Liu Zimo knew that although the American police were always late in arriving, it was not advisable to delay here any longer. With a flash of his body and a wrong step, he arrived beside the two of them.
"Satan, you are Satan, you are the devil...!"
The big black man had just witnessed the murder of his companion, and was already frightened to death. At this time, he only regretted that his belief in Jesus Christ was not so pure, and he did not accept the cross given to him by the priest last time.
"You're right, I am Satan, the devil who specializes in killing people..."
Liu Zimo's eyes were cold, and he turned his body slightly to the side. His right arm suddenly wrapped around the big man's neck, and he grabbed the other man's chin with his left hand and twisted it violently to the side.
With a "click" sound, the big black man's head dropped softly. Liu Zimo let go of his right arm, and the huge body suddenly fell to the ground.
"No...don't kill me, don't kill me..."
Seeing Liu Zimo's cruel killing method, Barnum was about to collapse. No longer caring about the pain in his thigh, he pulled out the knife and waved it in his hand.
"I won't kill you, just commit suicide!"
Ever since he was a child, he had heard his grandpa talk about the bloody turmoil in the world. Liu Zimo was no less murderous than Qin Feng. He suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed Barnum's wrist, pulled him sharply and slashed his neck.
"No... I want..." Barnum's voice stopped abruptly as the knife slashed across his neck, blood gushing out from his neck, but it happened to cut off the carotid artery.
"Damn it, even if I come to pick up girls, I will encounter such bad things."
After solving Barnum, Liu Zimo breathed a sigh of relief. After carefully checking the scene, he took out his cell phone and made a call while walking out.
"Uncle Bai, something happened to me in Las Vegas and I killed a few people..."
Liu Zimo knew that he might be able to hide this matter from the police, but he might not be able to hide it from the local gangs. He had to report the matter to the Hongmen headquarters. Even if something happened, the Hongmen would come forward to sort it out for him.
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"Your kid has become more murderous after coming back from China, hasn't he?"
The man opposite obviously didn't care about the death of several people, and said: "I will bring some people there early tomorrow morning, you don't have to worry..."
"Hey, thank you Uncle Bai, I feel relieved with your words."
After hearing what that person said, Liu Zimo really felt relieved, because Liu Zimo knew that the person on the other end of the phone was the real boss of Hongmen.
Not to mention just killing a few gangsters, more than a hundred people were killed or injured that year. The gang war that shocked New York was planned and led by him behind the scenes. Isn't he living a good life now?
"Zimo, are you okay?"
When Liu Zimo hurried back to the hotel, what he didn't expect was that as soon as he entered the room, he would be hugged by Hua Xiaotong.
"It's okay. What can happen to me?"
A sense of happiness instantly surged into his heart. Liu Zimo actually felt that the bottleneck of his kung fu had been loosened, and he couldn't help but thank those dead ghosts in his heart.
"It's fine. Are you taking advantage of my aunt?"
Hua Xiaotong came back to her senses and found that she was holding Liu Zimo, and couldn't help but stepped on his feet hard, causing Liu Zimo to fall from heaven to hell.
"Okay, you two, stop making trouble."
Looking at the happy enemies, Meng Yao shook his head helplessly and said, "Liu Zimo, you...you killed someone, are you really going to be fine?"
Meng Yao grew up in the kind of environment in China and had never been exposed to the dark side. In her opinion, murder was a very serious crime, so she had always been worried about Liu Zimo.
"It's okay. This is in the United States..."
Liu Zimo said nonchalantly: "In places where you can't see, this kind of thing happens every day. The American police, huh, are just doing the job of collecting corpses."
Liu Zimo snorted coldly, and then said: "Of course, it would be different if the person who died was a rich person. They would dig up three generations of our ancestors..."
As a key training subject of Hongmen, Liu Zimo has a good understanding of the social structure of the United States. To put it bluntly, American laws are tailor-made for the rich, and the only people they protect are the rich.
Just like a few years ago, a case occurred in the United States where a billionaire football star murdered his wife.
After the rugby star paid tens of millions of dollars in legal fees, a powerful team of lawyers overturned an ironclad case and acquitted the star in court, which proved the Chinese saying "if you have money,
The famous saying "can make the devil grind the mill".
People like those who died today, not to mention their poverty, probably still have criminal records on them. For this kind of case, the police will usually classify it as a gang fight, and they will leave it behind after a routine investigation.
"Is this what American society is like?" Two girls, who were good children at home, learned about a completely different world from Liu Zimo's words.
