[Part 1·Zhao’s Dog] Lang
Everyone knows that the surname of Huaqi Bank is Zhao - the president of the Charity Society said that doing bank business is the specialty of Asians.
Before dawn, you can see four big dogs running wildly back and forth from the pavilion to the market. Those are the dogs of the Zhao family. If there is a morning market, they cannot be so domineering and domineering. They can only wear collars and have fun when the sun has not yet come up.
Like the big dogs in [Kingdom·王地], these Spanish spaniels are surrounded by crazy butterflies and are already in the shape of Vita's brand.
Similar to the layout of Huangniu Town in District 11, next to Huaqi Bank is the city hall. It is not as colorful as the TV tower fifty meters away. It is pitch black and there is no one around.
Four fat and strong vicious dogs were howling and barking. They were tormented by the worms in their stomachs, and they had sex with pain and pleasure. They would never give birth to new babies, and they would still have a party.
Fourteen people were sitting in front of the bank——
——Those are fourteen homeless people, all of whom are elderly. Lang
"You also bought a fund?"
"No, I bought a fixed investment..."
"What is the difference between funds and fixed investments?"
"I don't know...but we are all sitting here, it should be the same, right?"
They come from Tongzilou behind the seaside street pavements. Their families have some spare money. They are the standard middle class in Eureka. They are just one step away from breaking into the rich club.
These grandfathers and grandmothers were by no means economical when they were young. They were all good at cannibalizing human flesh and making a lot of money.
But as I got older and lost my clarity of mind, I listened to the bank manager’s words a few years ago and bought various products from the Cupid Foundation. Lang
At first, the tellers, sales, and account managers of Huaqi Bank specially customized a set of words for these large deposit certificate users.
They can be sons and grandsons, providing [family services] to the elderly at their doorsteps, being more filial than biological sons and sweeter than biological daughters——
——Grandparents listened to these tellers and spent their life savings to buy these bank-endorsed products.
"At the beginning, they said what kind of thing it was, what kind of strategic partnership it was, and the rate of return was very good..."
"It's all fart! I can't get my money back now! Which one should I go to!"
"Say a few words less, say a few words less..."
The grandparents also became quiet and discussed in lowered voices. Lang
"How long will it take to pay it off?"
"Originally it was seven years, but then it was postponed to seventeen years."
"I don't have seventeen years left. I don't have seventeen years left..."
"I have 12 million in the bank... Later Xiao Li (the teller who introduced financial products) said that the money is not in the bank, and I don't know where the money went. My son quarreled with me and asked me to Come to solve this matter, he is not free, he is not free, he is so busy that he vomits blood..."
When the Zhao family's dogs got tired, they lay down next to the entrance of the bank pavilion. When the sun came, they would go back to the kennel.
"Why doesn't he talk? He was fine yesterday?"
"Oh! He is the one who signed the contract." Lang
"What word?"
"Didn't you originally say that the money the Mercy Society owes us will take seventeen years to pay off?"
"Um."
"The manager of Huaqi said that we should not make trouble or spread the word outside. As long as we sign, we can get the money back in advance."
"he is?"
"He signed it. It was an IOU - it means that the bank paid back the money to the Charity Society first, and what's left is. If the Charity Society pays it back to us, we will pay it back to the bank, right? Is it even?"
"Oh! That seems to be the truth!" Lang
"Wait a minute, what if Mercy doesn't pay back the money?"
At this point, the old men and women stopped talking, and could hear small sobbing.
After a while, the smell of blood wafted from the seaside entertainment city, and the goldfish flags of the gambling stalls were blown, along with the sound of wind chimes, which was very nice.
"I feel funny even when I talk about this..."
"It's obviously money they owe me! Why should I pay them interest in the end!"
"You did sign - there's nothing you can do about it."
"You should fall to pieces and be in danger of dying." Lang
"Fuck you, God!"
When the Zhao family's dogs heard the complaints from their grandparents, they immediately jumped under the copper signboard of Huaqi and rushed towards the loudest one, the most angry and angry one. They were as strong as lions.
The first bite took the old man's leg, biting it but not breaking it, lest he move around and escape, and lose strength if he couldn't step on the ground, so as not to hurt other hound companions.
The second hunting dog that followed immediately tore its neck, drank a few mouthfuls of blood with the other brothers and sisters, and then took its time to cook the other parts.
When all the internal organs are gone, a heart and a piece of liver are left behind, which are prepared for Mr. Zhao. When the sun comes up, the mobilization soldiers will send the body to the human meat factory to be sealed and packaged.
They only ate one person and were very sensible, unlike the wild and untamed lower creatures in [Kingdom·王地], which also required the armadillo hunter to repeatedly use strong instructions to control them.
