Thin and smooth tentacles gradually wrapped around the woman's body, hanging her high.

The tips of some of the tentacles wrapped around the woman's ankles began to protrude with needle-like spikes.

"Witt, what do you want to do?"

The woman struggled hard, but her strength could not withstand the force of the tentacles' entanglement. As a result, the tentacles became entangled tighter and tighter.

Just like an anaconda in the jungle, when devouring its prey, it will always entangle the prey tightly.

Soon, the woman felt a strong suffocating feeling as her chest was being squeezed.

"Don't worry,"

Witte picked up a piece of pizza and took a bite. The fine needle-like spikes pierced the woman's ankle. "Some simple sedatives," Li said.

He put his cheek in front of the woman's hanging head, showing a somewhat crazy and ferocious smile.

"I don't like eating dead meat. The fresher the meat, the better it tastes, so sleep, sleep. When you are sleeping, I will put you on a long table covered with ice cubes, and then pick up

With a table knife, cut off the best-tasting parts of your body, piece by piece..."

Thick saliva undulated from between his white teeth, "Dip a little bit of my secret mustard sauce..."

The woman struggled to say something, but strong sleepiness swept through her mind layer by layer, her vision began to blur, and she was even unable to control her tongue and mouth.

Bang-bang-

At this moment, the sound of light and slow footsteps stepping on the steps with leather shoes came from behind everyone.

"Excuse me," the old voice echoed in the quiet courtyard, "Is this Werther's home?"

"Who are you?"

Witte turned his head, and tentacles emerged from the ground.

"A father who lost his child."

He Ao raised his head and glanced at Werther, holding the crank crutch in his hand and continuing to walk forward step by step.

Then he suddenly stopped, and a tentacle that originally predicted his movements from the front struck him across the void and passed in front of him.

He Ao bent down and picked up the butterfly knife on the ground. At the same time, a tentacle coming from behind also passed through his back.

"Did any of you drop the knife?" Li

He Ao straightened up and looked forward.

The woman hanging by the tentacles was now unconscious and could only hear some hazy sounds.

Werther turned around completely and stared at Howe.

From the two seemingly 'coincidental' dodges just now, he realized that the old man in front of him was not as simple as he seemed.

"Old man, have I seen you?"

Witte stared at He Ao, and more and more tentacles began to target He Ao, "What do you want from me?"

"I just want to ask you, who asked you to set the fire?" Li

He Ao put the crutch in his hand on the ground, stopped, and looked at Werther calmly.

While speaking, he activated his super memory, and then placed a mark on Werther.

Werther's thinking was very messy, full of chaotic noise and a strong sense of hunger.

But fortunately, he was not crazy enough to completely transform into a monster, so He Ao was still able to capture some of his thoughts through the markers placed by his super memory.

"I thought of you, old man,"

After He Ao asked this question, Witte sneered, "It seems that you have dealt with all those incompetent wastes? But you are still a bit stupid to come to me. Is it because you are old and have Alzheimer's disease?"

Werther did not answer Heao's question, but directly taunted him.

And Howe never thought of asking Werther to answer the question.

Normally, when people are questioned, the answer will appear in their mind for the first time. The moment Heao asked the question, he got the answer from Witte's mind through the mark, "Black Market".

This was all the information that Witt thought of immediately. He got this commission from a client on the black market.

He Ao raised his head and stared at Werther.

"Old man, you can't hide this time."

Werther laughed, "I don't like Lao Chai's bad-tasting meat. It's such a pity, so I'll ask you to die."

Countless tentacles flew out from behind him, rushing towards He Ao Li like a sweeping storm.

Corresponding to the frivolity in his language, the tentacles he sent out this time were far more than those that attacked the woman before.

He valued He Ao much more than the woman who was half hanging in the air at this moment.

At this moment, the woman's body was swaying in the air, and her vision was completely blurred, but she could tell through the hazy voice that it was an old man.

She wanted to make a sound, but the intense sleepiness made her almost lose control of her body.

She tried hard to gather the last bit of strength in her body and bit the tip of her tongue. The severe pain and the strong iron smell in the blood made her wake up briefly.

