Chapter 838

This faint smell of putrefaction is made of a kind of corpse that can only be found in the valley of flame.

Just crush them to death, squeeze out their juice, and then add water in proportion to make it the best tracking signal.

The characteristic of this kind of potion is that once it is stained on clothes and skin, even if it is repeatedly cleaned with water, it will not be able to wash off its rotten smell. It will cling to the target like the maggot of tarsal bones.

However, it is not always attached to the target. After 36 hours, without taking any measures, it will automatically disappear without leaving any sequelae to the target. It can be said that it is the greenest and most difficult to detect tracking weapon.

Apart from the Yang coffin, no one can distinguish and accurately track the thousands of flavors emanating from the streets of London.

"Excuse me, can I help you?"

After seeing a woman in an old-fashioned, windbreaker hat and big face mask walking into the hall, the front desk beauty of whirlwind company frowned slightly, but she still professional smile and said hello to Yang coffin.

"I'm looking for Mao island."

Yang coffin mouth light said, under the foot non-stop to the stairs.

The company is a four story building, waiting for the elevator time, also went up.

"Well, wait, wait, our general manager is not in. Do you have an appointment? "

Seeing Yang coffin, she rushed into the coffin without saying a word. Of course, the beauty at the front desk didn't want to, so she ran around the bar and chased out.

She just chased up the corner of the stairs when Yang coffin waved.

The beauty at the front desk rolled her eyes and collapsed on the stairs.

In the general manager's office on the fourth floor, maodao, with a band aid on his nose, is kneeling behind the desk with his bare arms, holding a pen in his hand, and lighting something on a piece of white paper.

He's mobilizing his men for an overnight operation to recapture some of the evenings controlled by David.

Maodao is the head of the black dragon group's London branch. He has long coveted Davidson's control of these venues, but he doesn't dare to grab them easily.

First of all, David was a local villain who had been in business for many years. Secondly, he was still a little weak at that time. Thirdly, if he started without authorization, he would be despised and hated by his peers even if he broke the unwritten rules of underground London.

Now, he finally found a good opportunity to "learn from the famous" in the World War I with brother David.

The band aid on the nose is proof.

Such a good opportunity, he was stupid to let it go.

In less than half an hour, he mobilized 37 elite members from various departments to come here. They were in the gym on the third floor, drinking wine and waiting for his order.

With the seven people in his office, there are 45.

Although the number of forty-five people is far less than that of David white in London, these people are the elite of the black dragon group, all of them play the role of one against the hundred.

Forty five times one hundred is four thousand and five hundred. Can there be four thousand and five hundred white David?

"At eleven o'clock this evening, we will start from the night of huideng street, stand at attention and solve the battle in ten minutes. We must not delay for a moment. Then, we turned to - "

when we said this, Mao Dao's injured nose moved and looked up and asked," what's the smell, so bad? "

In fact, his six main men had long smelled the faint smell of putrefaction, which came from the clothes of maodao Jun, but they didn't care. After all, maodao Jun had a body odor, and thought it was a variation of body odor.

Mao Island Jun because of nose injury, this moment just recovered a little olfactory function, just smell to have this kind of bad smell.

In order to maintain the dignity of the boss, several main men shook their heads in unison: "No. I didn't smell it. "

They said they didn't smell it, but they couldn't help looking at Mao island's clothes.

After maodao came in, he took off his clothes and put them on the table, revealing the upper body of a big black dragon, which was so strong.

"Is it?"

After looking at the source of the odor, Mao Dao Jun picked it up and threw it in front of the window and continued: "then, we will turn the road --"

when he said these words again, it seemed that there was a man's voice, which was coming from outside the door.

"Those bastards, are you kidding again?"

Maodao Jun frowned and said to one of his men, "go, let them stop making trouble. On the eve of the great war, shouldn't we keep enough physical strength? "

"Haye."

The man nodded, got up from tatami and walked out quickly.

Maodao Jun lit a cigarette, which continued to layout the offensive plan.

It was five minutes later when he finished the details. However, the man who had gone to restrain his subordinates and stopped fighting on the eve of the war did not come back. Moreover, during this period of time, the men's faint voice seemed to be more and more frequent."What's the matter? Isn't taro a jerk who doesn't like to engage in sex? Why did you join in? You, go and have a look. "

All of a sudden, Mao Dao Jun had no reason to be agitated and raised his hand to point to a subordinate.

With an ambiguous smile on his face, he agreed and climbed up from the ground to the door.

Just now, when the boss sent taro, he was a little dissatisfied. The boss was right. Taro didn't like to engage in Jiji, but he did.

To send a person who doesn't like to engage in foundation work, teach those people to stop doing it, but let those who like to do it sit on their knees and feel itchy. It's just a stupid assignment.

