The horrific appearance of dead teammates destroys the spirit of the remaining living people all the time.
Finally, someone's psychological defense could no longer hold up, and he jumped out and shouted loudly, as if he was afraid that Li Leping wouldn't hear.
"Oops."
The boss glared at the speaker fiercely.
Because he took away his chance to survive.
However, due to the presence of Li Leping, the boss did not dare to beat the shouting man to death with a stick at this time.
But just when the boss looked at Li Leping eagerly, hoping to discuss it again, or begging him to let him go.
"boom!"
The sound of a gunshot made the boss shudder all over.
He lowered his head suddenly and looked at his body.
It was intact and had not been penetrated.
The boss breathed a sigh of relief, but then his face became heavy because he saw another of his men being shot to death by Li Leping.
The man seemed to be frightened and did not make a sound. He did not remember anything about the "rush to answer".
This is in line with Li Leping's plan to leave only one person behind.
At this moment, there was a lingering smell of blood floating in the warehouse, and the floor was stained with bright red blood stains and unknown parts of human tissue.
Originally used to guard Zhang Xiaoxiao's interrogation, in the blink of an eye it became a place for executioners to kill.
"alright."
Li Leping seemed to have achieved something. After reducing the three people on the field to two, he did not continue to take the life of the boss.
He looked at the man who spoke and asked, "What's your name?"
"Zhao...Zhao Yunlong." The man replied tremblingly. He stuttered when he spoke. He was obviously frightened.
"Do you know why you are not dead yet?" Li Leping asked.
"Because...because I...I am willing to answer your questions."
While answering, the man named Zhao Yunlong's crotch and trouser legs were wet.
"Tick tock, tick tock."
Some unknown liquid slid from his thighs to his ankles, and finally dripped onto the ground.
It seemed that this man was so frightened that his pants were wet.
Li Leping glanced at this and ignored it.
It's not that he has never seen people who bully others, and he has seen them quite a lot.
Beating Zhang Xiaoxiao, who was trapped in gold foil, gave this group of people a layer of mysterious confidence. They really thought that they had the power to fight back against the ghost master, and could even kill the ghost master.
However, when the real terror befalls them, they will find that they are so weak and incompetent.
There are levels of ability among ghost masters.
However, in front of ordinary people, the ghost controller's powerful ghost ability is inexplicable.
How could a half-human, half-ghost existence be able to compete with this mercenary team that ran out of nowhere?
"Very good, Zhao Yunlong, do you know why your boss is not dead yet?"
Li Leping looked at him and the boss with eyes full of banter.
"No, I don't know." Although Zhao Yunlong was very scared, his mind was not frightened and he hurriedly said truthfully.
"Because he is your leader, he must know the most information among you."
"If you conceal anything or deceive when you answer my question, guess what, will your boss care about brotherhood and would rather be beaten to death than expose your lies? Or will he immediately
Expose your lies and choose to tell me the truth in exchange for a chance to survive?"
"You understand what I mean?"
Li Leping directly told Zhao Yunlong his thoughts, just in case the man couldn't wrap his head around it and didn't know what his purpose was.
That's what conspiracy is like. You clearly know my plan, but what can you change?
Whoever has the bigger fist is qualified to make the final decision.
"I understand, I understand!"
Zhao Yunlong's voice suddenly increased in decibel, as if to express his firmness and indicate that he would never lie.
Between life and death, any sense of loyalty is nonsense.
The most important thing is that you can survive.
When these words reached the boss's ears, his expression suddenly became extremely gloomy.
Everyone wants to live, and nature is no exception.
However, he didn't expect that his horse would be ahead of him.
Moreover, he was actually treated as a guillotine that could be used, hanging over his younger brother's head, just to prevent his younger brother from deceiving the young man in front of him.
After his subordinates explain everything clearly, no matter what the fate of his subordinates, at least one thing is certain, that is, the cunning rabbit will die and the lackey will be cooked, and the knife hanging over other people's heads will lose its value.
The boss understood this truth, but it did not affect Li Leping's next inquiry: "Let me tell you first, who asked you to stay here? Also, how did you catch Zhang Xiaoxiao, a ghost controller?
Live with him?"
Zhao Yunlong immediately replied: "The people who asked us to guard here are from Annan Nightclub. We did not capture Zhang Xiaoxiao. It was the ghost controllers sent by the nightclub who captured him and locked him up here."
