k thorn bird

[Germany, evening]

The night does not cover the earth, and a bright moon hangs in the center of the sky, and the stars surround the moon and emit mottled light.

"The moonlight is so beautiful." Tostegan shook his red wine glass and said to the man on the bed with a pure white bandage on his chest.

"Why don't you find your men, I'm just a pawn in your hand." Yu Shaoshen Zi sneered, he didn't think this cold-blooded man would sincerely say the words "the moonlight is so beautiful".

"He's gone, with the butcher's knife."

Yu Shaoshen Zi naturally understood who Tuo Sidigang said he was.

Seeing that Yu Shaoshen Zi no longer spoke, but closed his eyes and rested his mind, Tuo Sidigang felt bored and left.

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A Bugatti Veyron roared past the road, some late-night beer-loving Germans pointed at the car, cursing and admiring it.

The final destination of that luxury car is a place where one can win millions of dollars and lose only a pair of underpants in one day-Mandersbefa Casino.

The man in black respectfully opened the door and let the people in the car get out.The man wore a black cloak trimmed with gold, only a strand of silver hair was visible, and he carried a Japanese sword in a scabbard in his hand.

He walked slowly. Although he was somewhat repelled by this order, he also felt that those who were killed deserved it.

As soon as he entered the door, there was a lot of abuse and noise everywhere. He frowned slightly but still asked in a good-tempered manner where Badru Weitzman was?

The person being asked hiccupped, his face flushed, "He should be in that door." He should have won a lot of money.

"Oh, I see." Izanashe nodded, thanked the man, and walked over.

Knocking on the door, Badru Weitzman said, "Please come in." He pushed the door open, and there was not even a bodyguard outside the door.

"Are you Badru Weitzman?" His voice was very soft, and there seemed to be no majesty.

"Yes, you are?" Badru Weitzman heard the voice familiar, but couldn't remember it for a while.

Izanashe ignored this question and asked, "Have you done human experiments?" His tone was affirmative, as if explaining a fact.

Badru Weitzman's pupils shrank suddenly, and he pretended to be calm, "Sir, what are you talking about? I don't know." He had already seen the knife carried by the intruder.Damn it, if they weren't asked to transport the precious experimental body today, otherwise how could the internal power be empty, damn it!Who sent the news? !

Izona shook his head, he only knew that his father would not lie to him.He walked over step by step, the sword was out of its sheath, and the cold light refracted. Fear spread from the bottom of Badru Weitzman's heart. He wanted to escape, but his feet seemed to be stuck with glue, unable to move.

When the knife was up and down, the old man who was still hiding his nakedness was pierced through the heart, and the white wall behind him was stained blood red.Izona closed her eyes and said softly, "You shouldn't do such cruel things to innocent people."

Badru Weitzman said frantically, "I don't regret it! Even though it's not fully completed, it's the secret of the world! Hahaha..."

The butcher knife was pulled out, and a large amount of blood was spurted out. Izanashe took a few steps back to prevent being splashed. The blood on the butcher knife ran across the blade, and finally dripped on the marble.

And that body fell limply to the ground, and the warm blood became icy cold.

"My lord, [the key] successfully killed Badru Weitzman. Unexpectedly, he didn't struggle at all before being killed, but... he was more like a madman." The man hiding on the top of a nearby tall building asked Tuo Stegan replied.

Tuo Sidigan chuckled, "He was already on the verge of a lunatic, who made him so ignorant, and tried to force the copied key to open [treasure]. Afterwards, remember to clean up his batch of goods. By the way, wait When the butcher's knife is full, give what was given to you to Dr. Weitzman and let him drink it."

"Yes." Under the moonlight, the blond man, Ned Clayton said.

He picked up the thing in the exquisite vial, and under the refraction of the moonlight, it turned out a faint golden color.He held the bottle tightly and continued to observe with the long-barreled binoculars. The casino was already covered in a sea of ​​blood. He roughly counted and found that there were nearly 500 dead.

