Not to mention that captive, even if I were, Siro and the brothers around him could not help but look at Mu Tou. The look of looking at Mu Tou was a little more awe and chill. As for Mr. Zhou, he still covered his mouth and squirted wildly in the corner.

Mu Tou had already put away the scalpel and looked at me with a wink. I immediately woke up and quickly let my subordinates put down the two prisoners hanging on it. Xiao Huang dragged them back to the container. As for how to interrogate the confession, I don’t have to worry about it.

"You... are really not an ordinary pervert." I stared at Mu in a daze.

Indeed, such a guy, although we used to hang out together, drink, play together, and fight in the bar, and I also know that Mutou is actually a slutty guy. Although he is gentle and gentle, he is not ruthless at all when fighting. But... I think about this guy doing physical examinations for those elderly people in community clinics, and sitting in the clinic to read Japanese comics when he has nothing to do... Such a person can actually say something outrageous and ruthless like "I want to dissect you in vivo", and then slashing around a living person with a scalpel...

"Pretty." Mu Tou shrugged: "I'm not a pervert, but when I was studying in medical school, my anatomy grades were indeed excellent. I remember that during the first anatomy class, the teacher took us to dissect a body. I was the only one among all the students who did not vomit, and saw the tail from the beginning."

He pulled off the rubber gloves in his hand and threw them on the ground, and said lightly: "I just now, this is a scare of that guy. I think that ordinary people, even if they are not afraid of death, they should still be afraid of being dissected in vivo."

He was covered in a pungent smell of blood. But Mutou looked calm and simply took off his coat and pulled one of my subordinates: "Where is water? I want to wash it."

The subordinate looked at Mutou with awe and hurriedly pointed in a direction.

Now, everyone is looking at my friend with admiration. My brothers here are not afraid of killing and setting fires, especially these subordinates of the direct line. They are all fierce people who can fight and fight. But today they are all shocked by the wood.

I sat for a while, and soon Xiao Huang pried out the information from the prisoner's mouth.

It is true that these two killers are Chinese. However, both of them come from a subordinate branch of the American Huaqing Gang... Simply put, they are an extremist organization specializing in taking business and helping people do things, killing, kidnapping, extortion, etc.

When I heard the name "Huaqing Gang", my heart sank first. Because I knew that Huaqing Gang had a blood relationship with the Hongmen. The first thing I thought of was... Could it be that Ye Huan was looking for someone to deal with me?

The Huaqing Gang is a large Chinese gang organization in the United States, but the organization is relatively loose. Most of them have the name of "Huaqing" above their heads, and there are many branches below. Generally speaking, they are quite powerful, but the organizations below each occupy the top and do their own affairs. These two killers are nominally a killer-like organization under the name of Huaqing.

According to the confession of the prisoner, the main business of their organization is actually just kidnapping and murder. However, after all, there are too few murder jobs in this world, and it is rare to get a few good and rich businesses a year. There are still more kidnapping cases. This time, someone offered a high price to ask them to deal with our area.

These two people are also veterans. They have been in Vancouver for ten days. These days, they are secretly collecting my information, my background, and many details about me. For example, my age, identity, my preferences, and my personality.

The main thing is that I go to and from every day. They basically touched them clearly wherever I go, what route I take, and whoever I follow... What makes me depressed is that they get a lot of information almost effortlessly...

Just because I am very well-known now, many tabloid paparazzi will stare at me from behind. Many of my information are not even necessary to check it out in person, and you can get a lot of it by rummaging through the newspapers.

According to their explanation, they originally planned two plans. The first was to find a route that I was used to walking, and then shoot a dark gun to kill me. For example, near my company, I killed me with a sniper rifle. However, this plan was aborted. Because I am almost a hand-off manager now, I rarely go to the company, and my whereabouts are too erratic.

