torres was listening on the table next to him, and took his phone casually. Rocker said excitedly, "Torres! I'm at Subway, and I have a coupon. Do you want something to eat?"

"Salami, I want this," Torres said. "Another sandwich, anything."

"Okay." Locker held the phone between his hands, took the things handed over by the clerk, took a sip of coffee and said vaguely, "How is Qiu Chengke?"

"I still can't get in touch, but there shouldn't be any problem." Torres looked around and whispered into the phone, "Although Rhett has been sitting there obediently, from his fingers to the wrinkles on his forehead, there is nothing wrong with it." I don't know what to say in revealing his anxiety."

"You don't need to say anything, huh...it's so cold." Rocker stomped his feet and quickened his pace towards the police station. "I'm going to hang up first, my hands are freezing outside."

"Come across from the mall and don't freeze my sandwich."

"It's guaranteed to be warm in my stomach." Rocker laughed and joked, walking quickly with a fast food bag and a phone in his arms. He looked at the closed shopping mall and sighed helplessly, "Because The snowstorm, the shopping mall is closed, I still have to walk back step by step, my hands are almost frozen, I have to hang up the phone..."

Rocker's words stopped suddenly, and Torres heard him exclaim in a low voice.

"Rocker?" Torres asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"Well... I'm not sure, there is a man with a strange posture." Rocker stood still with a fast food bag in one hand, tilted his head and looked at the man in the alley, he said hesitantly, "He seems to be in a good mood." Not too good, he has been wandering around in the trash can, there are blood drops on the ground, he seems to be injured?"

"Blood is not a good situation." Torres sat up straight and said vigilantly, "Leave him alone, Rocker, come back quickly and don't cause trouble."

"I think what you said makes sense, my sandwich is almost cold." Rocker took two steps back, turned around and was about to leave, when the man standing in front of the trash can turned his head sideways, revealing his side face.

Rocker subconsciously looked at his face, trying to judge his current state through his expression, but gasped after seeing his face, "Torres..., I'm not sure if this is the right way to describe it, But his face seems to have been ripped off."

Torres froze for a moment, then reacted suddenly, and said quickly, "Did you see his face?"

"I just saw the side face... He found me, what should I do, what should I do now, how about an apology?"

"You should run, Rocker, run!"

The author has something to say: Here I come again! ! !

I heard that someone wants to fatten up, hum!

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Don't do it, you will die! ! ! ! ! !