Jiang Wan dug her nails deep into her palms and feigned surprise, "What the hell? Officer Zhou? Holy shit!"
Yan Liu's pupils shrank slightly, but he pretended to be completely impervious, and his expression instantly turned into shock.
"Boss! What are you talking about? Boss, I'm not a policeman. You gave me this name. You were the one who brought me out of the Black Ship. I've been with you for over two years. How could I be a policeman? I'm loyal to the organization. No matter who betrays you, I won't betray you!"
The King of Hell rubbed his aching temples and felt restless.
"If I say you are, then you are."
Just this one sentence sentenced Yan Liu to death.
The King of Hell waved his hand, and two men in black came in and took the seven people kneeling on the ground out, leaving only Yan Liu kneeling at his feet.
The seven people's faces were filled with joy at having escaped death. Who would want to die? Everyone wanted to live.
But someone has to die so they can survive.
No one looked at the distraught Yan Liu, and no one cared that he had just betrayed his teammates in order to save his own life.
The least valuable thing in the park is human life. Many people die every day, as long as it’s not me.
The basement was silent. Yan Liu's face was pale, his mouth was wide open, and he couldn't say a word.
Suddenly, gunshots were heard outside the house.
No more, no less, exactly seven tones.
An invisible smell of blood came, that was the smell of life gone.
Alive? Impossible. The moment they arrived here, they boarded a direct train to hell.
They came here to make money, but lost their lives in vain.
Jiang Wan felt her hair stand on end, and she guessed why the King of Hell would do this in front of her.
The King of Hell began to doubt himself and everyone related to him.
From the moment Yan Wang was knocked unconscious, the situation was out of his control.
He didn't know what happened during the time he was unconscious, so he didn't want to keep these people.
Kill Yan Liu first, then himself and Qi'an.
"Are you ready, betrayer?"
With a crisp click, he removed Yan Liu's arm.
The sudden severe pain made Yan Liu scream.
"Boss, I'm really not a traitor. I'm loyal to you and would never do anything to betray you."
With a cruel smile on his face, the King of Hell gently twisted off one of Yan Liu's fingers, then kept rubbing the broken bone, which pierced through the flesh.
"Want to die quickly? Then tell me, who else is undercover?"
Yan Liu was shaking with pain, but he endured the excruciating pain, gritted his teeth and refused to say a word.
He was exposed, and he knew it.
Although he didn't know how the King of Hell found out, it didn't matter.
No matter how much he explained or begged for mercy, it was useless because the King of Hell just wanted to kill him.
He no longer needs to play the role of a cowardly subordinate.
"You won't tell me? Let me guess, is this the woman?"
The King of Hell broke two of his fingers. People often say that the fingers are connected to the heart, and this is the most heart-wrenching pain.
Jiang Wan gritted her teeth, a sweet and fishy taste coming from her mouth. Is this the fate of a drug enforcement police officer?
Life is like walking on thin ice. One wrong step will lead you into the abyss with no possibility of survival.
Look, how many people are living a happy life in this prosperous age, and how many people are working in dirty and smelly ditches to support the world.
I can't bear to watch it, but I have to watch it.
Even tears cannot be shed.
One of Yan Liu's arms hung limply, and the King of Hell, like a devil crawling out of hell, held a small knife and cut off piece after piece of flesh.
He spoke in small words, as if he was chatting with someone about daily life.
"Why not tell me? Do you enjoy the pain? This great police officer, do you have a family? Do you have parents? How about I send your flesh back to them?"
Yan Liu still refused to say a word, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and his face pale. The pain made him lose consciousness several times, and he was brought back to life by a basin of cold water.
Family?
Today seems to be a very special day.
The extreme pain made him a little numb, and his thoughts drifted to his distant hometown.
The small town full of ginkgo trees.
Twenty-seven years ago today, a baby boy was born.
The gentle woman held him and rocked him, and she called herself Xiaobao.
She said she was the treasure of her life.
He hasn't seen his mother for four or five years. He doesn't know how she is doing and whether she misses him.
He must have been thinking about it.
"Why? You don't like it? Then why don't I bring your relatives over and let them enjoy your happiness too?"
The King of Hell's words were like a hook that chased Yan Liu's soul and pulled him out of his memories.
And his arm was only left with white bones.
He still didn't say anything, gritting his teeth and remaining silent.
Chinese people are spineless!
The King of Hell's eyes became much gloomier.
He has killed several police undercovers, all of whom were tough as nails.
He refused to even utter a word of begging for mercy.
How could he still look like the cowardly and weak Yan Liu?
Okay, okay, I have been deceived for several years.
The King of Hell became angrier and angrier as he thought about it, and he kicked him in the heart.
Yan Liu was kicked out and hit the cold wall heavily. He felt a fishy and sweet taste in his head, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth and nostrils.
The King of Hell lost his patience and called a few of his men to hit him on the head with sticks!
"Be careful with your strikes. If you kill him with one blow, you'll have to pay with your own lives and slowly serve him."
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