She looked in the blurry direction of the old man in her field of vision, opened her mouth, and shouted in a soft, hoarse voice with some confusion,

"Quick...Run...Run..."

He Ao raised his head and glanced at the woman. He raised the butterfly knife in his hand, and the closed handle spread out like flying butterfly wings.

At this moment, he is completely different from when he first entered this courtyard. At that time, he could only rely on Sito's own physical strength, his own combat consciousness and prediction to avoid Werther's attack.

But now, the power of super memory fills his body.

He raised his crutch with his other hand, and rushed out like a phantom. The wide butterfly knife flew in the wind, like petals falling with the light of the knife, and cut off the 'tentacle chain' floating in the air with one knife.

However, He Ao did not cut off all the tentacles, but consciously cut off those tentacles that were about to attack him or that were blocking his path.

As blood gushed out from the severed limbs, the wriggling tentacles fell on the lawn. Almost in an instant, before Werther could react, Ho Ao had already arrived in front of him.

Ho Ao once again unfolded the handle of the butterfly knife in front of Werther, and the sharp blade circled in his hand like a dexterous snake.

Before Werther could be surprised by He Ao's speed, his eyes were attracted by the complicated butterfly sword light.

And at the moment when his attention became more and more concentrated, He Ao grasped the handle of the knife. He concentrated the power on his arm to form a strengthening circuit. The light of the knife pierced out like lightning, piercing Werther's heart. The sharp tip of the knife

Revealed from Werther's back.

Bright red blood spattered on the delicate collar of the formal suit.

He Ao pulled out the butterfly knife, took a half step back, and stared at Werther.

Werther's eyes widened, and the expression on his face ranged from concentration to surprise to disbelief.

In fact, only five seconds had passed since he had just launched all his tentacle attacks.

Life and death are only in these five seconds.

His body leaned forward and fell to the ground.

He Ao's attack just now shattered his energy gathering point.

The tentacles that were tightly wrapped around the hanging woman also fell from the sky.

He Ao turned around and raised his hand, and the sharp knife light cut through the tentacles that tightly wrapped around the woman as she fell.

These tentacles disintegrated in the air and fell to the ground one step ahead of the woman, becoming a buffer for the woman's fall.

At this time, He Ao raised the butterfly knife, and the light of the knife flew in his hand, folded, and finally returned to the state where the blade was folded back and hidden in the handle.

The woman who fell to the ground briefly regained consciousness due to the pain of the fall. She looked at He Ao's blurry figure in her field of vision with some confusion.

And He Ao handed her the folded butterfly knife in his hand, "Your butterfly knife?"

The woman raised her head with difficulty. She stared at He Ao's blurry figure. She had not yet reacted to this violent sudden change. Hazy memories emerged in her mind. She opened her mouth and said, "Knife... you

······knife······"

Finally, the overwhelming sleepiness overcame her and she fell into a deep sleep.

He Ao, who was squatting in front of her, looked at the person who fainted in front of him in confusion.

The woman in front of him was dressed neatly in a red delivery girl's outfit, but her temperament and behavior were not that of a delivery boy. Moreover, she appeared in Werther's courtyard and seemed to be someone who was hostile to Werther.

Witt's identity is the boss of the Eagle Claw Gang. The enemy of this gang is either another gang member, the St. John Police Department, or the FBI.

This woman just asked him to escape. She seems to have a righteous stance. Coupled with the extraordinary events, it is very likely that she is someone from the FBI.

However, the presence of the FBI in St. John City is very low. During Sito's more than half a century of life, there was very little news about the FBI. Especially in the past ten years, there has been almost no news.

It doesn't look like they can organize manpower to clean up extraordinary gangs.

Or is it some kind of FBI-like organization within the St. Jon Police Department?

He Ao shook his head. The information he had access to now was too little, and it was not enough to restore the identity of the woman in front of him.

He thought for a moment and quickly picked up the woman.

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Outside the courtyard gate, Jia Qian, who was sitting in an off-road vehicle, raised her head and stared blankly at the woman held in her grandfather's arms, "Grandpa, where did you pick up this sister?"
To be continued...