"Take out the knife."

"No!"

"My master said that if a person who uses a knife dies, he should die with the knife in his hand to be glorious."

"We don't have such a strict rule in Britain. I am just the most despicable killer, not a brave knight."

"Do you want me to strangle you to death?"

"Go ahead if you want to. I won't be able to beat you without a knife anyway."

"Take out the knife!"

"No!"

...

Zhao Yulin's eyes became deeper and deeper, with only a little cold light in his eyes, but his whole body was exposed to an extremely strong chill. It was early summer, and the huge presidential suite was freezing cold.

Black Widow was only wrapped in a thin bathrobe. She didn't know if she was feeling it wrong at this time, she just knew that she was very cold.

When she looked into Zhao Yulin's eyes, she couldn't help but shudder and said, "I have the consciousness of being a killer, but I never thought that I could live to the day of my death. Early death is inevitable. Maybe the assassination failed and I was shot to death by random gunfire, or maybe the assassination succeeded and my whereabouts were exposed during the escape and I was shot to death by random gunfire."

"But I never thought that I would be killed by revenge. In this line of work, you can't become anyone's enemy if you don't break the rules."

Zhao Yulin stretched out his hand and pinched the demon-like beautiful woman in front of him. She had a thin and smooth neck and a delicate touch that was rare on Western women's skin.

This process was very easy and simple, because the Black Widow did not dodge or resist at all.

He applied a little force with his fingers, making it difficult for the other person to breathe, and asked, "Are you repenting before your death, or preparing an explanation?"

The Black Widow opened her beautiful European lips several times, but no sound came out. Finally, with great difficulty, she grabbed the little oxygen left in her body and said intermittently, "If you... kill me now, it will not be good for you."

"If you are not repenting, I will not give you time."

Several scenes flashed before Zhao Yulin's eyes. There was Xiaohai lying in the sand, blood flowing from his heart, staining his entire upper body and clothes red, and staining the gravel beneath him red...

When he and Luoyang arrived, the blood was no longer fresh, leaving only a shocking dry dark red color.

The 18-year-old boy was determined to become a mercenary king like his boss. From that moment on, his dream was blown away by the wind of the Gobi Desert. The child who used to talk so much and chattered so much, slept so quietly, and could no longer talk nonstop in the ear of his boss whom he regarded as an idol.

Zhao Yulin finally agreed to teach him the Dragon Elephant Kung Fu, but he could not be as excited as before, so excited that he jumped up, and so excited that he kissed everyone he saw.

There was also Cui Bowen closing his eyes little by little, his chest and abdomen dissolving into rotten water, and he was spitting blood while smiling and admonishing his boss not to go into the hail of bullets with a steely head, and to let him take more kickbacks from his employer every time, so that he would not have to eat instant noodles to welcome home.

These scenes have been circling in Zhao Yulin's mind for several years, vividly, and he could not forget them and dared not forget them.

He even deliberately did not go to the base that everyone had found together that year. Two of the ten rooms were empty, and it was so quiet that it seemed as if a large piece of the whole world had been torn off, and a large piece of his heart had also been cut off.

A large bloody piece.

Even if he didn't want to think about it, it would often surge between his eyebrows and heart. Once he thought about it, it would be the pain and loneliness that could not be dispelled for countless nights.

And last night, Chen Siyao slept in a state of life and death. No one knew how many times he had stabbed and stabbed him in the dream of the accident during the four hours he spent staring at the second hand.

Ten thousand kinds of unspeakable bitterness, at this moment, was the strength with which she pinched that soft and thin neck.

"Die."

...

If you really want to strangle your opponent, choking is the best choice.

What is choking?

It is to pinch the opponent's most fragile and fragile larynx with the thumb, index finger and middle finger, and then, gently twist it, and the larynx breaks with a crisp sound.

The opponent's trachea is also broken at the same time as the larynx. After that, the murderer only needs to hold a bag of melon seeds and watch the victim struggling desperately on the ground. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot breathe oxygen into his lungs until he suffocates to death.

This method undoubtedly saves time and effort, is easy and pleasant.

Moreover, the victim will die in great pain and look extremely hideous.

In contrast, strangling the opponent to death seems clumsy and is a very tiring job. Only those clumsy murderers with poor professional skills will use it.

The biggest disadvantage of strangling the opponent to death is that the opponent will die more comfortably.

Zhao Yulin didn't want the Black Widow to die in such a monotonous way, so when the woman rolled her eyes and saw that her life was about to end, he loosened his right hand. He

neither choked the Black Widow nor strangled her to death.

It was certainly not a sudden outburst of compassion, and it was even less likely that Zhao Yulin had changed his mind. He just felt that he was not cruel enough.

The Black Widow, who was originally lifted up and pressed against the wall, fell down.

