Chapter 709

This is not a real red snake, but blood.

Pompeii with empty eyes probably felt itchy after blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. He couldn't help coughing: "cough - poof!"

The sound of light cough just sounded, mingled with the blood of tiny pieces of meat, sprouting from his mouth like a spray and sprouting the face of the building.

"Ah!"

When Lou Xiang instinctively screamed, Pompeii finally collapsed and knelt on the ground.

His waist was not bent, but his head hung down first.

After his forehead rested on the white tennis shoes in Hunan, the whole talent slowly tilted to the ground.

There was a clear palm print on his vest.

The clear meaning is the five fingers printed on the palm, just like those drawn with a black signature pen.

Lou Yuxiang's screams in fear may have produced sound waves that can shatter some rotten things, so she can see that the clothes printed by the palm in Pompeii's heart rustle down like grass ash.

The shirt turned gray and the suit turned black.

Pompeii's strong body, of course, did not turn into ashes, but the clear palm print was deeply imprinted into his skin like a soldering iron.

Someone slapped Pompeii's vest, which not only broke his clothes, but also his internal organs. When he was spraying blood, he sprayed some broken internal organs.

Pompeii is dead, and the other three bodyguards will not live.

That's for sure.

Building Xiang screamed and looked into the corridor with dull eyes.

Only two bodyguards stood against the wall, with their mouths wide open, their eyes protruding out, and their crystal was still full of indescribable fear.

Where's the fourth bodyguard?

Of course, the current building Xiang would not think of or care about the life and death of that person. She just saw with her own eyes that the three bodyguards in charge of her safety were killed in broad daylight.

The man who killed them, the devil, didn't break in and kill Lou Xiang. He just knocked on the door politely and left.

How did the devil kill three skilled bodyguards in silence?

Lou Yuxiang has no time to consider these.

Now she has only one idea, that is to leave the Pearl as fast as possible, run back to Jiangsu Province and find a solid place to hide.

If possible, she won't come out all her life!

"Kill, kill!"

After swallowing and spitting hard, Lou Xiang screamed again, raised his feet and rushed to the elevator.

In jealousy and fear, she forgot that Pompeii's body was at her feet, tripped in the corridor and hit her forehead heavily on the ground.

Fortunately, the corridor on the VIP floor of yuanyao hotel was also covered with thick carpets to avoid her smooth and beautiful forehead from being broken and swollen.

In fact, even if it is broken and swollen, building Xiang won't care. He can't remember to care. He just got up immediately and ran forward with staggering steps.

She always thought that God gave her charming figure and appearance, gave her super first-class wisdom, and gave her the ruthlessness to treat other people's lives as grass mustard, which made her become the queen in this world.

It is with such a "good attitude" that Lou Xiang can ignore the devastating blow to Lin Wuer and others and enjoy the wonderful world that belongs to her.

It is this mentality that enables her to enjoy their idiot like happiness when greeting Guo Yizhi and others politely.

Of course, when you are quite bored, you will also think of "death".

As long as it is a living person, no one is afraid of death.

Lou Xiang is not afraid -- she feels that death is just a symbol for her to end her enjoyment, just like the light is off. It's normal. There's really no need to be frightened. It's wise to enjoy the fun of living while living.

Building Xiang, who always thought he was not afraid of death, now tasted the taste of death.

It turned out that nothing in the world could be more terrible than death.

It's better to be killed directly. I'm afraid that the people who protect her are dead and she's still alive.

With a bang, after building Xiang's forehead hit the elevator door heavily, the sharp pain reminded her again: you are not only afraid of death, but also more afraid of death than anyone!

Those who have nothing, those who are tortured by disease, and those whose love is betrayed -- before they die, they may not be afraid, because they have been disappointed, disgusted and no longer nostalgic to the world.

The people who are extremely nostalgic for the world and fear death most are those with the highest happiness index.

Building Xiang's happiness index is definitely in the forefront of all mankind in the world, so she really doesn't want to die, she is really afraid of death, and she really has the determination to survive even if she gives everything.

With firm determination, if her forehead is bumped and swollen on the elevator door, it will not only be directly ignored, but will sober her up. She remembers that the elevator door can't be opened with her head, but must be opened with a key.

He pressed the button.

The elevator door opened slowly. When she raised her feet to rush in, she suddenly raised her hand and covered her mouth -- the bodyguard who was not in the corridor collapsed in the elevator, her head hung low in front of her chest, and blood trickled out of her mouth.

On the elevator wall against which the body was leaning, there was a flower painted with blood.

The flower was not good-looking at all. At most, it was the painting level of a four or five-year-old child, but like a devil, he opened his big mouth full of fangs and rushed to the building Xiang standing at the door of the elevator, laughing silently.

"Somebody!"

Building Xiang exhausted all his strength and cried out this sentence in a sad voice. His knees collapsed to the ground.

Banging, banging footsteps sounded. The security guard of the hotel finally heard the abnormal movement here and ran as fast as possible.

