Mesk's eyes were fierce, but his expression was dull.
Seeing this, Feren couldn't help but curl up under his mask. He was 80% sure that Mesk had tried genetic drugs, and the current unconscious "killing" state is the sequelae left by his random use of drugs.
In fact, this is pretty good. At least Mesk has been awake most of the time. Moreover, according to the words he heard from his phone, he should be able to control his current "killing" state with other drugs, which means that he used genetic drugs to break through.
The efforts to lock the order gene did not completely fail. Feren could even conclude that once Mesk broke through to the middle stage of the first-order gene lock, his state of confusion would no longer exist.
But since Feren has already collided with Mesk, he will never break through the middle stage of the first level.
The scene was so quiet that it was strange that neither Feiren nor Mesk made a sound and just stared at each other.
The dangerous aura is spreading!
Feiren pointed to the sunset with his upside down with his thumb, which almost disappeared the last trace of afterglow, and then used his mouth to thrust the broken limbs on the scene, with a very obvious provocation.
Mesk made a strange grunt sound from his throat, straightened his body, and his feet suddenly kicked the ground. His whole body ejected from behind the Mercedes-Benz hood like a spring, and his soles stomped towards where Feren was.
Just a few seconds before Mesk landed, Feren suddenly disappeared from the spot, and turned into a phantom and hit the Mercedes-Benz opposite. He pedaled on the door with one foot, and the entire door was unwilling to reluctance.
Go in and form an extremely clear footprint.
"Crack!" "Bang!"
The sound of car window glass collapsed and the sound of earth and rock cracking on Mesk's feet stomping on the ground sounded at the same time. With this sound alone, Feren and Mesk's right judgment was made.
What's worse is that Mesk can jump with powerful legs, but he cannot violate the natural laws of the human body when he lands, and he has to bend his knees and bend his hips to cushion. This makes his speed even slower. It is difficult to beat Feiren
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Just as Mesk paused, Feren rushed back with the power of pedaling the door.
Four meters...
Three meters...
...
A dull sound of bones and muscles hitting each other, making people feel a little sore and a little painful. No one would doubt the power contained in it.
Mesk actually used his combat instinct to hold up Feren's fist. After all, Feren dodged and leveraged force, but the distance was a little far, which was not as good as Mesk raising his hand to block it nearby.
But if you hold it, you can't completely block Feiren's fist strength. No, to be precise, it should be that Mesk's bone strength is far less than Feiren's, so the sound of bone fragmentation and broken muscles is also very similar.
It's no surprise.
"hiss……"
The hairy Mesk rarely had a human-like sad voice. Unfortunately, he had not had time to relieve the pain on his arms, and even greater severe pain came to his heart.
"ah……"
The silent scene suddenly appeared. The thick hair on his face, neck, and back of his hands began to degenerate. His blue eyes suddenly contracted, and his big hand holding Feiren's wrist began to loosen...
After another painful hum, Mesk's throat could only make a slight sound like a gas pipe being cut and leaked. The entire massacre scene suddenly fell into a strange semi-quiet state, as if the exhalation of the throat would never be
It will be the same as finishing.
If someone looked behind Mesk, he would find that a hand had grown from his back. Not only did the towel stick to the minced meat and thick blood vessels, but he also held it in his palm.
With a blood-colored heart that was still trembling slightly, thick dark red liquid overflowed through the gap of the fingers and dripped down along the back of the hand to the bulge of the wrist bone...
Mesk's other hand, which was not discounted, was grabbing Feren's head hood, trying to pull it apart. Unfortunately, he couldn't do it.
Feilun's eyes flashed with a fierce look, and his hands holding the heart were gathered together. Suddenly, a few bright red meat paste squeezed out from the gaps. At the same time, his other hand was fingered into a knife.
, release internal energy and external energy, easily cut off Mesk's hand holding the hood at the same wrist.
At this time, Mesk had long since disappeared, but he still stood there. Feiren ignored him and went to the two cars to search for it, found the carrying metal box containing the [Blue Spirit Stone], and opened it
After confirming that the [Blue Spirit Stone] was correct, even the stone and the box were put into the hidden ring.
Looking back, Feren unloaded Mesk eight pieces and took out a body bag from the hidden ring. He even didn't let go of the heart meat paste that fell on the ground, and even the surrounding areas where the meat paste was.
Dig three inches of the ground, put it into bags, and then take it back into the hidden ring. Only then will the task be completed.
From then on, Mesk, the "right hand of the God of Death", completely evaporated from the earth, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground. However, I believe that the guys inside the "God of Death" organization should be very clear that even if Mesk loses more blood, he will not die.
"Buzz...buzz..."
The sound of the Land Rover engine's low speed came from a distance. Feiren made a quick decision and stopped stopping at the scene, galloping towards the Land Rover.
Qiao Lengdie saw that the intersection of the cross axis on the feedback device coincided with the light point, and was considering whether to stop the car, but she heard a dull "pan" sound from the roof of the car, and followed the phone in her pocket.
Shocked.
