Chapter 62 If I don’t show off my power, I will treat me as a sick cat
I whispered into Millennium Girl's ear: "Please open your eyes."
After I said this, I turned around to face the dozen or so people who were surrounding me, and said with a frosty look on my face: "Actually, you are the ones who want to run now. Just take it as nonsense. If you want to run, Can you just run away?"
My words shocked everyone present. They thought to themselves, what nonsense am I talking about with such a small body? The brave ones have already rushed directly towards me.
Suddenly, a whirlwind rolled up on the scene. Under the flying dust, I was already standing next to Director Zhang. He said in horror: "Phantom Killing, you are..."
I said: "Talk too much."
At this time, Director Zhang could no longer speak. His body was frozen there. In a moment, blood spurted out from his neck and his body fell straight to the ground.
Millennium Girl saw all this happening. Besides her, there was another person, the camera. Even if he didn't see clearly what happened at the scene, the camera left all the images.
The photographer was trembling all over. He had forgotten about running away.
Because I am not a human being, except for him and Millennium Girl, they all died in my hands in less than ten seconds. The devil can only kill people in this world.
How did I do it? The photographer didn't see clearly. Did I use a weapon? It didn't seem like it, but my hands were stained with blood, dripping from my fingers to the ground.
After dealing with a bunch of people, I rushed to Millennium Girl immediately. I wanted to put her down immediately and check her injuries.
At this time, the photographer finally came to his senses and wanted to run away.
I just waved my hand, and the photographer who wanted to run fell to the ground. His ring point was hit by my move. It was impossible to run again, and I broke a small fingernail.
Because this little fingernail is deeply embedded in the flesh of the photographer’s Huantiao point.
Millennium Girl's injuries were too serious. All I could do was to restore her limbs and joints. I couldn't take care of the other injuries in a timely manner.
Because at this point, I want to interrogate the photographer.
"I'm asking you a question, and you'd better answer truthfully, otherwise..." I was mid-sentence, and as soon as I raised my hand, the photographer's right ankle bone was broken, and his screams echoed in the old factory.
"You asked, but you hit me before I asked." The photographer felt aggrieved.
"Let me ask a simple question first. The assassination started at yesterday's banquet, right?" I asked.
The photographer nodded quickly.
I raised my hand again, and the photographer's left ankle bone was shattered.
The photographer screamed again, and he felt even more aggrieved: "I answered you, why are you still torturing me?"
I said, "I didn't hear you."
The grievance felt in the photographer's heart. Can he appeal for this grievance?
It's not like I had any intention of giving him the chance.
"Who ordered the capture of Millennium Girl?" I pressed.
The photographer pointed at Director Zhang who was lying dead on the ground: "That's him."
I didn't take any further action and continued to ask: "Who executed Millennium Girl so cruelly?"
The photographer pointed at the two corpses near Millennium Girl's torture and said: "Those two."
I raised my hand again, and the photographer’s right wrist bone was shattered.
The photographer screamed: "It's not me, it's definitely not me. I'm only responsible for photography. I have no chance to hurt Millennium Girl. You have wronged me."
"I know it can't be you, but your wording is wrong. You used that one. It can only be said to be one, no, it should be two beasts." I said coldly.
The photographer must have secretly scolded me for being a beast and an unreasonable beast.
I'm not being unreasonable. Is there a problem? Were they being reasonable when they tortured the Millennium Girl? He was so perverted that he filmed all of this. What a few meanings. Most of them want to sell it online to make money, and you can imagine that you can make a lot of money.
"Why film the torture process of the Millennium Girl?" I asked.
"I heard that beast named Zhang said that he was ordered to torture Millennium Girl into a cripple and make her worse than death." The photographer obviously followed suit.
"Why?" I asked.
"I don't know either." The photographer said with a grimace.
His left wrist bone was also shattered, which was normal because I didn't get a satisfactory answer.
"Stop asking like this. It's useless to beat me to death. I really don't know." The photographer was tortured by me until he almost fainted.
I pinched the photographer and continued to ask, "How did you capture Millennium Girl?" I was just thinking, Millennium Girl is a top killer and cannot be subdued so easily.
"Millennium Girl was betrayed, so she was easily subdued," the photographer said.
"Who is it?" I pressed.
"I'm begging you first, don't torture me anymore. I really don't know. I'm afraid even the dead Zhang Qinshou doesn't know. He only knows how to bring Millennium Girl here to be tortured." The photographer peed because he My crotch is wet.
"When was the order for my assassination issued?" I asked.
"It was yesterday. I wanted to kill you with my last name, and I also attached your photo." The photographer replied.
"Do you know the people at the table I'm sitting at?" I asked.
"I only know one of them, not from the same faction as ours. I was thinking that the people who wanted to kill you yesterday had many factions. I was among them at the time, and my professional observation skills told me that there are many people paying attention to you. The direction of the scene also implies murderous intent." the photographer replied.
"Have you ever heard of a Jianghu fatwa? The one with a reward of 100 million yuan." I asked.
"Everyone in the killer world knows it, but so far, it has never been found out who these two people are. It is also a very strange fatwa." The photographer said.
"Assassinating me and torturing Millennium Girl were the orders we just received yesterday. Are these orders sequential or were they issued at the same time?" I asked.
"The order to assassinate you comes first, and the order to torture Millennium Girl comes later. They were received separately." the photographer replied.
"What's the bounty you got for these two tasks?" I asked.
"Ten thousand US dollars each, which is the market price." the photographer answered.
Hearing this reply, I cursed secretly, is my worth so worthless?
"Why are the instructions given sequentially but executed in the reverse order?" I asked.
"Yesterday you ran too fast, and we didn't have time to take action. Millennium Girl was restrained first, and then new instructions came, using torture as bait to lure you out, and then treat you as... Assassination in front of the Millennium Girl." the photographer answered.
I fell into deep thought for a moment.
Seeing that I had nothing to say, the photographer asked weakly, "I've told you everything you want to know. Can I leave?"
I didn’t reply to the photographer’s words immediately, but after breaking all the joints of his limbs and hanging him in mid-air like the Millennium Girl was tortured, I said leisurely: “You can leave, but you need to find a way by yourself. "
The photographer obviously didn't hear my words. He was already fainting from the pain. I also believed that he would only be a cripple for the rest of his life, the kind of cripple with comminuted fractures of the joint bones of his limbs.
Chapter 63: Difficult aftermath