After returning from Luoshanji, I had no fixed plans for doing anything almost every day. Most of the time I said that I would slap my head and think of what I did, and I would go out immediately. I had no plans or rules to go in and out. They really couldn't figure out my work and rest rules. So, the plan to squat and shoot a miscarriage.

Then I received the news about my wedding, and these people thought of it, at the wedding party, guests, staff, bands, etc., and the staff was complicated, so I decided to take advantage of this time to get in.

Fortunately, the place where I live is flat and there are no high-rise buildings around, so they can't arrange snipers. As a result, they plan to tamper with my wedding cake.

On the wedding day, although I arranged for many subordinates to maintain safety, it was a wedding, not a military forbidden area, and no one expected that someone would come to me on this day to be unlucky, and people would inevitably relax. And my house is not a place that is conducive to protection. It is a big house with a yard outside and a circle of low walls around it, which occupies a large area. There are only a few dozen subordinates, who have to maintain order in the venue and watch the entrance outside to prevent media people from hiding in - it is impossible to enclose the entire outside of the house.

These two guys are also good at it. They just found a blind spot and sneaked in.

In fact, in addition to their hands and feet in the cake, they also prepared that they both changed into ordinary clothes and pretended to be guests wandering around the venue. The guests on that day were really not small, with black and white doctrines, and not even knowing me, let alone my subordinates. Both of them had guys on them, especially a micro pistol. The shell was plastic and could only fire two bullets. The two originally thought that if they could meet me at the venue before the wedding, they would kill me with just one cold gun.

As a result, I deserved to be my life. After Mu Tou and Aze and others came, I almost pulled the two brothers into the bride's dressing room and couldn't chat, so they didn't get the chance to kill me before the wedding. In the end, I could only use the last move. I wanted to kill me with the bomb in the cake...

The bomb was scheduled! I had already calculated the time and just made me explode when I cut the cake.

To be honest, in addition to the sixth feeling in my heart at the wedding, the biggest flaw that reminded me at that time was: the one who pushed the cake was a yellow man! This was the biggest flaw! Because I knew very well that the pastry chef Siro found me was a senior talent in the British royal family. Even if the pastry master was too arrogant to push the cake cart, his deputy should come forward. Whether it was the pastry chef or his assistant, they were all white people!!

But... I was a little tired when I saw Yan Di's drunkenness, so I simply said a few words casually, shortening the time for speaking!

This was beyond their expectations! As a result, there was no time to put on makeup (they originally wanted to put on makeup to white people... it was actually very simple, if you put on a little beard on your face, or just put on makeup and mess around, maybe you could get it over). Unfortunately, there was a mistake in time, so you could only push the cake cart out with your teeth!!

Finally, I saw the flaw on the spot.

These two killers I caught were just taking money to kill my "professional talents". They naturally had no grudges and hatred against me. As for whom they entrusted their organization to deal with me, I don't know. They are just front-line operators who took action, and the client couldn't ask.

There is only so much information in my hand, and I can't ask any more. I thought about it and ordered: "If it's useless, just put it in a sack and throw it into the sea."

Xiao Huang didn't say anything. He turned around and was about to go back and kill, but I then stopped him: "Wait!"

I thought about it and said, "Don't hurry to kill, stay for one day. Maybe I remember something to ask again."

Then I ran to the corner of the wall to pull up the buck periodontal Zhou, who was dissatisfied with no face: "Lawyer Zhou, have you finished vomiting? After vomiting, come back and discuss things."

A brother next to him came back with his legs weak, and he also served hot tea to rinse his mouth.

I asked my brothers to retreat, and Xiluo, I, and Mutua Aze were left in the warehouse.

"First of all, you have to figure out who spent money to buy my life." I rubbed my temples and looked at Zhou Yi: "Lawyer Zhou. Among us, your brain is the best way to use it. Please help me think about it."

Buckfield was sitting next to Mu Tou. Mu Tou had changed his clothes, but he still had a bloody smell. Buckfield looked a little pale and gritted his teeth and said, "You have many enemies. There are not only one or two people who want you to die. How do I know?"