"It's just that the nightclub didn't let us kill him. We don't know the specific reason."
"We don't know why the nightclub asked us to guard Zhang Xiaoxiao, and the nightclub didn't allow us to ask any more questions. Although we had doubts in our hearts, the nightclub offered us a price we couldn't refuse, so we accepted it.
I placed this deal."
Zhao Yunlong's answer was quite honest. In order to prevent Li Leping from being dissatisfied, he also specially added various information that Li Leping had not asked yet.
Annan nightclub.
Hearing this word, Li Leping's eyes couldn't help but narrowed slightly.
He didn't care about the mercenary teams made up of ordinary people in front of him. He was just curious about the Annan Nightclub dormant in Dachuan City.
Why does a Vietnamese organization of ghost masters go to other countries to capture ghosts?
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! And looking at this situation, the scale is not small.
Is it just a simple plot to gain the value of a fierce ghost?
Li Leping thinks all this is not that simple.
Otherwise, the nightclub would not have had to come to Dachuan City to make a comeback after being beaten up by Gu Li and Jiang Hao in Daxi City.
I have suffered a big loss in China. Unless there is some compelling reason to catch ghosts, why should I continue to catch ghosts in Dachuan City so secretly?
Li Leping continued to ask: "Tell me, who are the members of the so-called Annan Nightclub? How many ghost masters are there? They can't all be ghost masters, right?"
"The main members of the nightclub are divided into ordinary people and ghost masters. The specific number of ghost masters is not something that people like us can know, but there will definitely not be too many, because they die faster than they are replenished. Anyway, we have seen
There are only three in person.”
"As for those ordinary people, they are all rich people in Dachuan City. After all, supernatural events are happening frequently now. The more resources and territory they control, the easier it is to encounter supernatural events. In this case, these rich people have to find a way to solve it, right?" Zhao Yunlong
explained.
While listening, Li Leping walked up to Zhang Xiaoxiao, who had been beaten with blood all over his face, and while he was still unconscious, he pulled out all the nails that were used to fix him.
Anyway, it is pressed against the body, and it can still be pulled off by digging hard with your hands.
"Three? Then what are their ghost abilities?"
This quantity did not exceed Li Leping's estimate.
"This... we don't know this. We just guessed that they were ghost masters based on their appearance." Zhao Yunlong stuttered.
Many ghost masters are tortured by evil spirits within their bodies, so just looking at their appearance and demeanor is enough to determine whether a person is a ghost master.
"Ah~!"
At this time, the heart-wrenching pain woke up Zhang Xiaoxiao, who was in a coma, and he couldn't help but let out a scream.
"Oh? Are you awake?"
Seeing Zhang Xiaoxiao suddenly woke up, Li Leping pulled out another nail.
Zhang Xiaoxiao was in pain. The severe pain caused his forehead to be covered with beads of sweat, and his eyelashes were wet with sweat. The tears in his eyes made everything he could see blurry, and he didn't know who was removing the nails on his body.
Although he knew that the act of removing the nails was to untie him and release him.
But every time Li Leping dug out a nail with his hands, due to insufficient stress points, he could only hold the two sides of the nail, rotate it a few times, and take advantage of the opportunity for the nail to fall out slightly, and pull it out in one go.
come out.
This process was very uncomfortable for Zhang Xiaoxiao.
"ah……"
Just when Zhang Xiaoxiao couldn't bear it any longer and was about to let out a heart-rending cry, Li Leping quickly stuffed a stick into his open mouth.
It was a golden stick that was conveniently taken from a certain corpse. After throwing it out, it was used as a stick for Zhang Xiaoxiao to bite into to vent his pain. It was quite useful.
This is actually a helpless move.
No way, the louder you shout, the more likely I will be disturbed.
But if I am disturbed, my actions may make mistakes.
I made a mistake, and it was you who suffered in the end.
In this case, I can only temporarily wrong you.
Without much effort, Li Leping had already pulled out the nails from Zhang Xiaoxiao's body.
After untying the gold foil that bound him, he patted the little face of Zhang who had fainted, only to find that he still didn't move at all.
He probably wasn't dead, just fainted from pain.
"Fainted again?"
"Forget it, let him lie here first."
Li Leping looked at Zhao Yunlong, then looked at the boss, as if asking for confirmation: "He didn't lie, did he?"