I think the dog that came to the Zhao family must be able to understand human speech and distinguish between friend and foe, otherwise it would not only eat this one person. Lang
There were no more human voices in front of the bank, only miserable sighs, which were more like barking dogs.
Go up to the cultural building of City TV Station. There is a moon sign on the top of the tower. It is a very beautiful decoration, but now there is no light.
The wind was turbulent for a while, and a few petals fell from the carnation in front of the gardening store. It was swept forward by the turbulent current.
I saw fourteen or five young people running up the street, cleanly dressed and fully armed. While they were running away, they were nervously peeking behind them. Some of them fell several times and were not afraid of the pain. They seemed to be really uneasy and wanted to see clearly when they were about to die.
The dimensions of the Grim Reaper are twelve point seven millimeters.
Ash's gunfire is like fireworks at a wedding——
——Flowers will be given to the groomsmen, and the sound of the salute will startle three friends and five friends. Lang
The armored stomachs of these fourteen or five elite soldiers exploded with a blast like spring thunder. They were impacted by the huge kinetic energy of the bullets and rolled down the long street, turning their flesh and blood into mud.
The guests who ran a little slower and were holding guns at the end of the group to fight back were also the first to fall over. They were affected by the impact and were not completely dead. Their legs could not stop shaking when they got up, and their sternums were sunken, but because of The body that had received blood could hardly die, and I only felt chest tightness, fatigue, and eyelids twitching.
They were supported in pairs and forced to the side of a paper-cut art museum under Ash's gunpoint. They saw a terrifying bloody hand emerging from the paper screen.
That's another god of death coming——
——The red glove grabbed the squad leader's arm tightly and pulled it to the side of the screen. Jingguang's gun barrel was like a dragon, killing the squad leader and making his head disappear.
Looking forward from this road, passing the Peace Mansion of the Charity Society, the old Tokyo intersection, and Chiba District, there are a total of eighteen gambling stalls. There were countless corpses and rivers of blood on the road.
Follow the fire escape and water diversion channel of the street, and walk all the way from the alley entrance to the snack shop that has not closed its stalls. If you step on it, you will not leave any footprints on the road, because the alley is narrow and the road has completely turned red. . Lang
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[part2·Kill]
The gunsmith stands at the end of the cold and warm City Hall Street.
Xiao Qi had just kicked away the last corpse blocking the way and raised his gun to aim at the four spaniels——
——The Zhao family's dog understood immediately, smelled the strong pheromones in the air, whimpered and screamed, and slyly wagged its tail to beg for mercy and flattery.
Xiaoqi opened fire without hesitation——Lang
——The bullet cracked open the beast's head, and the other three hounds immediately jumped up.
Hearing the burst of ASH bullets, Xiao Qi's shoulders and neck trembled, and the movement of shooting and shifting was difficult and stiff.
The figure of the demon hound is lithe, looking fat and bulky, but its swollen body is light and airy. It grabs the ground on the stone bricks of the pedestrian street and changes its shape like a ghost.
They recognized the fierce weapons in the hands of Homo sapiens and knew how to escape the lock of the gun. They were shot in the shoulder, neck and buttocks, but they showed no intention of slowing down. Instead, they became more ferocious and were about to kill them!
A light fell from the big moon sign on the TV Tower——
——Belloberg fell from the sky and landed in front of the gunsmith.
Sooner or later, Jingguang's slide barrel emptied the magazine like a dragon spitting beads, but it didn't cause much real damage. Lang
The 9*39 projectiles hit the fur of these three beasts, breaking open bloody pits as big as fists. The hunting dogs were like walking zombies and didn't know the pain. The vanguard at the head opened his big mouth and rushed over!
It's too late, it's faster than that!
The gunsmith raised his sword and struck furiously——
——A sudden vertical slash with a slightly deflected angle grabbed the center line!
Brilliant flames burst out from Mingde's bones, and the pyroxene and the stick communicated with each other, dividing the man-eating beast into two halves!
Without any time to rest, he advanced with the sword and changed to the cow position. The second hunting dog that came from the side was cut off half of its head, and the gunsmith was asked to charge forward with his shoulders. The body was dumped on the roadside, twitching and shaking, and its legs would not listen. The brain directs and pedals hard.
The last remaining coward began to cower and fight when he saw that his brothers and sisters were dead. Lang
The gunsmith swung his sword, and thick and sticky blood poured out from the crest of Belloberg's sword. The temperature of thousands of degrees was coated with a thick layer of coke, and the light was almost blocked.
Vibrating the sword and swinging it, the blood turned into a crimson red moon and fell on the bricks of the long street. At this moment, Xiao Qi finally finished changing the bullets.
She can reload quickly, but the gunsmith can kill enemies even faster with his sword.
Seeing the hound trying to turn around and run away, I finally understood why the fourteen or five people on the street were running for their lives, but it was too late.