I smiled bitterly: "Well, the people who want me to die... Indeed, when I get to where I am today, there are naturally many people who want me to die. There must be some enemies..."

How to say it? There are quite a few people I offended. First of all, there are Vietnamese. Vietnamese are in Vancouver. No, it should be said that since the Vancouver riots I created, Vietnamese gangs in Canada have been regarded as rats crossing the street and have been crazily suppressed by various forces. Especially in Vancouver, Vietnamese gangs have long been uprooted and there is no left at all. But I don’t believe that Vietnamese spend money to buy my life. First, Big Ruan and Little Ruan are all finished, no one else has any trouble. Who spends money to avenge two dead people? Gangs are known as loyal, but most of them are just slogans to coax people. Who will do anything without good things? If it were you, would you contribute money and effort to offend a powerful boss for the so-called loyalty?

Moreover, even if the Vietnamese want to fuck me, they will not ask Chinese to do it.

So... the mercenary organization called Cobra? Cobra took the job of the Vietnamese to deal with me, but I was beaten and killed all the people sent to North America. Logically, they would definitely want me to die. However, after losing the elite soldiers and generals sent to North America, Cobra, an organization that was originally a second-rate mercenary gang, has dropped its strength to a low level. In the mercenary circle, self-protection is insufficient, so where can I get my time to trouble me? And the rule of this industry is to spend money to help the employer do business, but if it is done, it is unreasonable to find someone to take revenge - if you are a mercenary, you will not die one day? If you fail to perform a mission and die, you will go to revenge, then mercenaries all over the world should not do other things, and you will only take revenge every day!

Then, it’s not a cobra anymore. Basically, I will not have any intersection with this organization.

The most offended recently is naturally the terrorists! Mr. Lamuch's revolutionary comrades... Well, these people probably hate me so much. But those people have their own terrorist careers and are all people who do big things. There is no reason to deal with me, right? For example, Uncle Bin Laden has been arrested for so many years, but he has not seen Al Qaeda kill the entire family of the American officer who led the team.

Even if Lamuchi's accomplices want me to die, they should be a group of big beards from the Middle East who are coming to cause trouble for me, and they will not be able to get involved with the Chinese.

So... the Gambino family?

I laughed... I borrowed them the courage! The Gambino family is awesome, and I really can't afford to mess with it. But now the Rothschild family is my backer. They dare to touch me? I am the money-making tool and a partner of the Rothschild family! Even if Lao Gaoqi hates me, he will not be so impulsive. As for buying murderers, the Gambino family will not be so stupid that they think that the people of the Rothschild family can't find it. Lao Gaoqi is a character, not such a fool who doesn't know how to advance and retreat. He will not drag his family into danger in order to breathe a sigh of relief.

The Three Leaf Crocodile Family? Does Mr. Yang Er want to recruit me as his niece? As a result, I didn’t marry Yang Wei, and made him angry? I just wanted to kill me?

I immediately rejected this idea with a smile. What a powerful person, Mr. Yang Er. How could he do such a fool? In addition to being a little favoritism to his biological son, this person is definitely a first-class hero!

So...Sorin?

I frowned. Thorin would never be hostile to me... but that Allen couldn't say it!

It can be said that most of the current situation of Allen's out-of-favor is caused by me! If it weren't for my self-protection that Old Solin had been bewitching Old Solin's determination to pass the throne to his own daughter, then Allen is still a glorious successor now! The result is that I intervened in the middle, Old Solin must have killed Allen. Although only we know the cooperation between me and Old Solin, there is no airtight wall in this world!!

But it’s not right to think about it. It’s difficult for Allen to report himself now. Even if he wants to do anything, he will step up his shift to seize power! Instead of coming to trouble me.

I sighed. Finally, I had to mention the name that I least want to mention:

Ye Huan!

