The scalpel used by Gao Fan contains a special heat-dissipating metal that can dissipate heat quickly when attached to the skin. The blade always remains cold. The cost of this scalpel is fifty times that of an ordinary scalpel. It is best used as a torture tool.

When you scratch the skin, you can see a layer of goose bumps.

Victor closed his eyes and felt the cold blade sliding on his cheek. He only heard a whisper in his ear: "Don't you want to open your eyes? Then just keep them closed..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Victor felt a pain in his eyelids, as if he had been scratched by a knife. The pain made him groan and instinctively opened his eyes, only to see that pale face less than half an inch away from him, and it was still frowning.

She smiled strangely at him with yellow teeth.

An evil fire arose in Victor's heart, and he opened his mouth and bit Gao Fan's nose. As a killer of the Bilderberg Organization, he was still a bit tough. If the mission failed, he would just ask for relief. If he pissed off the guy in front of him, he wouldn't even take the knife.

How much pain, huh! A sharp pain shot through his jaw and he had to pull his neck back.

Gao Fan had been on guard against this move for a long time, and he also kept one hand. With his previous medical knowledge, he could accurately grasp the opponent's muscle movements. The moment Victor opened his mouth, he pulled out another scalpel and stabbed Yang directly.

The knifeman lowered his jaw and took a step back.

"Interesting, I met someone today who is not afraid of death, hehe!" Gao Fan smiled strangely and pulled out the scalpel. The two scalpels were turning between his fingers. A pair of triangular eyes stared at the blue eyes opposite him. He seemed to have captured

Some things, this guy is not as unafraid of death as he seems on the surface.

A scalpel poked a hole in Victor's lower jaw, but his tongue was not injured. The sharp stinging sensation made him tremble all over. The guy in front of him struck hard and accurately. He didn't know what method he would use to torture him next.

Not afraid of death?

Gao Fan put away the knife and turned around and walked to the iron cage on the wall. He stretched out his hand to open one of the cage doors and pulled out a small black hound with a sharp beak. He kept teasing it in his mouth and brought the puppy to Wei

Ke Duo came to him, bent down and put the puppy at his feet.

"This dog's name is Rou crazy. I gave him the name. The little thing goes crazy when he sees meat. Look, he is licking your blood, hehe!" Gao Fan smiled sinisterly, and Victor reluctantly lowered his head.

At that moment, he reached out and took out the scalpel from his pocket and quickly slashed his chest.

Hey! The clothes on Victor's chest were cut open, and there was a gap in the clothes on Victor's chest when he lowered his head. The knife did not hurt the skin, but it frightened him so much that he shivered, and goosebumps appeared on his chest.

He raised his head, pretending to be tough, and said in a deep voice: "Kill me with one knife now if you can. You don't want to get anything from me."

Without saying a word, Gao Fan raised his hand and slashed Victor's chest with a knife. He turned the blade and picked up a piece of meat the size of a fingernail. He flicked it and threw it to his feet. The little hunting dog stretched out its mouth to grab it and swallowed it with its neck.

After falling down, he raised his head and called out twice, as if it was not enough.

"Ouch! You bastard!" Victor screamed in pain, but then his mouth was stuck with a piece of tape full of medicinal smell, and he could only moan from his nostrils. Gao Fan used a large rheumatism

Tiger bone plaster is much easier to use than packing glue or the like.

"Next, I will let the meat crazy eat, and then change a dog to come over. Don't worry, there are hundreds of pet dogs here that eat meat. Of course, if you are willing to say something, you can nod, I will start..." Gao Fan

When he raised his hand, white light flashed and blood suddenly appeared. There was a reason why he chose to attack Victor. Who let this guy tattoo a deck of playing cards on his arm? A gambler is often the easiest to talk.

Yes, naturally let him have the surgery first.

Meat Maniac was walking around and eating meat at his feet, and he didn't care about fat meat. In the blink of an eye, the little guy had two ounces of meat in his mouth. The little guy ate happily and kept wagging his short tail.

Cutting off the skin into pieces is the most unbearable form of torture. In addition, Gao Fan is a medical student, so every cut is very measured. It will not hurt people's lives but can cause unbearable pain. It takes less than two minutes.

At this moment, I saw Victor nodding his head with his eyes wide open. This guy really couldn't stand it anymore.

At this time, in the luxurious private room of the restaurant on the eighth floor of Nanhuatian Building in Dongjiang City, the food and wine were fragrant. There was a table of extremely sumptuous dishes, but no one touched their chopsticks, letting the hot air gradually cool down.

Sitting at the mahogany dining table were the Morgans and two old men with wrinkled faces. One of them, an old man with a cold face, was wearing a black woolen gentleman's hat and an orthodox suit. He deliberately moved his chair back half a foot to allow more space.

He was walking out on crutches. The old man looked like he was not here for a meal. The other old man looked much more casual. He was wearing a casual suit with suspenders and a smile on his rosy face. He didn't have a meal either.

He was playing with a table knife, and his nonchalant look formed a strong contrast with the formal-dressed old man beside him.

Hilmorgen looked particularly respectful in front of the two old men, but he still did not invite them to dinner. He was the one who invited them to the table, but he did not seem to be the real owner.

The old man in the top hat folded his palms and covered the head of the crutch. The wrinkles on his cheeks twitched a few times, making it feel like ice shards were falling down. He turned his head and glanced at the old man in suspenders and said in a deep voice: "Reese

Te, it’s time for the two fools you sent to come back, will there be any problems?”

The smile on the face of the old man named Riester did not change. He reached out and picked up a piece of tofu with a table knife. This was authentic water-ground tofu. Normally it would be impossible to pick it up completely without a spoon, but the old man in front of him used a spoon to pick it up.

I simply picked it up with the knife, and the tip of the knife penetrated the tofu for two points, using just the right amount of force.

"Let's eat. You said those two are fools. How could I send two fools to carry out the task entrusted by Morgan? You don't think I'm a fool too, do you?" Lister spoke a little repetitively, but the matter remained the same.

The explanation is clear, but it seems unclear who is the fool.

The old man in the top hat raised the crutch in his hand and paused on the ground for a moment, and said in a cold voice: "Victor owes you a lot of money, right? You want that fool to complete the task and repay the debt, right?"

Lister put the tofu into his mouth with his backhand, swallowed it, and said slowly: "Old Bill, I found that you are so smart, you can even think of such a reason, tsk tsk! I found out that you are so smart

Nian is not like your brother who only cares about making money. Not only is he smart, he also thinks everyone is a fool."

These two old men are both the vice-presidents of the Bill Deber Organization, and they are also two old rivals. They usually bicker constantly whenever they get together. They also have a taboo. When they bicker, no one can disturb them, otherwise they will end up with the same thing.
Chapter completed!