The first three hundred and fifty-eight chapters see blood
The knife doesn't have to be big, it just needs to be useful. At a specific time and in a specific environment, this set of small knives will play an unimaginable role.
The moment Lang Na, who was tied to the leisure chair, saw the set of scalpel-like knives, cold sweat began to fall from his forehead, and his struggling movements became more and more intense. This feeling of man-made knives and others being fish-meat is really real.
There is nothing beautiful about it.
The feeling of being at the mercy of others is never a good one, and this has been proven thousands of times.
"What on earth do you want to do?" Seeing Lao Tie carefully wiping those dozen scalpel-like sharp knives, Lang Na's defense almost collapsed before Lao Tie could take action.
"Chat with you. Didn't I say that before? But in order to ensure that your words are true, I have to arm myself, at least to let you know that I really don't care about your life or death.
Well, in order to show that what I said is true, I'd better show it first." After saying this, Lao Tie said that he raised a narrow folding knife about 20 centimeters long in his hand, and then held it in Lang's hand.
Under his gaze, he slowly stabbed into Lang Na's arm.
"Ah!! Bastard!! Damn it!! Stop it! Stop it! What do you want?" Lao Tie's knife was very sharp, but Lao Tie controlled the knife and passed through Lang at an extremely slow speed.
He took the forearm of his left hand and nailed the knife to the armrest. This knife was like nailing Lang Na to the cross. The fear had already surpassed the pain. At this moment, Lang Na was praying that Lao Tie could quickly
He had to make his purpose clear, otherwise, he didn't know how long he could hold on.
"Look, we seem to have reached an agreement. I showed my sincerity and let you understand that I don't care about your life or death.
Now you should have understood my determination. So you should be ready to have a chat with me.
The first question is, as far as I know, you own a lot of real estate in France. What I want to know is, are there underage girls locked up in the basement of every villa in your name?
"Lao Tie's first question was within Lang Na's expectation, because it was the triggering point of the conflict between him and Lao Tie that he could think of.
"No more! Ah! It's really gone! It's true!!" Lang Na's answer was simple, but what greeted him was Lao Tie's other long and narrow knife that was curved like a snake. The same thing
It penetrated Lang Na's arm, and then did not press down, but just cut open the flesh of Lang Na's right arm, letting the blood flow.
"You have to think carefully before answering, because I don't trust your character very much, so I have to verify your statement repeatedly." Lao Tie looked at Lang Na, and Lao Tie didn't believe his answer.
Even if he tells the truth, Lao Tie's knife will still stick. This means that once he has anger and hatred for a person, no matter what the person says, he will treat him according to what he thinks in his heart.
"You! You bastard!! What I said is the truth!" Lang Na was a little speechless. Lao Tie was so cruel to him that he didn't believe what he said at all. This made Lang Na worry about his own life.
.
"Okay, I believe you for the time being. But I will investigate everything you say. If you are lying to me, haha, to be honest, I really hope you lie to me, because only in this way can I avoid it.
I will cut you into pieces of fresh meat without any scruples, and then feed it to the fish." What Lao Tie said was a bit untechnical, but the threat was still very effective at this moment. Lang Na heard that Lao Tie
After Tie's words, the whole person couldn't help but tremble. This kid was much worse than the image he usually displayed.
In Lao Tie's impression, every person who is called a boss should be a hard-core person who would rather die than surrender. Only then can he be worthy of the title of boss. However, Lang Na in front of him really looks like the boss.
The two words are somewhat unrelated. I don’t know if Lonner did it on purpose or if it’s really like this.
"Then let's talk about your knowledge of France. As far as I know, you were born and raised in France, right? Then you must know a lot about France, right?" Lao Tie's question made Lang Na a little confused.
Because no matter how this question sounds, it has nothing to do with the matter at hand.
"What on earth do you want to ask?" Ronner didn't dare to answer directly. He had to find out Lao Tie's true intentions, otherwise he didn't want to get stabbed again. This was not a pleasant feeling. He was just a
He was an ordinary gangster, and he had done a few murders, but since he became popular, he has never been involved in such things.
If you are rich and powerful, there will naturally be many people who are willing to help. Over time, you will naturally gradually return to a normal mentality. At least when facing life and death, your mentality is not much different from that of ordinary people.
"I like France very much, and I also like the city of Paris very much. Since you grew up here, you naturally know a lot about things here. Let me ask you about it. Do you have any questions?" Lao Tie knew that his questions would be answered.
This brings questions to Lang Na. After all, this thing sounds really unreliable, but this unreliability will cause his knife to be inserted into Lang Na's body, so Lang Na must be more cautious. In this regard,
Old iron can also accept it.
"Your question is too general. I know that you must have your own destination when you appear here today. You should just get straight to the point. Beating around the bush is a waste of time for both you and me." Lang Na said.
My attitude also changed at this moment. Compared to being confused before, I now think very clearly.
In this case, the way of chatting between Lao Tie and Lang Na will become much simpler. Unfortunately, Lao Tie still wants to chat with Lang Na more.
"Okay, let me narrow the scope and be more specific. Fifteen years ago, a Russian came to Paris, France. His name was Karloffrod. The reason why I asked you if you know anything about Paris is that
he.
Tell me, how much do you know about him?" Lao Tie liked this kind of introductory questioning very much. He directly asked how much he knew about him, rather than asking whether Lang Na knew this person. These two questions
It may seem like there isn't much difference, but in reality there are huge differences.
"Karlofrod? Russian? Fifteen years ago?" After hearing the information and data given by Lao Tie, Lang Na immediately fell into deep thought. He was absolutely sure about this question. This was Lao Tie's time.
The question that appeared here was what he wanted to know the most, so he had to write enough articles on this issue. Only in this way could he have a chance to survive.
Lang Na never thought that Lao Tie would let him go. He grew up in an environment where the big fish eats the small fish. He understood that many things did not need to be thought about at all, and he also knew how to do them.
The situation in front of him is that once his value is squeezed out, he will definitely die without a burial place in the next moment. And once he wants to survive, he must seize this opportunity and buy himself enough time and survival.
Chance.
"How's it going? Have you thought of anything?" Lao Tie looked at Lang Na. Lang Na's hesitant expression made him feel a little expectant, and then he subconsciously asked a question, and it was this question that made him
Ronna thought of the key to his survival.
Karlovrod, the key to his survival lies in this name, and he is not pretending to be mysterious. He really has some impressions. Although the name is not necessarily this, he came to Paris from Russia.
He will still pay more or less attention to people.
Because fifteen years ago, what Lang Na did was to wander the streets, especially the airport, looking for targets, either to cheat or simply rob. In short, among the people from abroad who came to Paris, foreign tourists were naturally the first choice.
goal.
The number of Russian tourists coming to France is not small, but it is definitely not many, especially at a certain time period.
"I think I have an impression, but I can't recall a very specific picture at the moment. Among the Russians who came to France, many of them came purely for tourism, but I remember that there seemed to be a few people who immigrated here.
And for some reasons, I had a conflict with the French police." After what Lang Na said, Lao Tie showed a hint of surprise on his face, but he didn't fully believe what Lang Na said. The current situation was for Lang Na's sake.
He will make up stories at all costs to survive.
"Since you can't remember it, you mean nothing to me. Phew!" As he spoke, Lao Tie pulled out the knife nailed to Lang Na's arm, and then used one of the knives to cut open Lang Na's neck.
The arterial blood vessels have small openings, but the blood flows very fast!
"Okay, just enjoy the last thirty minutes. Goodbye." Lao Tie said, packed up his tactical belt, turned around and walked into the elevator.