Chapter 481

"Man eating ants like wet places. After they capture their prey, they first bite through the skin and get in, starting from the internal organs.

If the prey is still alive, you can clearly feel that your heart, liver and spleen are bit by bit bitten by ants, which is even more powerful than your Chinese lingchi Kakamo said.

Han Fei clearly saw that when kakamo spoke, the muscles on his face also trembled slightly, which showed that he was afraid of the man eating ants.

The reason why there is a trace of fanaticism in his eyes is purely to frighten his soldiers, whether they are loyal or have their own small ideas.

At this moment, the soldier had stopped all struggle, and the tiny bulges under his skin kept surging. Finally, a big man eating ant broke out of his skin, and the soldier was like a paper lantern, which was punctured instantly.

In particular, Bai Sensen's skull and dark eye socket seemed to be watching everyone present, and he didn't know whether it was death or life. Maybe death was his best relief.

The rest of the soldiers can't escape the bad luck. The rustling sound is like death's scythe. The soldiers are scared and roaring. They can't move their bound hands and feet. They can only watch a group of people devour themselves in an instant.

After only five minutes, dozens of soldiers only have a relatively complete skeleton. Even the most skilled butcher may not be able to separate the bone and meat so clean.

The soldiers beside him, including the commander, could not help vomiting. Kakamo was also pale. At least, compared with the soldiers under his command, his psychological endurance was quite good.

It's just that when kakamo turns around and sees Han Fei smoking a cigarette, his face changes slightly. Seeing such a bloody scene, he can still be like a nobody, which already shows too much.

Think of Han Fei in two snipers aimed at the body can also retreat, and successfully killed a sniper, such a terrible skill and inhuman courage combined, even kakamo also instantly shudder.

"Han, I'm very glad to be your confidant and brotherhood. If I become your enemy, I'm afraid I'll never have a good sleep again." Kakamo looked at Han Fei and said.

Han Fei shook his ashes and said with a smile, "don't mess with me. I'm not as terrible as you said. After reading it, we'll go back. I'm not interested in cleaning up."

Kakamo also gave a dumb smile, and then waved to his soldiers to escort them to the villa.

Although the two snipers have been killed, who can tell if they have any latent accomplices who have not appeared? It's better to be cautious in the special period.

The road was unusually quiet, and the soldiers were obviously not relieved from their previous fear.

As for kakamo, although his face turned pale, Han Fei still noticed something faint. It's just that he knows something well. There's no need to break it in front of so many of his subordinates.

Although this kind of torture is very inhumane, even cruel and inhuman, Han Fei can understand kakamo very well.

This is a land of evil. Only by adapting to the rules here can we survive. Even if there is a trace of pathetic kindness, kakamo can not live in this land until now.

As for the soldiers under his command, in his eyes, they were just human animals. Whether they lived or died depended on his mind.

But it must be said that only when these soldiers are afraid from the bottom of their hearts and let fear dominate their souls all the time, can they become loyal watchdog.

Once afraid to retreat, today's watchdog will soon become a hungry wolf. Lao Ka, who is surrounded by wolves, will only die worse than the soldiers who feed man eating ants today.

As for those girls who have been free from hardship since childhood and live carefree in the garden of Eden, no one can live a night if they go to the barracks.

From this point of view, Lao Ka's cruelty itself shows the light of benevolence. It sounds absurd, but the aura of the devil and God are intertwined with each other.

At least in the eyes of those girls, Lao Ka is like a father, like God, or the master who controls their life and death. Fortunately, this master has tender compassion and compassion for them.

As for the soldiers, they are all men with their heads pinned on their waistbands. They are not sure that one day a human bomb will kill them. The whole world never knows that they have been here.

Why should they care about the humble people like ants and dust?

"Han, you know me better than don!" Just sitting on the sofa, kakamo suddenly said to Han Fei.

"I didn't say anything. How do you know I understand you?" Han Fei said with a smile.

"Han, although you didn't say anything or do anything, there are some things I can feel. Kakamo has never read people wrong.

I don't know what you've experienced before and what kind of life you've lived, but today's events can give me a glimpse. Please allow me to express my respect to you! "

Kakamo clapped her hands, and then a young girl came in with a dark red tray covered with a piece of mink flannel. The contents were unreal.

