Chapter 503 It’s your turn to feel the torture, which is ten times more painful than in the video
On the road leaving the unfinished building on the Gold Coast.
The Ford Raptor pickup truck belonging to the Venomous Bee Squad was slowly driving towards the road leaving New York.
Compared to the solemnity and tension when we came here.
The state of mind when he left this time was obviously extremely happy, and even full of excitement and excitement.
Inside the pickup truck.
Venom Bee was in a very good mood, turning on the loud car DJ, swaying his shoulders to the music, and was obviously in a very proud and excited state.
Butterfly, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had already started choosing an island to go on vacation tomorrow and decided to start a new retirement life.
As for Curly, he was frightened to death just now and almost died.
They are constantly searching on their mobile phones for reliable investment projects in the near future and how to reduce the transfer fees.
The three people's current actions and expressions are different, but it is obvious... they are all expressing their inner excitement and relieving their previous tension and worry.
After completely leaving Queens.
Poison Bee turned off the DJ in the car, glanced at Butterfly beside him and Curly in the back seat, and said with a sigh of emotion on his face.
"Butterfly, Curly."
"We, the Venom Bee Squad...are probably considered the lucky few among professional killers who can retire with all our limbs intact, right?"
"To be honest, I still feel that making $100 million is too magical. I don't know if it was too easy to make it."
Hearing what the poisonous bee said.
Butterfly curled her lips in disdain and exposed it bluntly.
"Poison bee."
"You should thank me and Curly."
"If we hadn't insisted, you would have left long ago with the so-called risk of taking the five million dollars that was barely enough to fill your stomach."
"To express our gratitude to us, we'll use your share of the bonus to pay for this team vacation. Is that okay?"
The words fell.
Curly, who was sitting in the back row, immediately stretched his neck forward and hurriedly joined in the conversation.
"No problem. I agree on behalf of Boss Venom Bee."
"I just checked. If we spend 50 million US dollars to buy fixed-term government bonds, the interest alone will be almost the same as the US dollars we usually earn from bounties in a year."
"But speaking of which...I think that detective is really scary."
"After this incident, I thought about it carefully and found that every situation and every event seemed to be within his plan and expectations."
"The Morgan Consortium has invited such a person. I think the king will most likely lose this time."
Regarding Curly’s words.
The butterfly also became curious and looked at the poisonous bee beside it and asked.
"Come to think of it, I'm a little curious now... What will that person do with the dancers and other professional killers who were caught this time?"
"To be honest, these professional killers are very hard-mouthed, not to mention... the king may have something on them. It's probably not that easy to get clues out of them, right?"
Poison Bee, who was driving, was stunned for two seconds, recalling the brutal and bloodthirsty look in Su Ming's eyes when he dealt with the first two professional killers. He couldn't help but shuddered, shrinking his neck and speaking in a deep voice.
"It's simple."
"If he came to dig it himself, he would probably have enough means to find the clues he wanted."
"I don't know if he's a detective, but I can be sure of one thing... He's definitely a more insane and brutal criminal than us, a born criminal with absolutely no mercy in his eyes."
"Let's go now."
"No matter what happens in the future, it has nothing to do with us who are retired."
......
Just as the Venom Bee Squad was evacuating New York City at the fastest speed.
Su Ming drove the heavy off-road vehicle with three unconscious killers in the back seat and arrived at the starting point of the previous massacre - the Evil Ghost Bar.
Ever since the matter with the Evil Ghost Gang was resolved and Secretary White was asked to help deal with it.
The Evil Ghost Bar was temporarily closed down and no one was allowed to enter, not even former members of the Evil Ghost Gang.
but.
Just after the Venom Bee Squad left.
Su Ming specifically called Secretary White and asked him to go and deal with the various traces in the unfinished building on the Gold Coast, and indicated that he needed to go to the basement of the Evil Ghost Bar.
As for why we had to go to the basement of the Devil Bar specifically.
The reason is actually very simple.
Among all the places Su Ming has been to so far, only the atmosphere and environment of this basement are suitable for asking a stubborn professional killer for the clues he needs.
Arrived at the door of the Devil Bar.
There are already several security guards from the Morgan Consortium waiting.
Su Ming asked them to carry down the dancer, python and skunk and send them to the room where they had dealt with the leader of the Ghost Gang, Ross.
......
Five minutes later.
“Hua—Linlin—”
One of the security guards lifted a bucket of ice water and poured it all over the three unconscious people.
The freezing cold water instantly woke up the three unconscious dancers.
The first thing they did when they woke up was to struggle at the same time, but it was totally useless.
The three men were tied back to back with a thick wooden stick between them. Their bodies were tied up, even their hands and feet were bound, leaving no room for struggle.
A cloth strip was stuffed in his mouth, so he couldn't even curse. He could only make whimpering sounds, but it was obvious that there was some unspeakable fear in his emotions.
because.
After the three were awakened by the pouring water, the dimly lit room and the faint smell of blood that they could still smell were constantly irritating their nerves.
The most important thing is...
“Knock, knock, knock—”
The metallic clicking sounds of knife sharpening were reaching the three people's ears very clearly, and every time the sound of sharpening was heard, it seemed as if the butcher knife was closer.
After three full minutes, the sound of sharpening the knife finally stopped in the darkness.
now.
Su Ming was wearing a blood-stained butcher's plastic apron, half-knee rubber rain boots, and a deliberately disguised dried bloodstain on his cheek.
He walked slowly in front of the three people, holding a meat cleaver that was sharp enough to reflect light, and spoke with a gentle smile but like a devil.
"It is a method that is dozens of times more painful and desperate than what one would suffer from a landmine."
"Do you want to...experience it?"
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