Chapter 60 I attack, I just don't talk about martial arts
I quickly and easily guessed the answer to this question in my mind, but there was no concrete result.
The most likely result now is that the village owner knew that the two men were going to attack him, so he deliberately leaked the original owner's photo, so that he would become the village owner's scapegoat.
No wonder she didn't send him an invitation, but still sent him an anonymous text message asking him to go to Tulip Villa, just to take his place!
"Ten minutes should be enough to dispose of your body." Jian Yan's eyes flickered, and he suddenly grabbed a sharp knife and stabbed Yang Ye, who had not yet reacted.
There is a large artery 5cm below the clavicle of the shoulder. It cannot stop the bleeding if stabbed, but if stabbed here, the opponent will have at least thirty seconds to survive. Obviously, it cannot be fatal with one blow.
This is not efficient enough.
So... what if it penetrates the heart?
The hand rises and the knife goes in, steadily, accurately and ruthlessly.
Under Yang Ye's horrified gaze, Jian Yan quickly pulled out the table knife after the tip of the knife penetrated the opponent's body, and pushed him down on the seat with one hand, unable to get up.
Due to the large size of the knife itself, it created a large hole in Yang Ye's heart. After the knife was pulled out, pericardial occlusion could not form in his heart, and blood would instantly flow out of the heart...
Jian Yan casually took out a piece of toilet paper and covered his face: "Just like this."
Almost at the same time, Yang Ye's blood gushed out instantly, and a few splashes of blood dripped on the toilet paper, not touching Jian Yi at all.
The whole process took less than a minute, and the situation in the car was completely reversed.
Yang Ye fell in a pool of blood in the driver's seat, his eyes lifeless. With such a large amount of bleeding, even gods may not be able to save him.
"Well, I don't have gloves. It's a bit troublesome to deal with the scene now." Jian Yi calmly took out a few pieces of toilet paper and wiped his khaki coat, then wrapped his hands with several pieces of toilet paper, and gently took it from Yang Ye's hand.
Take out his cell phone to avoid leaving your fingerprints on it.
The phone is unlocked by fingerprint, which is of course very simple for Jianji. He tried it over and over with Yang Ye's right hand, and finally got the password on the third try with his middle finger.
"Beep..." The phone turned on in response.
"It's really weird to use your middle finger as a password," Jian Jian complained while browsing the above content, "Don't these guys have any spiritual needs? In addition to the built-in software on the phone, there is only WeChat..."
Sure enough, there was only one contact in WeChat, and the note was "Lao Xu". Judging from the photos and voice messages sent by the other party, this person should be the man who called just now.
[Goods arrived, East Street, under the mailbox]
There is also a photo attached at the back.
This is the most recent message, it was three minutes ago, but it is also the only two messages in the communication between the two. It is obvious that the previous messages have been artificially deleted.
"What are you doing that is shameful..." Jian Yan said to himself, "What does this so-called goods mean..."
He already had his own answer in his mind.
In the next minute, he checked the text messages and call records one after another, but unfortunately, these things were completely deleted, leaving nothing behind, just like a brand new mobile phone.
"I was originally thinking about cutting off your fingers to unlock the password," Jian Yan shook her head regretfully, "It seems there is no need for it now."
He stretched his body a little. Fortunately, he didn't leave any fingerprints in the car during the whole journey.
Jian Yan once again wrapped his hands in thick toilet paper and opened the drawer under Yang Ye. Lying there were a pair of brand new cold-proof gloves and a desert yellow pistol.
"The civilian version of the fn-509 tactical type," he smacked his lips, "This thing is really rare. It seems that these two are also people who are doing 'big business', and they are equipped with such luxury... Yes, I will accept it.
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It seems that this Yang Ye has a good background, but now it seems that he is just a guy who delivers equipment.
[Name: Cold-proof gloves]
[Type: Armor]
[Quality: Average]
[Explanation: Ordinary cold-proof gloves are dark red in color and look very new. They should be brand new goods that have just left the factory.]
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Note: Have you ever experienced the feeling of riding an electric bike without gloves in winter...]
Jian Yi picked up Nojia and took a look at the time. It was almost time before "Old Xu" arrived. He quickly turned off BYD's searchlight, then put on his gloves, picked up the knife, and got out of the car to greet the arrival of the other party.
The rain had stopped by this time, but the cold wind was still blowing every inch of his exposed skin.
Jian Yi was leaning on the guardrail beside the winding mountain road, playing with the knife still stained with blood in his hand. He wore a hood attached to his coat and stood there quietly waiting.
"Hey, Lao Yang!"
There was a shout in the distance, and following the sound, I saw bright yellow high-beam lights flashing on the road dozens of meters away.
There was a military green off-road vehicle, and "Old Xu" was sticking his head out of it, waving in the direction of Jian Yi.
Jian Yi did not speak, but waved to him, and then sent him a message on Yang Ye's mobile phone:
[Fuck, my old car broke down, you are too far away, I can’t hear what you said.]
A few seconds after the message was sent, there was a reply from "Lao Xu", which was two simple English letters:
【ok.】
The off-road vehicle slowly drove over from behind the winding mountain road. After only about ten seconds, it stopped in an open place ten meters away from BYD.
"What kind of shabby car do you think you have? You don't want to replace it with a better one even if you have money?"
The car door opened, and a punk-headed young man wearing sunglasses jumped out of the car. He knocked on the hard shell of the off-road vehicle and said, "Look at my car, hey, it won't be damaged even if it hits a rock."
"Looking at the tone, he's an acquaintance," Jian Yan's face was covered by a hood. He leaned on the railing and lowered his head without saying a word, stroking the sharp knife in his pocket with his right hand.
"Hey, Lao Yang, talk, why are you so wilted?" The man said, approaching Jian Jian beside the railing, "Would you like a cigarette?"
Still no response.
"Oh, isn't it just a broken car? It's not like you can't afford it..." He curled his lips and took out the flashlight on his body, "Let me see where your car hit?"
The flashlight was turned on, and the beam of light shone straight into the car window. For a moment, a bright red reflected in his eyes.
There seems to be a person in the driver's seat.
"How did you kill him?" The man was horrified. "Then how are we going to find the warehouse? Wait, let me see if we can save him."
He opened the door and glanced at the fallen man in the driver's seat.
An upside-down human face stared at him with a dead look, and blood bloomed on the face.
"Yang, Yang Ye?" The man took two steps back in disbelief, obviously frightened.
