Chapter 931

Dead people all over the place.

This is the first impression of the area pretending to be a police officer and coming to bat villa with the two confidants of the director.

Although the two policemen had seen blood and might have several lives in their hands, they were still scared to death after seeing so many dead people. Their legs and stomach began to soften. They held the police gun tightly in their hands and walked in trembling.

While walking, he shouted, "I'm a policeman, I'm a policeman!"

They are worried that meyekav's men who have occupied bat mountain will take guns as enemies.

Compared with them, Fang Yuan seemed more afraid, hiding behind them, his teeth trembling.

He doesn't want to be much stronger than these two brothers. That will arouse others' suspicion. If he asks a little question, he will help.

Although Fang Yuan doesn't care about these police officers and those confidants of meyekav, he doesn't get into trouble if he can't get into trouble. He doesn't like tossing.

Look around while walking.

If there are no corpses everywhere, this place is definitely a good place for leisure and vacation. It has beautiful scenery near the mountain and water. After hundreds of years of development by blood sucking bats, it has formed a comprehensive place integrating health preservation, work, leisure and entertainment and military training.

Judging from the terrain and the surrounding high defense grid, if the vampire bats do not have internal strife, even if the Russian army comes to occupy the manor (provided there is no air strike force), it will have to pay a considerable price.

On both sides of the manor gate, there are class heavy machine guns in the two blockhouses welded with thick steel plates.

This place is an iron wall, but now it has become the bottom of a sieve. It has to be said that the power of internal strife is indeed great.

The loud warning of the two police officers had an obvious effect. Someone shouted from the window on the fourth floor of the villa, indicating that the three people raised their hands and waited for the search before talking about anything else.

Without hesitation, the three of them threw their pistols on the ground, stood in a row and raised their hands. The light reflected their shadows obliquely on the grass, looking like three gorillas who just picked bananas to eat.

Four big men, wearing black hoods and holding M-series micro punch, rushed out of the villa quickly. One of them knelt on one knee and pointed submachine guns at them with flat hands. The other three went behind them and began to search professionally.

In fact, they also know that the three police officers were sent by the boss. Body searching is just a matter of walking according to the rules. They just need to find their certificates and pull them down with a gesture. No one will seriously compare them.

Now everyone is excited. Who will notice that among the three police officers, there will be an Asian face?

After the search, one of them raised his hand and made a "safe" gesture to the window on the fourth floor. After receiving the instructions, he nodded to the three people in the square, indicating that they could go in.

Compared with the battlefield outside, not many people died in the spacious Cathedral like villa, that is, more than a dozen, mostly handsome men in high-end black suits.

There are also several young women dressed as servants, who are in their prime in the year of 29. It seems that they are specially serving hughovich.

These people were killed with sharp blades. All of them were fatal with one blow. Their throats were cut off and their blood gushed to death. They looked quite terrible.

When Fang Yuan came all the way, he paid a little attention to the wounds of the dead and frowned slowly.

The dead whose larynx was cut off stared with wide eyes and wide mouth, and their faces were full of incredible fear. The wound on their neck only completely cut off the larynx and the main artery. They grasped the right angle and strength, and the depth and even length of the wound were almost the same.

Just like the products produced on the assembly line.

Master, the murderer is the real master. Unexpectedly, there is such a person in the blood sucking bat - Fang Yuan sipped the corner of his mouth hard, and when he came, he was easily swept away and replaced by caution.

Yesterday, when Fang Yuan noticed the existence of tieliao in the forest, he also had this feeling: there was an expert hiding there.

However, the master of tieliao is obviously inferior to the man who killed these people.

If tieliao was allowed to measure with a caliper, he might be able to leave almost exactly the same fatal wounds to them as the killers here.

But that is obviously impossible. Even if the victims do not resist, their body and muscles will change before they die: when people are stabbed by a needle, their muscles will instinctively shrink and change the progress and angle of the needle tip. This is a very normal phenomenon.

But the murderer, when cutting them with a sharp blade, let them have no time to react, so he covered his neck and fell to the ground.

How good are killers?

It's impossible for Fang Yuan to ask himself. He can't do it for another ten years.

I have to go.

After figuring out what was going on, he left immediately without stopping for a moment -- Fang Yuan looked at more than a dozen big men walking down the stairs, half narrowed his eyes and quickly scanned them.

From the current perspective of Fang Yuan, we can quickly judge that the murderer is not among these people.

It reassured him a little.

If the murderer is in this group, he must be able to detect the difference between him and the other two police officers.

The first person to go down the stairs reached out and took off the black hood on his head.

This is a hybrid different from the Russian race. He has black hair, yellow skin, high bridge of nose and deep sockets. He is about 1.75 meters tall. He has an inverted triangle shape, sharp eyes, smart and capable, and full of male charm. If he goes to make a film, he may soon become an idol superstar.

