() With a "hiss" sound, the sheet was cut, and Xiong Er fell to the ground. He used the momentum to roll over and was about to stand up.
Suddenly, a thick and powerful leg kicked over. Xiong Er couldn't defend himself and was kicked straight. He screamed and flew several meters away and fell to the ground. At this moment, he only felt the pain of tearing in his chest.
He coughed a few times and vomited out a mouthful of blood. He covered his chest and stared at the person in front of him. Damn, who the hell is this! He was so cruel that he at least broke two of my ribs.
"Run! Why don't you take a dip!" Hu Fei calmly took out his cigarette and lit it.
After receiving a severe kick, Xiong Er wanted to speak, but he could not recover for a moment. At this moment, all the dozen or so tough men ran out.
The two men rushed forward and picked up Xiong Er. Without saying a word, they punched Xiong Er several times in the stomach. They were still cursing: "Damn it, you can avoid being beaten by jumping off the building. Damn it, I can't beat you to death."
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He had not recovered from the previous kicks, but he was hit a few more times. Even though Xiong weighed two hundred or two hundred kilograms, he couldn't bear it this time. He was beaten so hard by two big men that he vomited, so he ate some powder in a hurry in the morning.
Now after several hours of digestion, all that will be vomited out is jaundice water, accompanied by bright red liquid and blood.
Hu Fei snapped his fingers, and two big men stuffed Xiong Er, who was still half alive, into the Cadillac CTS-V. The others also got into the Cadillac, and Hu Fei got into a Mercedes-Benz S600.
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He took out his cell phone and made a call: "Brother, we've caught him. Okay, okay!"
The four luxury cars just disappeared under the eyes of the onlookers. No onlookers commented, and no one was surprised.
Why? Don't you look at who these people are? Can anyone wear the "righteousness" medal on their chest? They are licensed people who work exclusively for the government.
If this organization can be mobilized, everyone is like a mirror. It must be that bird B who has committed a major crime, otherwise: the "righteous" organization will not be able to mobilize.
Ten minutes later, four luxury cars drove into a villa. Xiong Er was carried directly into the basement and handcuffed directly to the horizontal bar. His feet were also suspended, with only his toes resting on the ground.
The whole basement made people shudder and feel horrified. There were piles of torture instruments all around, and they were the ones used in ancient times. Xiong Er was frightened, his legs were shaking, and he really didn't know who the other party was.
A pair of eyes looked at the people standing around. When he saw Hu Fei sitting on the chair, he suddenly shuddered. His eyes were extremely cold and full of murderous intent, making people afraid to look directly.
The entire basement was silent, and no one spoke. Five minutes passed like this, and Xiong Er couldn't stand it anymore. If this continues, his spirit will definitely collapse.
"You...who are you?"
"Do you recognize the medals on their chests?" Hu Fei's tone was unusually cold, which was scary to hear.
Xiong Er quickly took a look at the chests of a dozen big men, and there was indeed a red medal. He hadn't noticed it before, but when he took a closer look, he saw: "Righteous" organization.
Cold sweat suddenly broke out on my forehead. I didn't see the medal, so I wasn't extremely scared. But at this moment, the muscles on my face were twitching.
For a long time, this "righteous" organization has been no secret. They work for the country and are pervasive. There is no case that they cannot detect. But no one knows who is responsible. It is very mysterious.
But? Under normal circumstances, this organization will not be dispatched at all. Today, it was a big deal and they came to arrest me. I just killed someone, why don't I use this organization to find me?
"You...what do you want?"
"Easy!" Hu Fei smiled faintly, took out his cigarette and lit it. "Just tell me honestly what you did last night. If not, you can try the torture tools here!"
With a click, Xiong Er felt extremely cold in his heart. He would never have thought that they came here because of Liu Wei's death. But then he thought about it, Liu Wei was not a big shot, so he wanted them to arrest him?
Besides, wasn't Li Hao arrested? Even if the police suspected him, they had no evidence. What's more, Li Hao personally admitted to the manslaughter of Liu Wei last night.
"I didn't do anything last night. I don't understand what you are talking about!" Xiong Eryi gritted his teeth and refused to admit it.
"Then why are you running?" Hu Feidan smiled faintly.
Looking at that smile, Xiong Er shuddered, it was like a smile hiding a knife. Big beads of sweat were falling down from his forehead, and his eyes were blurred by sweat and stung a little.
Xiong Er blinked a few times: "I didn't run away, I was just traveling!"
At this moment, the basement door opened. A man in his forties with a straight suit, over 180 centimeters tall, walked in. This man's name was Guo Peng, nicknamed the God of Swords.
"Brother Fei, how's it going?"
"This kid doesn't want to talk!" Hu Fei sneered and handed a cigarette to Guo Peng. "It looks like you have to play with him!"
"I haven't used a knife in many years!" Guo Peng took the cigarette and put it on, laughing a few times. He walked over to Xiong Er and looked around: "Do you know me?"
Xiong Er really doesn't know Guo Peng. These are all people who became famous in the world in their early years, but they have just retired. Now no one in the world knows them, and they are all working for the country in secret.
