"What do you think? Do you want to tell me, or do you want me to brand it on you?"
Waving the red soldering iron in his hand, the man with gold-rimmed glasses sneered.
"Brother, why are you talking so much nonsense to them? Why don't you just give them a few blows? Aren't you going to do everything?" On the side, a young man in his twenties encouraged him, with a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.
"It seems like this isn't your first time playing. It's a lot of fun?"
"Of course it's fun, why don't I give it a try for you, it's sizzling, it feels good..."
He raised his eyebrows. This boy seemed to be a little sick. He put the pistol in his arms, walked forward, picked up a soldering iron and was about to step forward.
"Go back! I'm here, do you have the right to speak to me?"
Just as the other party was feeling proud, the man with glasses gave a sharp shout, causing the latter to tremble and the soldering iron in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, almost hitting his own foot.
The man looked into his eyes with a hint of fear. He didn't dare to say anything. He turned back without saying a word and stood there honestly.
"I'm telling you, don't fucking treat me like your boss because I don't care about you! You know who brought you out in the first place, and you also know how I treated the traitors. What happened today will happen again.
,Don’t blame me for not missing old feelings!”
With a cold snort, the man with gold-rimmed glasses put the soldering iron on the grill again, glared at the people around him, and then walked towards Ye Huang again.
"As you can see, my people are a little impatient. If you don't tell the truth, I'm afraid your skin and tender flesh will..."
"Tear..."
As soon as the man with gold-rimmed glasses spoke, the latter reached out and tore Huang Huang's collar to pieces. Suddenly, the latter froze there.
Because he saw an unbelievable scene on Ye Huang's chest. He saw that Ye Huang's entire chest extended to the clavicle. Various wounds were layered on top of each other and intertwined with each other. Just one look at it made people feel sad.
Waves of fear.
"You-who are you!"
Subconsciously taking a few steps back, the man with gold-rimmed glasses drew his pistol again and pointed it at Ye Huang.
He is neither stupid nor pure. On the contrary, he has been around for a long time. Because of Wang Dafa's relationship with the Secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission, he entered the officialdom and became the full-time secretary of the Secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission. On the surface, he is a secretary, but in fact he helps the latter deal with some shady matters.
matter.
The Ye Huang in front of him looked nothing out of the ordinary, but seeing the various wounds on his chest made him feel a chill running down his spine.
There are only two types of people who will have scars on their bodies, those who are members of the underworld and are stabbed randomly, and those who are special forces soldiers who have killed others.
Looking at the sharp eyes and calm attitude of the other party, it is easy to guess what the other party might have done before.
"I've told you that I'm from the National Security Bureau, but you don't believe it. How could I tell you that I'm not? You probably don't believe it even more."
As he spoke, Ye Huang spread his hands and stood up from his seat.
"When did you--the handcuffs were opened?"
"Just now? But to be honest, this thing is really not challenging. You should use something with stronger strength. Maybe I need to spend some effort." He rubbed his hands and said, "Are you doing it from real practice, or should I just play with it a little bit?"
The methods you have used before, such as this soldering iron."
As he spoke, Ye Huang walked forward, "Zha Zi, stop pretending, I knew you had taken off the handcuffs as soon as you came in. Get up and go check the wind for me to see when the fat man will come over."
Take it off for me!"
"Hey, okay, I'm going out then. I don't want to see anyone screaming anyway."
On another chair, Wucha also stood up, and the handcuffs and shackles tied to his body fell to the ground like a pile of scrap metal. The latter walked out of the factory with a smile.
"Don't move. If I were you, I wouldn't move. Otherwise, I might end up missing an arm or a leg."
Wucha walked out, and the younger brother of a man with a gold-rimmed skirt behind him was about to step forward and shoot from behind. Ye Huang shouted.
"I'll kill your mother!"
After cursing, the little brother fired directly. The next second, Ye Huang, who was standing there, disappeared. When Ye Huang appeared again, he already had an extra gun in his hand, and the little brother who was scolding him a second ago
The hand holding the gun has been completely broken off, hanging there without support.
Looking at the pain on this little brother's face, he was so painful that he wanted to cry out, but when he opened his mouth, even a single tone came out. Suddenly he could only roll on the ground, and his whole body was so painful that he almost twitched.
"Since you're a bitch, that's fine."
In front of everyone's eyes, Ye Huang took less than a second to dismantle the entire pistol into a handful of parts.
"I said that your words would kill all of you. You didn't believe it. What do you think now?"
“I didn’t expect people from the National Security Bureau to have the leisure and refinement to care about the nonsense of a small place like ours!”
Looking at Ye Huang, the man with gold-rimmed glasses felt his mood hit rock bottom. He didn't take the notebook seriously at first, but he didn't expect it to be true.
According to common sense, people from the National Security Bureau were in charge of big things. He thought it was unlikely that real National Security Bureau personnel would appear in a small place like Tianshui, but he guessed wrong.
"What a trivial matter? Killing so many people, being arrogant and domineering in Tianshui, becoming a local emperor, and ignoring the king's laws, this is what you call a trivial matter."
"In my opinion, this is indeed not a big deal. China is so big, this kind of thing is definitely not an exception. Do you want to take care of them all?"
"Of course I can't close them all, but unfortunately, I have to tell you that you happened to touch my face."
"Oh? What do you mean, you're not here specifically to handle this matter?"
"You can say that! However, don't think that because of these words, I won't ask about this matter."
"I know! So, I think it's better for me to deal with you first than for you to interfere. Shoot!"
With a roar, the man with gold-rimmed glasses suddenly pulled out his pistol and was about to shoot at Ye Huang.
"Hmph! I knew you would pull this trick a long time ago, but it's a pity that you were right with the wrong person!"
With a cold snort, Ye Huang, who was standing on the spot, disappeared. The next second, as Ye Huang's voice came out, screams were heard all around, and bullets were whizzing everywhere.
After a few seconds, everything returned to calm again. The seven or eight gold-rimmed men who had originally surrounded Ye Huang all brought people with them and fell to the ground, with a line of blood on each person's neck.
"You-you are not human! Humans cannot be so fast!"
There was only one person alive in the scene, and that was the man with gold-rimmed glasses. At this moment, his legs were trembling and he was trying to remain calm.
"Whatever you think, tell me what you think, and I'll give you a good time."
"Haha, there's no need. Instead of letting you know everything, why don't I keep some information so that my family may have a good outcome!"
With a hint of determination, the latter directly committed suicide with a gun.