This man answered by Yibu, the number one confidant of meyekav.

A policeman knew him. When he saw him take off his head cover, he took a long sigh of relief, walked quickly and explained his intention with a smile.

Or the same sentence: if it is at ordinary times, with the prudence and eyes of Yibu's answer, he will certainly detect the differences between the square and the circle, even if he rubs some ash on his face and presses the brim of his hat very low.

However, at present, he is also immersed in the ecstasy, tension and some fear of the success of political reform. He only shook hands with the policeman he knew, and after a few words of greeting, he took them up the stairs.

The second floor is where hughovich's office is located. The third floor is for him to rest. The fourth floor is the fitness office. There is also a large platform outside. There is a tennis court on the roof, a helicopter apron, and a KA52 armed helicopter parked on it, ready to go.

Unfortunately, hughovich can't use it anymore.

What he needs most now is to have a doctor to sew up his split head, put on thick powder, draw a dignified makeup, and then put it in a coffin and bury it in the land of the country where he was born and raised.

No one can imagine what kind of shock an old man with his head split in half will give to his witnesses when he makes a posture of pressing his hands on the table to stand up.

Especially on the wall behind him, a flirtatious flower higher than people was painted with blood, which reflected around the sign of the blood sucking bat (a flying bat with a few drops of blood dripping from the corners of its mouth), just like the blood dripping from the bat's mouth turned into this flower. It was quite strange.

Also shocked.

It was as if hughovich, whose head was split in two, was a demon coming from hell. The bat and the flower on the wall behind him were all to set off his horror.

Not to mention the surrounding area, just the two police officers ordered to investigate the scene. When they saw hughovich's body, they began to soften their knees and wanted to kneel on the ground to worship.

"He is all hughovic. Our people are searching carefully on a large scale and have not found any resisters yet."

Yibu replied that he was very good at being a man. When he saw the policeman's fear, he immediately pretended to be affectionate and took his arm and whispered in his ear.

"Now, how many people are there on the mountain?"

The policeman raised his hand, wiped his forehead and asked in a cold sweat.

"There are probably more than 40 people. Others broke when cleaning the enemy."

Ibrahim did not conceal the number of casualties on his side and answered truthfully.

"OK, that's good."

The policeman swallowed and spitted hard, pointed to the knife on hughovich's desk and asked in a low voice, "he, he was killed by this knife?"

In the view of the police officer, this is a long knife with a slightly strange appearance. It is about one meter shorter than the Oriental Samurai knife, but the blade is wider. The radian of the blade is a bit straighter than the samurai knife. It doesn't seem to conform to the principle of mechanics. It takes a little effort to kill something.

An excellent Oriental samurai sword. When it is taken out of its scabbard, whether it is held in the hand or placed somewhere, the blade will emit terrible forest cold, just like a devil with a big mouth that will swallow people at any time.

If this knife is placed in front of a samurai knife, it looks like the difference between a peddler and a pawn and a noble child. It looks earthy, but even when it is still, there seems to be a vague cold awn flowing slowly on the blade.

When people finally see it, they will have the illusion that this knife is alive!

No matter how gorgeous and noble those samurai swords are, they are just dead things.

But it seems that in the blink of an eye, this knife will turn into a swimming dragon, singing softly and breaking through the air.

It is precisely because of the existence of this knife that the strange fear aura created by hughovich, who has his head split in half, the gorgeous flower painted by blood on the wall behind him, and the blood sucking bat dripping from the corner of his mouth, has weakened a lot.

It seems that this knife is a morning star in the fog. No matter how big the fog is, it can't hide its existence. It can bring the lost people hope to go home.

"Good knife!"

The policeman who didn't know much about the knife, his eyes lit up and couldn't help shouting.

Of course it's a good knife!

Fang Yuan slowly clenched his fists.

Anyone, including yibuda, only felt the king's spirit quietly emitted by the knife, or the power of light, and was convinced by it, but no one knew the knife, Kunlun.

Kunlun Mo Dao.

Yesterday morning, Fang Yuan had a big fight with tieliao with this strange Dao. When he was about to kill him, Kunlun suddenly appeared and stopped him.

At that time, no matter whether Fang Yuan was exhausted or not, as long as Kunlun stretched his neck to stop him from killing tieliao with death, he could only leave angrily.

To show his anger at Kunlun, Fang Yuan didn't take the knife with him when he left.

Just like a few years ago, after the potato died because of Kunlun's drunkenness and accident, he ignored her kneeling and begged, left her a stranger knife, and turned around and left without looking back.

Fang Yuan decided to leave Kunlun twice, leaving her two strange knives.

He thought that in this way he could completely forget Kunlun.