"You... go... eat... shit..." Leng Shanrong gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few bloody syllables from between his teeth. Fang Zhongshou did not completely clear the blood circulation near the Yamen point for him.
, speaking is still unnatural, and the voice is not high, but it adds more resentment and anger!
"He's a man!" Fang Zhongshou stood up slowly, his emotionless eyes instantly turned cold!
"Don't die a good death!"
"You will not die well!"
"Tianmen bastards... let them be buried with Nongchao!"
"If you want to get information from me, you're dreaming!!"
Leng Shanrong gritted his teeth and let out a roar like a wild beast. He wanted to take the opportunity to shout for help, but... his voice was only slightly higher than normal. There was no hope for help, the opportunity was shattered, and Leng Shanrong's heart was at a loss.
He became completely ferocious, no longer worried about angering this devil, and used all his strength to utter the last curse in his life.
Bang!!
Bang bang!!
Bang bang bang!!
The fingertips of his ten fingers were swiping rapidly, sweeping over the three vital points of Leng Shanrong's body one after another. It was not a heavy blow, but using his amazing body control ability to suppress that part, slowing down the blood flow to the minimum, so that the whole body was completely numb.
The blood flow becomes gentle.
Leng Shanrong's eyes were staring, but his body could no longer move an inch, and he was paralyzed on the sofa like a dead body. But...at this moment, his feelings were extremely sensitive, and the pain level in his body increased again.
This ancient acupuncture method, which is more cruel than the torture of the Qing Dynasty, is enough to make anyone's spirit collapse. The pain that seems to flow through every cell in the body is enough to make people faint. No one is willing to feel it. But at this moment, Leng Shanrong is not only clearly aware of
Feeling it, feeling it five times or ten times more, this kind of pain that almost no one has understood throughout the ages.
The dual mental and physical pain constantly destroyed Leng Shanrong's perseverance. He truly realized what life was worse than death and what "torture" was. He even had the urge to betray Yan Huafeng, and in this
Under the stimulation of this torture, the urge became more and more urgent.
In just a short moment, the anger in his eyes turned to regret, and regret quickly turned to pleading. Tears flowed, and pleading turned to prayer!
In just a short moment, his heart gave up. He just hoped that Fang Zhongshou would give him another chance to answer questions. Even if answering the questions resulted in a happy death, he was willing to do so!
But... he regretted it, but the cold look in the room clearly conveyed his determination.
The three fatal points were visited one after another, and the injection to increase the sensitivity of the nervous system was injected into Leng Shan again. Three consecutive injections, the maximum dose, Fang Zhongshou wanted to make Leng Shanrong's pain worse! Deeper! Deeper!
The scalpel moved again, and the sharp tip carefully cut between the muscles and the skin. Fang Zhongshou used the anatomy technique to the extreme, separating the skin and muscles bit by bit, from the chest cavity, to the lower abdomen, to
Thighs, calves, feet, and then back to the neck, face, and head. It took a full hour for him to peel off a nearly complete piece of human skin from Leng Shanrong's body alive.
Leng Shanrong on the snow-white sofa was just a bloody body, lying there quietly like a dead sheep that had been skinned. But the pain that was more terrifying than hell frying could only be felt by Leng Shanrong himself.
Feeling in silence.
The tears constantly flowing from his eyes showed that this former tough man had completely collapsed!! There were only two words left in his mind, "Please!" "Kill me!"
"Please!"
"Kill me!"
As tears flowed, Leng Shanrong kept pleading in his mind.
"You should feel honored to be able to see your own intact skin." Fang Zhongshou pulled away the bloody human skin, his hoarse and low voice was extremely scary.
With a cold snort, Fang Zhongshou grabbed the skinless Leng Shanrong and threw him away hard, hitting the wall opposite the desk. The blood and water splashed leaving a scarlet mark.
Bang bang bang!! The scalpel kept flying, nailing Leng Shanrong to the wall, and then spread out the human skin and nailed it to the side of the body.
With the strong smell of blood and the dazzling scarlet blood, two shocking "murals" were immediately formed!