Ash broke its hind legs, then broke its front legs, and crookedly hit the iron sentry house at the entrance of the pavilion.
The snow owl soldiers guarding the gate finally woke up from their sleep——
——He stood up hastily, wanting to complain about the Zhao family's dog. He didn't grasp the gun properly, so he immediately opened the door and went out. Lang
As soon as he stretched out his body, the human head and the dog head flew away with Beloberg's sword!
After the gunsmith finished killing the animals, he asked Belloberg to knock on the long pole that blocked the car. He shook off the burned blood and blackened peat, and saw the white flame blade bursting out with majestic fire. , it seems that the Du Ling residing in the blade is also furious.
At this time, a round human head rolled in front of the bank, and the sun had just risen from the Pompeii Sea, like a golden chicken egg. When the sun shines on the corpse, the demon cast by the crazy butterfly immediately dissipates, like pine needles thrown into a stove, turning into a star flame of gold and red.
The grandparents who were collecting debts in front of the house all left in a hurry, leaving only the heart and liver that had been eaten away by the hounds.
But it's not over yet, not over yet.
The gunsmith raised his head and stared at the eldest disciple, who was more than 130 meters away, waving at the window of the TV tower to announce the good news. Hasben returned Beloberg to the teacher and continued to perform the task.
The eighteen battles to annihilate the seaside gambling stalls are over, and this is just the beginning. Lang
Xueming and Xiaoqi rushed into the bank, took out the money printing machine from Eureka Head Office, used Belloberg's ultra-high temperature sword to tear open the door of the vault, and then wrote eight large characters on the door of the bank. .
[Doing evil for heaven·Audacious and ruthless virtue]
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The square terrace of the Council of Five Kings——
——A secluded little corner.
The boss sat in front of the bar, deliberately avoiding the passengers, and drank with Ling Weng and the manager Marcus. Lang
"There is bad news." The lobby manager said while pouring wine for the boss: "Ishimura Takuma is dead. He died on the road before there was a chance to interrogate him."
Aohun Mingde didn't have any unexpected feelings, "Kang Que will never leave him alive. This guy knows too many things he shouldn't know. This is a good thing."
Manager: "Good thing?"
Boss: "This means that the people of the Mercy Society are anxious! We have touched their sore spots and indeed caused effective damage! We must continue to exploit this weakness!"
Then the good cat jumped on the table and drank from the wine glass.
"How did Ishimura die? I want to know the details..."
Manager Marcus tried hard to describe it, trying to explain it with body language, trying his best to restore the weird scene at the time. Lang
"Our escort team was about to leave Eureka, and while we were still in the car - Ishimura Takuma suddenly started vomiting."
"Specifically, food came out of his throat and it was disgusting."
"The water, slurry, and the lake of pasta in the stomach seemed to have broken through the constraints of gravity and floated upward."
"Then the guy floated up uncontrollably and lay on the roof of the escort vehicle."
"He couldn't breathe and the vomit was blocking his windpipe."
"In the end, he died like this on the roof of the car. It was as if he had been oppressed by a heavy object. His skin was shriveled, and the blood squeezed the capillaries and mucous membranes, and seeped into the gaps in the car frame."
"This is the power of Kangqiao Johnny's soul!" the boss said, continuing to drink. Lang
Marcus asked eagerly: "Are we going to inform the anonymous people about this news? I'm afraid they don't understand this guy's soul power yet."
Boss: "Yes, contact the White Ape and send Ishimura's autopsy report and psychic detection test results."
When the bartender left, Ling Weng took the bartender's seat.
The good cat began to vomit bitterness.
"Do you know how long I have been waiting for this day?"
Ling Weng didn't speak and listened quietly.
"More than seventy years! More than seventy years! It's easy to get a thousand armies but hard to find a general..." The good cat raised its paws and shook it gently: "I'm not angry because I have lost something over the years!" Lang
"But I can only watch helplessly, unable to do anything, unable to do anything! I can only watch my relatives and friends groveling before the enemy's butcher knife, bowing their heads and bleeding! I promised their ancestors that I would give them a stable life. Home! But..."
"I can only watch myself getting weaker day by day, holding my breath all the time! I told you, Aohen Mingde, that you must get back everything you lost before! I must understand the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult! I’m going to cause an uproar!”
"I want to forge a sword! I want to forge the anger in my heart into the iron of revenge!"
"I..."
Ling Weng: "Drink, drink...Brother Cat..."
"You drink first!"
The boss pushed the cup away in disgust, as if he didn't say enough, but didn't know how to continue. Lang
Ling Weng raised the wine glass and sent it to the jeweled neck of the mouthpiece. The wine poured over the gold and silver, and finally spilled on the carpet.
The good cat thought for a long time and picked up the cup.
"I'd better drink it."