Two strange sounds happened at the same time, which scared Qiao Lengdie, who was already a little suspicious, and she quickly braked and took out her cell phone tremblingly. She glanced at her and saw that she was even more indifferent when she saw that there was no caller ID.
When he was hesitating whether to answer the phone, a knock sounded from the car window.
“Don’t miss it!”
"who?"
Qiao Lengdie looked out the car window while shouting, but found a black head lying on the window with only two eyes exposed, shirtless and making a gesture to listen to the phone.
Qiao Lengdie hesitated for a moment and answered the phone: "Hey?"
"What are you going to do? Open the window!" Feiren's voice came from his phone, obviously impatient.
"oh!"
While Qiao Lengdie opened the window, her heart completely relaxed. She suddenly realized that since Feilun left just now, there was no time to feel at ease like now.
While Feilun got into the car, Qiao Lengdie took the initiative to let Xian go and sat back on the passenger seat.
After Faren, wearing a tight vest, he sat down, without even pulling his head hood, and immediately started the car and turned around on the spot and drove away from the purgatory-like killing field.
As for how the French police will solve the riverside dismemberment case in the future, it is not a matter of concern to Faren.
After discovering the road when the car drove up, Qiao Lengdie finally breathed a sigh of relief. She was actually worried that something was chasing Feilun from behind her butt.
Turning his head, Qiao Lengdie saw that Feilun still looked like a masked bandit, so she pulled his sleeve and reminded him: "Why are you still covering your head? Are you hot?... vomiting!"
Feiren turned his head in her reminder. Qiao Lengdie took advantage of the light of the car light and saw Mesk's claws still holding his head hood. He was shocked and said nothing.
Suspensefully retching.
Fortunately, when Feilun was lying outside the window, because of the backlight and the arrival of night, Qiao Lengdie did not notice that a palm was stuck on his hood, otherwise he would have vomited, and it would not be the turn now.
Feilun suddenly realized this problem, and reached out and touched the cutter hand, and pulled it off with the broken hand and the head hood, kneaded it into a ball, and stuffed it into the fart bag (hidden ring).
"You, you..." Qiao Lengdie was so stuttering that she couldn't speak.
But Feiren pretended not to know what she was "you" and threw off the steering wheel with both hands, and turned around in front of her eyes. The donkey's lips were not right and said, "Don't worry, that broken hand is not mine."
Qiao Lengdie rolled her eyes when she heard this. She was not blind, so how could she not see Feilun have both hands? She knew that the horse-faced man was almost dead, so she stopped asking questions, luckily changed the topic: "Stone."
Have you got it?"
"certainly!"
Qiao Lengdie looked around and said in surprise: "Where is it? Why didn't I see you?"
Feren casually said: "I hid it nearby and didn't carry it with me." He paused and said, "After all, it's a billion pounds. Once the people behind Mesk report the case, the French police will come to the whole country.
If you have a big search, you will be in trouble.”
"That stone is a cargo taken from the black market. The French police have never seen the physical object. They say nothing, so they won't cause such a serious raid, right?" Qiao Lengdie was somewhat difficult to believe Feren's judgment.
Feiren smiled: "It is precisely because the things are not so pretentious that the French police will search for the situation. If they find something, they may not return it to the owner."
Qiao Lengdie was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what Feiren meant, and said, "Then shouldn't we leave France as soon as possible?"
"That's right!"
"By the way, where has Sister Zhixuan been?"
"She and Villiane have already flew to England, so we'll go to London to meet them."
"That's really great!"
At night, at 7:10 p.m. local time in Nantes, Feren and Joe Lengdie, who had almost no luggage, successfully passed the pass and boarded the direct flight to London.
In London, Ferron returned to the former "Ferron" ancestral home, a Marquis castle located on the lakeside in the suburbs. Of course, he went back alone and did not bring Qiao Lengdie or other girls with him.
In the next few days, Feilun paid for it, Qiao Lengdie led Vilian to shop wildly, but Zhixuan was not very interested in fashionable things, so he only bought a few small jewelry such as diamond earrings and no other requests.
It's right.
The reason why they are willing to shop is because Feilun asked them to buy gifts from colleagues, friends, such as Liang Muqing, Ling Shu, Dai Yan and others, and Li Zhekai.... The things are not good, as long as they are expensive, as long as they are European countries.
Just be native.
On July 9th, Feilun ordered people to pack all the gifts and air transport them back to the port in advance. The next day, he and Qiao Lengdie, Zhixuan and Weilian took the flight and flew back to HK.
Originally, Vilian, who was dedicated, didn't want to go back to Hong Kong with Faren because she still had a lot of business around the Mediterranean. However, Faren was worried that "Death" would find the future account, so he kept her by his side for the time being. After all, she wanted to find her these days.
It is very difficult to be a loyal and capable manager.
As for Will and others who had been licking blood from the knife for a long time, they were temporarily sent to Africa by Feilun. In that kind of wilderness, even if the "Death" organization has great power, it is not so easy to find a teammate... (I haven't finished
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