"Come on, help me, help me -- call the police!"

After seeing the security guards appear, the nervous tension of the building finally relaxed, and his eyes turned over and fainted.

Call the police after being hurt or in danger, which is the most direct reaction of ordinary people.

Lou Yuxiang scoffed at this: as the protector of the masses, the police seemed no different from a group of clowns in her eyes.

Not to mention anything else, just Lin Wuer. If the alarm is useful, why is she forced to stand on the street by the building manager?

The police, just like the law, are just tools used to scare the common people in the eyes of big people like President Lou. It's a joke for people with superior status like them.

But when the building was defeated by unspeakable fear, she thought of calling the police.

In fact, even if she doesn't ask the security guard to call the police, after seeing several people dead, the hotel will call the police as soon as possible and block the scene.

A dozen police cars roared into the hall of yuanyao hotel at the fastest speed.

It's amazing that someone killed four people on such a high-level occasion as yuanyao hotel?

What's more, the dead stamped their feet in the Huaxia shopping mall, which could make the land tremble. After receiving the alarm call, if the Pearl police didn't come as quickly as possible, it was simply that they didn't want to do the job.

"Boss, there are 13 cars in total, 37 police officers, and a director is leading the team."

Qin Dachuan, lying in the window and looking out with a telescope, shook his sour neck and turned back to Fang Yuan.

"Well, more people will come later. Building Xiang is in danger. No matter which city's police dare not slack off. "

Sitting on the sofa, Fang Yuan said without raising his head and slowly turned his right hand.

Grinde also looked at his right hand and pulled from the corner of his mouth from time to time.

Although he saw it with his own eyes, he still can't believe that white phosphorus, which is called the "maggot of tarsal bone", doesn't have the slightest lethality to the boss's right hand.

(the ignition point of white phosphorus is very low, only about 40 degrees, but it is very stubborn. Even in water, it doesn't stop burning. It needs to be covered with sand. After burning, it will become solid. During the Vietnam War, the white phosphorus bombs used by Americans made their enemies suffer enough).

The palm print that Lou Xiang saw on Pompeii's vest was printed by Fang Yuan with his right hand burning white phosphorus. It has the style of those internal skill experts in martial arts novels.

Fang Yuan seemed to like playing the game of white phosphorus burning his hands. After rubbing his hands out, he poured a little out of a small steel jar, evenly painted it on his right hand, quickly shook it in the air for more than a dozen times, and a green cold fire burned.

Qin Dachuan didn't like playing this kind of game. Instead, he hated it and coughed: "cough, boss, I think you have a cold about those around building Xiang -- cough, your throat is itchy?"

"Ask whatever you want. Don't be so hesitant. It's like constipation."

Fang Yuan slowly waved his right hand burning the cold fire without looking at Qin Dachuan.

"Well, I'll say it. Don't be angry if I'm wrong."

Qin Dachuan sucked his nose and looked at Greene before he said, "Lou Xiang, damn it. No matter how you punish her, I agree with holding up my hands and feet. But I don't think the bodyguards around her deserve it. "

"Are you blaming me for killing innocent people?"

Fang Yuan finally raised his head and looked at Qin Dachuan without expression.

Qin Dachuan wanted to shake his head, but he nodded and replied with difficulty, "yes."

Green, sitting on the sofa beside Fang Yuan, froze to light a cigarette and looked at Qin Dachuan in surprise.

He really didn't expect that Qin Dachuan had the courage to accuse Fang Yuan.

"And you, Greene."

Fang Yuan turned back and looked at him.

Green really didn't want to answer this question, but he saw that the boss had the meaning of "eager inquiry" in his eyes. He could only swallow and spit hard and murmured, "I think what Qin Dachuan said is very reasonable. She is the only one who does evil. They are just tools driven by her. "

"Do you think so?"

Fang Yuan smiled and looked contemptuous.

Greene dared not say anything more. He just looked down at his toes and complained that Qin Dachuan had taken the wrong medicine. He was dissatisfied with the boss's indiscriminate killing of innocent people.

But to be honest, Greene's idea is the same as Qin Dachuan's -- now Fangyuan's behavior seems to be very similar to the flower demon.

Green stopped talking, Qin Dachuan stopped talking, Fang Yuan didn't ask again, and looked down at his right hand again.

The donkey sleeping on the sofa over there was keenly aware of what was happening. After opening his eyes and sweeping around, he jumped down and ran to the front of the square. He stretched his waist for a long time. His eyes showed an obvious meaning of inquiry: what did the two fools say wrong when brother donkey was sleeping?

Fang Yuan disdained to explain it. He still looked at the cold fire on his right hand and said, "ask you two a question."

After Fang Yuan spoke, there was some depressing atmosphere in the room, and then they disappeared. Green and the two replied in unison: "boss, you ask."

Fang Yuan asked, "why do Lou Yuxiang's bodyguards help her bully others?"

"Lou Yuxiang is their boss."

Qin Dachuan answered first, "just like Greene and I are your little brother."