"I told you, can you let me go?" The boss's eyes were solemn and his whole body was wet with cold sweat.
"You have no room for bargaining. Whether you can survive depends on whether I am in a good mood. If I am in a good mood, I may let you go. After all, it is not me you are beating with a stick." Li Leping said.
"Yes, what Zhao Yunlong said is true." The boss immediately said seriously.
If there is a chance to survive, he will naturally seize it.
"Well, okay, I understand." Li Leping said.
"Then I..."
"boom!"
The boss' posture was very low, and his expression was full of pleading, but before he could speak, he saw a golden pistol pressed against his head.
In that moment of panic, he didn't even have a chance to react, and was directly shot through the head by a golden bullet.
The bullet carried flesh and blood and escaped into the wall behind him.
The boss fell to his knees, his eyes still filled with disbelief from the last moment before his death.
He did not expect that Li Leping would be so ungrateful to martial ethics.
She didn't even give him a chance to beg, and just started taking action.
Looking at the corpse kneeling in front of him, Li Leping's expression was still so indifferent.
In his opinion, the identity of "boss" is no different from that of a street rat, and he can be beaten to death.
Killing him as the boss of a group of ordinary people is no different from killing the leader of a street gangster.
"Well……"
Suddenly.
Seeing his head being shot, Zhao Yunlong's legs softened and he shrank back crazily.
His pupils became enlarged, and he covered his mouth with both hands to prevent himself from making any sound.
At this moment, Zhao Yunlong realized how weak ordinary people like him were in front of real ghost masters.
He looked at Li Leping who had put away his pistol not far away, his eyes filled with extreme fear.
That's not a human being, that's a real devil who regards human life as nothing.
The nine-member mercenary team was killed by Li Leping like a chicken until only he was left.
Li Leping glanced at Zhao Yunlong, who was huddled in the corner and shivering, spread his hands, and said helplessly: "I am a very honest person. If there is only one person left, there will be only one person left."
"In the same way, if I say I will let that person go, I will let that person go."
For some reason, an inexplicable smile appeared on his face.
He pointed in the direction of the exit: "Let's go before I regret it."
When Zhao Yunlong heard this, his pupils suddenly returned to their normal state.
He ran and crawled towards the warehouse exit not far away.
But at this moment.
"He let you go, but did I let you go?"
A low question made Zhao Yunlong's body stiffen suddenly.
He immediately turned his head and his eyes suddenly shrank.
Behind him, a shirtless man covered in blood appeared there at some point.
The man's hair was disheveled, countless bones had been broken in his body, and his face had been beaten into a disfigured shape, with either dried and black blood or purple bruises.
His expression was ferocious and terrifying, and he held a golden pistol and a golden swing stick in his hands.
"Ah~!"
Zhao Yunlong screamed, and his will to survive made him roll and crawl to his feet, trying to escape from the warehouse exit, which was probably less than ten meters away from him.
"boom!"
However, at such a close distance, Zhao Yunlong was immediately shot in the thigh by a bullet.
"No~! No~!"
He dragged a thigh with a hole in it, begging for mercy, wailing, saliva spurted from his mouth, and made a desperate sound.
But soon, his voice became smaller and smaller.
The helpless pleas were quickly replaced by sounds that sounded like pork being pounded.
Tit-for-tat, these mercenaries relied on Zhang Xiaoxiao as a ghost master who was difficult to kill, so they treated him as a sandbag to vent their dissatisfaction and beat him here for who knows how many days.
Now that Zhang Xiaoxiao is out of trouble, the first thing he does after waking up is naturally to take revenge.
Looking at Zhao Yunlong, whose head was dented, the despair of the last moment before his death still remained on his face, with wide eyes and dilated pupils. I wonder if he ever regretted his actions before his death?
And Li Leping did not stop Zhang Xiaoxiao from venting his anger.
He leaned against the wall and watched quietly as Zhang Xiaoxiao knocked a swinging stick until it was bent. Then he found another swinging stick from the corpse and continued to beat the body violently.
Among them, Scarface's beaten body was the one he beat the most.
"damn thing!"
"You like to hit me, don't you? Really?!"
"I'm so stupid!"
He yelled and cursed again and again, waving the stick in his hand again and again, until Zhang Xiaoxiao's eyes turned red, and his roaring voice seemed to be venting his anger, overcoming the inhuman torture he had suffered in the past few days.