Ye Huan is a Chinese. Ye Huan wants me to die the most, because only if I die can he be safe! But... Even if Ye Huan wants me to die, he will let the person he trusts the most, and will never buy murderers! Because of the relationship between me and him, the fewer people know, the better!

So...is it the Hongmen in the mainland?

The people in the Hongmen finally discovered my identity! Then they found someone to kill me?

I am very famous now, not just the fifth master of Vancouver, Canada. I am not close to the leader of the Vancouver circle. At the same time, because of the Hollywood experience, I am half the sky! I am often a front page figure in the news! Even the cover of Times magazine has been on... Such popularity must have spread to China.

But the problem is. I have been ignoring this problem.

Because except for Ye Huan and others, no one in the Hongmen knew that I was still alive!

This is a very critical issue.

I castrated the biological son of a boss in the Hongmen. The one who hates me the most is naturally the son of the boss and his eunuch. But even these two people, do they know me? Don’t know me!

They know at most my name and my background information in China... Moreover, even if the person who has met me in person, that is the guy who was beaten to be a eunuch by me, that night, he only met me and saw my face after getting drunk after getting drugs.

Later, they cast a net to chase me, relying on photos.

But more than two years have passed now! More than two years have passed, and in their minds, I am already a dead person!!

Those subordinates of the Hongmen who captured me back then naturally forgot me, and maybe even forgot what I looked like. This principle is easy to think: If it were you, you saw a photo of a stranger two years ago. Now two years have passed, can you still clearly remember what the photo of that stranger looks like? Who would remember? Cut ~!

As for the boy who was beaten as a eunuch by me, and he should be the one who impressed me the most. But the problem is that they all think I am a dead person! They will no longer deliberately inquire about me or follow me. Even if I hear it occasionally, the person in charge of Canada now is nicknamed Wu Ye - they know who "Fifth Master" is?

The problem is... I've been so popular recently!!

My photos appear frequently in newspapers, magazines and media!

Now that I walk on the street, I may be recognized! So, the possibility of my "Chen" photo that is so popular in the United States is definitely very high!

If, one day, the guy who was beaten to be a eunuch by me, or he would look through a newspaper with a photo of me... Well, why does this person look so familiar? Think again, no, why is it so similar to the guy who crippled me back then? Check again...

This is very likely.

But there is one! If they know that I am not dead, I will definitely not be the first one who is unlucky!

It's Ye Huan!!!

Ye Huan made a body of mine to hand in the office! Now I found out that I was not dead. The first one to bear the anger was Ye Huan.

So it is very simple to identify whether the Hongmen enemy came to seek revenge, just check whether Ye Huan has been doing well recently.

Siro knew my foundation, and I had not hidden it. But I didn't know it. I thought about it. Now there was no need to hide it, so I said it on the spot.

"Lawyer Zhou, you know that I smuggled into Canada and then joined the big enclosure. I got out after I got into a lot of trouble in China and couldn't stay in China. Now I suspect that it may be that the domestic enemy has come to me."

Buck periodontal Zhou looked at me and didn't seem to care too much: "Many of the big circles were smuggled out of the country by committing crimes. But is your enemy very powerful?"

I thought for a while: "I don't know what to say, it's very powerful. But it's not a big deal... Well, Hongmen, do you know? When I was in China, I beat a son from the Hongmen to a eunuch."

There was no big reaction, and buck periodontal chuckled just an eyebrow and then said "Oh".

Indeed, if it were me in the past, the two words "Hongmen" would definitely make me admire you!

But now...just one word, hum!

When facing the most awesome mafia family in the United States, I dare to fight head-on.

The Hongmen is very powerful. But it depends on where it is. In Chinese, the Hongmen has a long history. All the underworlds in Hongmen are passed down from the branches of the Hongmen. Basically, the entire Hongmen can represent the modern history of the Chinese underworld! However, that is in China!

In terms of absolute power, the Hongmen is probably inferior to the Mafia.
To be continued...