Seeing that the sky was still early, those who could definitely take advantage of this opportunity to engage in the last time didn't take Mao Dao Jun's words in his heart and sneered in secret: "cut, white David's rubbish, how can they be the elite opponents of our black dragon group? If it's finished, they'll have a good rest for three days

Confident hands, open the door just to step out, one hand!

Suddenly it came out of the door and locked his throat.

Before he could react, he heard his throat bone crack.

When that one does not play the piano is absolutely a waste of plain hands, slowly retracted, this man hands over his neck, two eyes as if to stare out of the eyes, so open mouth, enough to put an eggplant, so slowly collapsed on the ground.

This man is the 38th person killed by Yang Xiao in ten minutes.

Everyone's way of death is that the throat bone is crushed. The broken bone stubble is as sharp as a thorn, which directly pierces the trachea and makes them make the sound that they make when they are engaged in foundation work.

Yang coffin shook his hand, took off the hat on his head, and the mask on his face showed his waxy face.

Since last night, she's fallen in love with the way people kill by crushing their necks.

The reason why she loves is very simple, so she doesn't need to see blood.

, especially when the human laryngeal bone is crushed, the sound that she gives is fascinating to her. It seems that children love to crush the shockproof foam.

Suddenly come in a person, all of a sudden the companion throat crushed, what kind of reaction will other people be?

Of course it's -- I'm confused.

But after the muddle, it was the unspeakable anger and killing intention that made the person nearest to the door burst into the sky with a strange cry. In the air, a fierce and abnormal whirlwind leg lashed at the jaw of the Yang coffin.

The man jumped too high.

Yang coffin doesn't like it very much.

Because she didn't want to jump like a dead man.

Since you don't want to jump up, you can't crush his throat, and you can't enjoy the beautiful feeling. Of course, you will be unhappy.

When Yang coffin is not happy, his temper will become bad, and his way of killing people will become more fierce.

She also kicked a kick.

After the first foot, heavy kick like an eagle, flying in the air in the man's crotch.

This is the most vulnerable part of a man's body.

Even if the weak woman to a foot, will also hurt to death.

If Yue Zitong, a small pepper with a force value, is forced to be kicked by his two eggs and become a eunuch directly.

Let Li Nanfang play?

This man will die.

Yang coffin to kick?

This man will -- it's going to be a terrible death.

It's hard to describe how loud the scream in decibels is when he's in the middle of his crotch. It's definitely a bullfight. The glass of the whole four story building is buzzing with echoes.

How about a bull?

It's true that Niu Bi -- the kick from Yang's coffin not only blew up his two things, but also broke the bone in his crotch, and thrust back like an army stab, penetrating his intestines.

He himself, more like a cannon ball, banged on the opposite wall.

There was another bang and it fell to the ground.

There is no life at the end of the pumping, moving, simply dead.

Again.

Mao Dao Jun four people, brush together, stare at the big innocent eyes, looking at the frown Yang coffin.

"Stop dancing. I don't like it. It's kind of cruel. "

Yang coffin coffin finally knew that it was cruel, so he felt sad that he walked slowly to a confused young man. He reached out and squeezed under his chin. After enjoying the feeling of pinching bubbles, he smiled lightly. "How nice it is." Just sit still

Her requirements for Mao Dao Jun and others are too high.

Murderer, don't move.

How can there be such a fool in the world?

Maybe, too?

Because Yang coffin and crushed a person's throat, action calm, without the slightest smell of fireworks.

When the man put his hands over his neck and shivered in pain on the ground for the last few times, Mao Dao Jun and his wife finally woke up from their muddled state."Baga!"

They all uttered a roar of extreme fear and disbelief.

Next to Mao Dao Jun, the man who was the nearest to the case took out a gun from his waist.

Yang coffin hated guns, because when she was teasing Ye Xiaodao in the southern mountain area of Qingshan, two of Lin Yiting's men hurt her shoulder with guns.

For her, it was an absolute shame that she could never forget.

Therefore, anyone who dares to shoot at her will die.

Although, this person does not show the end of the guy, is also a death.

It's just the way of death, but it's not so cruel. Bang, Yang coffin kicks his head on his back.

"Don't point a gun at me. I will not be happy

Yang's coffin frowned and said faintly to Mao Dao Jun, who was about to roll over to get the pistol in his clothes in front of the window.

Mr. Mao did not dare to take it.

"Sit down."

Yang coffin said.

Mr. Mao Dao, take a good seat.

Yang coffin also sat down, just opposite him, kneeling.

The kneeling style that the islanders are accustomed to now is still what they learned in the Tang Dynasty, so Yang coffin never thought about what was wrong with her sitting like this.

"Pour me a glass of water."

After Yang coffin sat down, he raised his hand to lift his hair and looked at Mao Dao Jun: "I'm a little thirsty. Killing people is a hard work. "

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