However, looking at kakamo's solemn appearance, the things inside are obviously very important. Even if they don't conform to the mainstream values and are not worth a few dollars, they must have extraordinary special significance. Maybe they are totems.

"Han, you are the only one who makes me feel awed in my life. Only you can be worthy of the name of Tuka. This is my respect for you. Take it!" Kakamo took the tray and handed it to Han Fei.

At the moment, Han Fei has no choice but to subconsciously take over the tray. Subconsciously, he presses the things under the mink velvet with his hand, and a slight and irretrievable breaking sound rings. Han Fei clearly feels that a vulnerable part inside has been pressed and damaged by his carelessness.

Han Fei instantly reflected that this might be the totem sculptures handed down from ancient times in the tribe. At that time, he might have been living a life of drinking blood in a grass skirt. What kind of craftsmanship could he have, let alone preservative measures.

Even though kakamo kept it with his heart and offered it to his ancestors, it has been weathered seriously for a long time. Just now, when he accidentally pressed it, it was destroyed, broken, and the spiritual support of hundreds of years was gone

Han Fei quietly wrapped up the mink hair and stuffed it into his pocket with the contents. The enthusiasm on kakamo's face was slightly stiff. He asked in amazement: "Han, don't you take it out first? This is a sacred thing handed down by our people through the ages. "

"No, I'll talk about it later. I'm hungry. It's almost time to prepare dinner." Han Fei then got up and went to the direction of the restaurant.

Kakamo saw that Han Fei didn't mean to discuss, and he secretly regretted that he had just been too reckless and rashly sent out the things that had been worshipped for decades.

Seeing that Han Fei has gone far away, there is no reason to return what he sent out. Kakamo can only sigh, hoping that Han will not disgrace the name of Tuka.

Kakamo's villa is very big. It takes more than three minutes just to walk from the living room to the dining room. The vast building complex and the old Tang's villa in the suburbs are competing. I don't know who they are and who they are influenced by.

The dinner was very sumptuous. Considering that Han Fei came from China, kakamot arranged a Chinese dinner. Although it was not as good as the chef of Tang, it was much higher than the standard of ordinary Chinese restaurants.

A table of dinner ended in a relatively harmonious atmosphere. After all, kakamo was old and lack of energy. In addition, a series of things happened today exhausted him. After dinner, he went back to his room to have a rest without any extra activities.

Han Fei, accompanied by another young girl, went to his bedroom. The area is not large, which is more than 100 square meters. The high-end sofa, carpet, red wine cabinet and huge LCD screen almost occupy the whole wall.

The bedroom can be divided into several functional rooms simply. Maybe Lao Ka likes this style, which can be seen from his exaggerated bathroom.

"By the way, Lisa, why haven't you seen her all the time?" Han Fei asked subconsciously.

The girl obviously didn't understand Chinese, and looked at Han Fei blankly. She didn't know what to say.

Han Fei is also confused about her native language. After talking with each other for a long time, Han Fei reaches out his hand and slaps her on her buttock. Then he walks inside with a smile.

When the younger sister excitedly followed, the door closed coldly. The younger sister also had a messy face. Then she stamped her foot angrily and ran away with her hot ass covered.

Because of the injury on his arm, Han Fei didn't take a shower. Instead, he dived directly into the huge round bed. The amazing softness and resilience instantly lifted Han's missile ten centimeters. It would be very exciting to do some exercise on this big bed.

"Lao Ka is really a person who can enjoy it! You can't buy this thing in China. I don't know how it's made. If it can be transported by air, I'll ask him to send me one. " Han Fei can't help feeling.

Then he realized that there was no place to put the size of the bed in the past. A master bedroom was only a few square meters, which was not as big as the bed. Han Fei also understood the old card's preference.

Maliciously guess, if Lao Ka wants to have a sunset one day, will he find a fierce Russian aunt? The most vivid description is that when he goes down the stairs, he feels that the whole house is shaking. The picture is so beautiful that people can't imagine it!

"By the way, things are still stuffed in the pocket. I don't know what the old card gave me." Han Fei suddenly thought of this stubble, can be old card collection worship so long, how to say also have a little special.