Today they both deeply realized that in this world, besides white, black also exists at the same time, and the definition between black and white seems to have become blurred.
Liu Zimo thought the two girls were still scared, so he comforted them: "Girls, it's okay. If you have a good sleep, I'm sure you will forget what happened today."
"Hey, Mr. Liu, we are both medical majors, who is scared?"
Hua Xiaotong's fierce temper was ignited again. She was indeed a little scared at the beginning, but later she felt all excitement. If Liu Zimo hadn't driven her away, she would have wanted to stay at the scene for a while longer.
"Okay, you two aunts, are you awesome?"
Liu Zimo rolled his eyes when he heard this, and suddenly remembered the figure he saw from behind not long ago. He couldn't help but turn his face to Meng Yao, and asked: "Meng Yao, who is the person who saved you? Did you see his face clearly?"
What happened today, what was most difficult for Liu Zimo to understand, was the wound on the body of Anthony who died outside. Judging from the appearance, it was definitely stabbed by a sharp blade.
But Liu Zimo couldn't think of what could cause such great damage? The shape of the wound was definitely not something that could be caused by a knife.
After hearing Liu Zimo's words, Meng Yao thought about it seriously and said, "I can't see clearly. That person should have an Asian face, a bit like the person we saw in the bar before..."
"The person you met at the bar? Which one?" Liu Zimo was stunned for a moment and said, "Meng Yao, tell me what happened in detail."
"The door was closed after you and Xiaotong entered, and a black man came out from the warehouse and wanted to pull me..."
Meng Yao recalled while saying: "When the black man pulled me, the man suddenly jumped out, holding a roll of newspaper in his hand, and poked the black man on the chest, and then the black man fell down..."
"You poked a black man with a roll of newspaper and he fell down?"
Hearing this, Liu Zimo interrupted Meng Yao, shook his head and said, "Meng Yao, are you delusional? Do you think you can stab someone to death with a newspaper?"
Regardless of whether Meng Yao said that the other party stabbed the black man to death with a stick, a knife, or even a mop, Liu Zimo might be able to believe it, but he would not believe it if he stabbed the black man to death with a newspaper or beat him to death.
"It looks like a newspaper to me, but I'm not sure..."
Meng Yao was really frightened when the black man pulled her arm. In addition, the man turned around and left after taking action, so she was not sure whether she was dazzled or not.
"You must have read it wrong..." Liu Zimo waved his hand and said: "I believe you can use a newspaper to cut someone's throat, but I have never heard of using a newspaper as a knife."
Theoretically speaking, when the speed is extremely fast, newspapers can indeed scratch people's skin. Liu Zimo has seen this with his own eyes, and there are people in Hongmen who can do it.
However, no matter how fast the speed is, it is impossible for the newspaper to penetrate into someone else's body. It is against common sense of physics. Unless he sees it with his own eyes, Liu Zimo will not believe it.
"Meng Yao, are the bodyguards hired by your family following you?"
Liu Zimo, who couldn't figure it out after thinking for a while, suddenly remembered a reason. He was secretly protecting but didn't show his face. Could it be that he was from Blackwater Company?
"I don't know if they followed."
Meng Yao shook her head. In fact, when the man left, Meng Yao vaguely felt that the man's back was a bit familiar, but thinking that the man was unlikely to appear in this place, she did not say anything.
"This is really strange. Is it possible that there are still people who imitate Lei Feng and do good deeds or draw swords to help when they see injustice?" Liu Zimo scratched his head, puzzled.
"Forget it, you guys should get some rest early. The police can't find anything to do with us today." He couldn't figure it out either. Liu Zimo just didn't want to think about it anymore. Anyway, that person was an enemy, not a friend, so it didn't matter if he was hiding in the dark.
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The hotel Liu Zimo booked is one of the nine best hotels on the Las Vegas Strip. In addition, the three of them are students. No matter how imaginative the American police are, they will not be able to target them.
A few of them are allowed.
"Grandma, I'll let you play the role of saving the beauty. I'm not even the hero behind the scenes..."
Watching Hua Xiaotong and Meng Yao enter the hotel, Qin Feng did not leave. He waited until Liu Zimo came back before turning and walking towards the MGM Hotel. Today, the matter finally came to an end.
The person who took action at that time was naturally Qin Feng, and he was also responsible for the seemingly impossible act of stabbing someone with a newspaper.
In Qin Feng's hands, the cone-shaped newspaper infused with true energy produced an instantaneous effect that was definitely not as sharp as a sharp blade.
Of course, there are probably no more than three people in today's world who can use this killer move.