However, Xiong Er just stared at Guo Peng for a long time, and the muscles on his face twitched a few times. "I don't know him!"
"It doesn't matter, we'll get to know each other soon!" Guo Peng sneered, with a dagger in his hand. "Do you know this one?"
"What are you going to do?" Xiong Er looked scared, staring at the gleaming knife.
"Why not? Look at your hands!" Guo Peng smiled faintly and put away the dagger.
Xiong Er didn't quite understand, so he quickly looked back at the hands cuffed to the shoulder. He didn't care, but he was dumbfounded and screamed.
The moment Guo Peng took out the dagger, in a flash of lightning, the flesh on Xiong Er's right index finger was suddenly removed, leaving bones and bones exposed.
The movement was so fast that Xiong Er didn't feel any pain at all. Even the blood didn't flow out. It took about three seconds for the blood to flow out.
"Do you know me now?" Guo Peng continued.
"You...you are the God of Swords!" Xiong Er burst into tears.
Although I have never met Guo Peng, I have been hanging out in the Tao and have heard legends from the seniors on the Tao. There was once a very powerful person on the Tao, known as the God of Swords. He could cut people into bones in the blink of an eye, and he would not feel any pain.
Not only can't you feel pain, but you won't be able to die for a while, and if you look at your own bones and internal organs, you'll be scared to death.
"I'm asking you for the last time, what did you do last night!" Guo Peng didn't want to talk nonsense to him. If he didn't talk to him again, he would be done with it.
One of his fingers had already been cut off, and Xiong Er had been frightened to death. If he didn't say anything, he would probably die in pain. Everyone was dying, so he quickly explained it honestly.
With a muffled "bang" sound, Guo Peng punched Xiong Er hard in the stomach, causing the jaundice water to spit out.
"Damn it, even the eldest young master came to frame you. If my eldest brother hadn't spared your life, I would have killed you today!"
Xiong Er was very confused when he heard this, and didn't understand what it meant. But he didn't have the consciousness to think at this moment. One of his fingers was cut off, his ribs were broken, his stomach hurt so much, and the internal organs inside
It needs to be checked if it's damaged.
However, Xiong Er understood one thing. Li Hao couldn't afford to offend him, and Brother Pao was right!
"Okay, send him to the hospital!" Hu Fei said with a smile on his face, and then said to a subordinate next to him: "Send this recorder to the Changjiang City Public Security Bureau!"
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Hong Kong Lantau International Airport.
At this time, the exit of the airport was already surrounded by reporters. All of them were holding guns and cannons in their hands, staring intently at the crowd coming out.
Suddenly, I saw a man in his fifties wearing a coat walking out. He had gray hair on his temples and piercing eyes. Behind him was a burly man wearing sunglasses carrying luggage.
As soon as the reporters saw him coming out, they hurriedly surrounded him. They kept pressing the shutter button with their guns and cannons in their hands, surrounding him.
"Mr. Gao, is it because of Fan Tianlong that you returned to Hong Kong this time?"
"Mr. Gao, may I ask if you plan to come back to the world when you come back this time?"
"Mr. Gao, tell us a few words!"
"...!"
This person is none other than the world's retired god of gambling, Gao Gao Tian. This time he returned to Hong Kong entirely because he learned that Fan Tianlong was dead.
Faced with the reporter's question, Gao Gao Tian smiled brightly: "Don't think too much, please give up!"
The bodyguard behind him, Duan Xiong, who was carrying the luggage, immediately squeezed to the front, stretched out his hand to block the reporters, and made a way out. Gao Tiantian quickly walked out of the airport and got into a taxi parked outside.
The reporters still refused to give up and quickly got into the parked car and chased him.
"Mr. Gao, they are coming!" Duan Xiong said.
"Master, please get out of the way of the car behind you!" Gao Gaotian said to the driver.
The driver glanced at the rearview mirror. Damn it, a group of cars were chasing his car. He looked back at the high school student behind him and said, "You...you are...!" He thought for a moment:
"You are the world's gambling god, a high school genius!"
"Hurry up and drive!" The high school student agreed.
"Okay! I will definitely get rid of them!" The driver looked excited and immediately changed gears and stepped on the accelerator.
With two "boom" sounds, the pointer on the Crown computer instantly moved up, reaching the displacement of 120 yd.
"It's safe!" The driver said proudly.
"You have good driving skills!" The high school student smiled brightly and chatted with the driver. "How long have you been driving a taxi?"
The driver smiled honestly, a little embarrassed. "Today is exactly one month!"
"Then what did you do before?" Gao Gaotian was not surprised. There are many people in Hong Kong who play cars. Good driving skills do not necessarily mean driving for many years.
"Gambler!" The driver's face was filled with endless sadness. He took out a cigarette and handed it to Gao Tiantian and continued: "Because of gambling, my wife and children were separated, and my family was lost!"
"Thank you, I don't smoke!" Gao Tiantian declined.
The driver handed it to Duan Xiong again. He also didn't smoke. He then put the cigarette in his mouth, picked up the lighter and lit it. "I have been wandering outside for 20 years. If I hadn't met my future son-in-law, I might still be wandering!"