Chapter 333

"Professor Shen?" The man called him in a low voice. To Shen you, this "Professor Shen" was full of malice.

"It's hard to stay up there. Please come down and talk."

There are still some noisy voices on the other end of the phone.

Don't let this cell phone fall into Xiao Chen's hands

Shen thought to himself, hang up the call and hold the mobile phone in his palm.

The man seemed to see through what he thought in his heart and said with no expression: "don't think about doing impossible things. Come down. "

Shen practitioners racked their brains to figure out how to completely destroy or deliver the mobile phone to their own hands. No matter how intelligent he was, at the gun of a man, he was just like a lost dog. He was shamelessly tied to his hands and directly took him to the helicopter.

Shen Congye, through the porthole, silently looked at the woods illuminated by the dawn. More than once, he woke up in such a fine morning, stood on the top floor of the Research Institute, looked down with coffee, looked at this large naive natural creation, and sighed poetically that the buildings under his feet were abrupt but not disobeying. He did not expect that one day, he would be so embarrassed to meet the dawn. The scenery is still ignorant and almost cruel, but the white building, which is the most proud of itself and integrates all of its masterpieces, has been destroyed.

Shen's vision was blurred, and he could only see black figures swaggering in and out, pushing the men and women who tied their hands in a funny string into the back compartment of the camouflage green truck. There are a group of people who are moving a lot of silver boxes to another truck. Even if they are psychologically prepared, Shen Jingye almost roars when he sees this scene. However, the situation surrounded by guns still depresses his mood. He can only turn his head and be blind.

The trucks left one after another. A man at the bottom made a gesture to the pilot, who thumbed up to indicate receipt.

The helicopter roared up, flying higher and higher, leaving the white building below.

Shen's eyes dropped, his face dripping, showing no emotion at all, but in his heart there was infinite resentment growing like poisonous grass.

Xiao Chen You ruined my research, my business, everything My father will certainly be able to rescue me. At that time, I will revenge today! Not only your family, but you I want you to taste what I feel today!

Somewhere on the high seas.

On the deck of an ordinary looking ship, a group of sailors were drinking in the dark, especially excited and in high spirits. The men were playing the punch and playing cards, the large glass of beer and the big barrel of rum on the side, and the other side slowly stacked up with empty cups of foam or yellow wine. Women with half exposed breasts and honey skin sit in the middle of men, or laugh with men wantonly, or fight with men bravely. No one would have thought that below the deck, a black trade was going on.

Two groups of people were sitting face to face, with a man tied to a half short chair in the middle. The man was obviously beaten. Half of his hair was wet and sticky with blood. His cheekbones were swollen. Under the broken clothes were mottled fresh whiplash marks. Even his private parts were brutally whipped. The man's breath is extremely weak, his lips are dry and trembling, and the extreme pain has made him into a coma, but one of the bearded men, who is the leader, obviously doesn't want to let him go.

A basin of water is poured down. The man reluctantly opened his swollen eyes to a small gap, and trembled his lips. When he saw the bearded man, he could not help but felt fear from the bottom of his heart and trembled all over.

"Rao Give me a break... "

Another group of people exchanged their eyes. The young man at the head asked, "just him?"

Behind the bearded man, a man leaned up to his ear and translated the young man's words briefly.

The bearded man nodded.

The young man shrugged his shoulders and made a gesture at his back. A silver box was put on the low stool in the middle. When it was opened, a shining blue needle appeared in front of the crowd.

The beaten man seemed to foresee the situation he was going to face. His body was shaking like a remnant bamboo in the wind, and the voice of begging for mercy became more and more urgent and vague. But neither group showed any pity for him.

The man who opened the box put on his gloves, took out the syringe, squeezed out the air, went to the man who was bound, rudely tore off the leftover material on his arm, patted the thin arm, and inserted the needle without hesitation.

The crowd held their breath and watched the blue potion pushed into the man's vein a little bit. When the needle is pulled out, the man's pupils contract sharply, his chest rises and falls, and his heavy gasping becomes louder and louder until it becomes a long series of shrill cries.

There was a satisfied look on the young man's face.

The bearded man frowned and looked at the man on the chair howling, struggling, desperately trying to scratch his body with his hands, but he could only shake his head and shake his body until he fell to the ground with his chair and rubbed the dirty ground with his face.

"What's his reaction?"The young man's look became more and more brilliant with the appearance of blood stains on the man's face. "Itch, the itch from the bone, can't scratch And pain, unbearable pain In a word, it's like an ant crawling every inch of his bone and then drilling into his bone to suck his bone marrow. As long as the dose is large enough, this kind of sour feeling can always accompany him. "

After listening to the translation, the bearded man picked his eyebrows.

"That sounds good."

"So, deal?" The young man tilted his head.

"Deal." The bearded man nodded. Two people stand up, two hands hand in hand together, the line of sight coincides in still on the ground painful cry, has not adult man body.

"Is there an antidote?" The bearded man frowned. "It's good, but he's too noisy. Either give me the antidote, or add a little more to poison him. "

The young man was surprised by the simple and rude advice of the bearded man. "As you wish. The next time you trade, you'll see the latest product. "

"And this time?" The bearded man is reluctant.

The young man gave a smile. "Since I still have opinions on the products, for long-term cooperation, I can give you a little discount this time."

"It's good enough." The bearded man laughed and clapped heavily on the young man's shoulder.

The young man turned his head and muttered to the people behind him, "terrorists are still bargaining. What's the world like?" When he turned around, he had a formulaic smile on his face, but he had a silver pistol in his hand.

With a bang, the world is quiet. The young man smilingly twirled the pistol in his hand and handed it back to his subordinates. He said in pure Spanish, "now you can start, one hand to pay, one hand to deliver."