Her back rubbed against the wall, and the amplitude of the movement was relatively large. The thin bathrobe was shaken off, and her white jade body was naked, lying calmly on the soft red and dark carpet.

She breathed in with a slightly greedy breath, and every breath of air seemed to be particularly sweet and fresh, and particularly precious.

With the excessive breathing, this charming body of flesh and blood also surged, and the picture was extremely erotic.

If it was placed on the cover of any adult magazine or in the lens of a video, it would earn

tons of nosebleeds.

Zhao Yulin followed the slightly narrow spine, his eyes all the way down to the snow-white and slender waist, and then, needless to say, saw two snow-white and plump round buttocks, but there was no desire in his eyes that a normal man should show, and it can be said that he was a little calmer than a prostitute.

"I thought you would at least create a safe environment for yourself." He said.

The Black Widow's brain, which had lost consciousness due to lack of oxygen, regained some clarity. The slender white hand that held hundreds of dead souls covered her neck. She said in a soft and hoarse voice, "I didn't expect you to be in Yanjing, and I didn't expect that I would be involved in your affairs by such a coincidence."

Her body, which made people's blood boil, was shaking rhythmically, but at the critical moment of life and death, she seemed to not care about the embarrassment of being open in front of a man, and she was not in a hurry to grab the towel to cover her body.

If it were normal times, Zhao Yulin would probably be very excited to have such a good opportunity.

"Have you rested well?" he asked.

"Almost, why did you suddenly change your mind and not kill me?" Black Widow slowly got up from the ground, her breasts proudly standing in front of Zhao Yulin's eyes.

Western women are generally fuller than Eastern women, especially when they are young, their hormones are quite strong.

Black Widow is the best among women in this aspect of figure. Not only is she not ambiguous in the right places, but she is also not a bit too long in the right places.

She noticed where Zhao Yulin's eyes were resting, and she had something in mind, so she threw the bathrobe she had put on before tying it and threw it back on the ground: "If you want to taste this body, I can cooperate, in order to survive." The bathrobe

slipped off, and the delicate body that was more beautiful than white jade appeared in front of him again. Zhao Yulin sneered: "You underestimated me."

"What?"

Black Widow asked. It's not that she didn't hear clearly, but the content of this sentence made it difficult for her to accept it. Fear once again filled the pretty face with three-dimensional features.

Before, she could still remain calm and negotiate with Zhao Yulin, but when she knew that the other party was determined to kill her, she could only focus on survival.

People who have come back from the gates of hell have two extreme attitudes towards death. One is to be indifferent to life and death, and the other is to have a stronger desire to survive than before.

Black Widow didn't want to die at the beginning, and now, she doesn't want to die even more.

Zhao Yulin took out his mobile phone. There were still fourteen minutes left before the agreed half hour. This time was enough for him to do many things.

"Give me a chance, I'll just say a few words." Black Widow stepped back in a daze, her sky-blue eyes revealing indescribable fear.

It's sad that there are sofas and walls behind her, and she has nowhere to retreat.

Zhao Yulin shook his head. Villains die because they talk too much. There are not many examples of cooked ducks flying away in this world, but there are still some. How could he leave room for the other party at such a critical moment?

"Just two sentences, you can do whatever you want with me after I finish speaking!" Black Widow made her final struggle.

Zhao Yulin remained silent, clenched his right fist, and the crackling sound from his knuckles was his words of rejection.

He didn't have the poison that could tear a person apart like Black Widow, but he had means with the same effect.

For example, the Seven Wounds Fist.

Zhao Yulin only knew three of the seven wounds, one to break the heart, two to break the lungs, and three to break the liver and intestines, which was enough.

"I won't talk to you any more." After saying this with a sneer, Zhao Yulin's body moved, extremely fast, with thunder and lightning, his right hand suddenly exerted force, and punched Black Widow's chest fiercely.

Of course, this action can be more accurately described as smashing.

Maybe those two lumps of soft meat can reduce her power a little, but it won't help. Her heart will be half broken by the internal force.

"Who!"

However, Zhao Yulin's powerful punch finally hit the wall. The wall shook, the concrete was slightly dented, and a hole with a diameter of about ten centimeters appeared on the wall.

"It was a close call. If you had come a little later, such a beautiful girl would have been killed by you."

A high-pitched laugh came from behind the Black Widow.

"The difference between you coming earlier and later is just one person dying or two people dying." Zhao Yulin narrowed his eyes slightly. He felt a breath, although it was obscure, it released a signal that was a hundred times more dangerous than the Black Widow.

In just a short moment, before he could even blink, the other party not only saved Black Widow from his fist, but also picked up the bathrobe on the ground and put it on Black Widow. There are no more than 20 people in the world who can do this.

"Hey, young people, don't be so angry. You have to ask the truth before you destroy a beautiful woman, right?"

The man walked out from behind Black Widow. He was a short old man with a hunched body.