Ned Clayton smiled lightly, and praised, "It's really a big deal. Tsk tsk, nearly five hundred high-ranking officials, celebrities, rich people or people with nowhere to go, all died under this feast. It's really tragic. I don't know. Will there be news in the newspapers tomorrow of 'the murderous killer killed nearly 500 people in the casino'? After all, there is no fun after Hitler, and this kind of thing is quite interesting."

He put away the binoculars, jumped from the high platform, and landed on the ground lightly like a swallow, without any damage!It's just that he was a few seconds faster, so he didn't realize that someone had already opened the door outside the casino.

The slightly disheveled man opened the door with a cold face, he seemed dissatisfied with his clothes.He was wearing a windbreaker, and his legs were intentionally or unintentionally brought together inward. From the gaps in the coat, he seemed to be wearing a grass skirt, oh no, straw pants. (The windbreaker belongs to the rescuers, not the original one)

He gasped, fighting back the urge to throw up.Blood flowed like a river in the casino, and the blood splashed on the dollars that drove countless people crazy, as well as the priceless white jade and gold. The expressions of the corpses on the ground ranged from excitement to anger. Killing their people is a one-shot kill, and fast!

The man stepped forward and saw a man in a cloak kill the last living, his sword was red with blood, and the blood dripped down the blade.

An unknown fire ignited in the man's heart, and he randomly broke a corner of the table. He kicked back hard with his feet, and rushed up with the wooden stick.

The man turned back and took his first move lightly.

The man quickly performed the second move, the third move... After sixteen times in a row, there was a slight pause, and another round started, that was sixteen sword kills!If someone else sees it, they will be surprised that his eyes can't see any movement at all, and can only barely see the phantom!

But the recipient seemed to be very relaxed, and with a slight movement of his wrist, he took over all the moves.

The wooden stick gradually shortened, and the sharpness of the butcher's knife was not something ordinary wood could bear.The strong wind from the wooden stick continued unabated, and the wind scattered the man's hair, making him look even more distressed.The man's cloak finally couldn't cover his face, and the hat fell on his shoulders.

The man was stunned, that face was familiar to him, even if the short hair turned into long hair, he still knew that this was Xiao Bai, their king... It's just why his eyes were full of indifference... "Xiao Bai..."

"Puchi——" the sword pierced Gou Lang's chest fiercely without hesitation, and the wound that had just been scarred was pierced again, and the blood was hidden under the black windbreaker.

Izanashe was a little surprised by his hand, it could be fatal with one move, why did he drift unconsciously?There was confusion in the amber eyes.

"Little Bai, you...don't remember the Baiyin clan...?" Gou Lang's eyes were a little dark.

The two stopped talking, and each other's breathing could be heard clearly, until the sound of the door opening sounded again.Gou Lang jumped out of the window without saying a word.

When Needleton approached, he looked around and looked at the window for a while before looking away.The smell of blood was strong, but there was also an unusual smell.

He was surprised that Izana's consciousness was not devoured by the butcher's knife. It was said to be a holy object, so why did he act like a weak chicken in front of him?

wrong!His consciousness was indeed swallowed for a period of time, otherwise he would not have been so decisive, but the last person who broke in awakened him.

It's a pity that there is no monitoring, otherwise it would be clear who that person is. To be honest, he is curious about who it is...but he almost knows who it is.

After a while, he slowly took out the bottle, handed it to him, and asked him to drink it.He didn't doubt it, and drank it in one gulp.

Izanasha took off his cloak and coat, and only wore a pure white shirt on his thin body.He casually threw the clothes he took off to a Ned Clayton.

Ned Clayton was taken aback, then pointed to his clothes, "I can't fit..."

Izona glanced at him, "You were not allowed to wear it, it smelled of blood, throw it away."

Ned Clayton's voice raised an octave, more like a girl, "Hey, this is Barbour's custom-made clothes, are you serious about ruining the clothes like this?!"

When he saw his serious eyes, he was at a loss for words, waved his hands helplessly, and said, "I know, I know, young master, let's customize a head office for you, and I'll order someone to burn it when I go back. "Ned Clayton felt a bit pained. He was not an aristocrat in the first place. He didn't have real power and money until he ascended to the position of elder.

They didn't clean up the backcourt either, so after leaving a pile of corpses like this, the two left in a luxury car in a hurry.

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