After looking at it quietly for a moment, as if he was satisfied with his work, the coldness in Fang Zhongshou's eyes relaxed slightly. However, looking left and right, he felt that it might not be perfect, so he walked back to the tool box, took out the bag of salt, and started
Sprinkled on Leng Shanrong's head, crotch, and inner thighs, the three places where the nervous system is most dense, the pain... increased again!
After looking at his work for the last time, Fang Zhongshou said nothing, put on his white gloves, packed up his medical kit skillfully, arranged his white coat, which was still as white as new, opened the door, and walked out.
Wandering in the empty corridor like a ghost, he entered the kitchen at the back of the first floor silently, and placed four small remote-controlled bombs inside the liquefied gas tank. He walked into the hall as if there was no one there, and walked lightly from those lying on the ground.
Weaving through the crowd sleeping on the floor, we went straight to the sixth floor!
As for the person in charge of the realm... he had already hit his acupuncture point and died!
From the time Fang Zhongshou entered the bar, to the time he entered Leng Shanrong's room, from the beginning of the dissection, to the completion of the dissection, and then to the planting of the bomb, the whole process took two hours, but in the huge bar, not a single person noticed him
The arrival of someone, or someone was about to discover him, but was killed by him in advance!
What is assassination? Fang Zhongshou interprets the peak assassination of international killers to the extreme.
Fang Zhongshou went up all the way. When passing by Leng Shanrong's room, he briefly looked at the four bodyguards who were nailed to the wall by him. Although the four of them were nailed to the wall alive, Fang Zhongshou had not asked for them before.
Their lives were saved, and their mouths were sealed with cloth strips.
The fingertips were traced across the throats of the four people in turn, choosing the one with the most vitality, and tearing the cloth apart!!
"Enemy attack!!!"
"There is an enemy!!"
"Help!!" The body was nailed to death, unable to move, but the restraints on his mouth were lost. So as soon as the cloth strips were torn open, the big man howled like a lonely wolf.
"Enemy attack?" The sleeping people in each room were suddenly awakened by the shrill cries. They picked up the steel knives beside them and rushed out of the room quickly.
They shook their heads vigorously, looking for the source of the sound, and then quickly separated. Some people rushed to the sixth floor, and some rushed to the first floor.
"Brother Rong??!!!" Without paying attention to the bodyguards nailed to the wall, several leaders forced the door open and rushed to Leng Shanrong's room. The thick smell of blood made their hearts tremble. When they saw the wall
When they saw the "artwork" on the wall, everyone gasped and their eyes were full of horror.
Forgetting to take action and rescue, more and more people rushed into the room, but without exception they stayed where they were, staring at the two bloody "things" with horrified eyes.
"Brother Rong!!!" the four bodyguards who stumbled in screamed.
"What the hell... happened?" The leaders slowly turned their round eyes and rushed in front of the four bodyguards. Not caring that their limbs were already destroyed, they tore viciously and roared: "What the hell happened?
?Who killed Brother Cheng?! Who! Who did it!"
"Doctor...doctor..." The four bodyguards, who were fearless and fearless, suddenly shuddered, their eyes filled with fear.
"doctor?"
When the chaotic crowd rushed up to the sixth floor, Fang Zhongshou had already returned to the rooftop unhurriedly, his erratic body jumping between several adjacent high-rise buildings, and safely evacuated the "Noble" bar.
Ten minutes later, Fang Zhongshou stood on the roof of another tall building five hundred meters away from the bar, quietly looking at the bar that was in chaos, and then...slowly pressed the detonation button in his hand.
Bang!!
Four bombs explode at the same time. The power is not too great, but it is enough to burst the liquefied gas tank and then detonate them all!
A thunderous explosion suddenly erupted. Terrifying air waves, fierce flames, and splashing debris filled the entire kitchen in an instant. In the blink of an eye, it swept through the hall like a wave. Luxurious tables and chairs, expensive decorations, a large amount of wine, and a tight atmosphere.
It jumped up with the explosion, and writhed and burst in the explosion.
The air waves and flames roared and rolled, breaking through the ceiling, impacting the walls, and all the way up along the corridors and any gaps, like thousands of fire wolves filling the entire bar in an instant!
Likewise... it completely swallowed up and submerged the eight hundred helpless tribesmen inside.
Terrorist explosions, loud noises, angry debris, and terrifying air waves are like music or dance music, performing the most tragic lament of life!
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