Foreword:
What a person shows off shows that he is lacking something in his heart.
Dale Carnegie丨"Human Weakness"
[Part①·Gourmet program]
The power of the induction cooker reaches 2,200 watts, and a layer of high-temperature steam will be generated between the steak and the frying pan, so that the leg steak can be juicy on the outside and tender on the inside.
The knife separated the tendons and blood vessels. After Jason Megan performed a secondary process, he divided the ingredients into more fine pieces and then brought them to the prisoner's mouth.
Haitang looked fearful as he watched the plate of brightly colored food come in front of him. It was his thigh and the meat on his body.
After Jason Megan's careful cooking, the deft movements of handling the meat, the aroma is overflowing when it comes out of the pot, the smell of protein mixed with the oil and nitrite of the holy blood hyphae - all this makes the ogre's heart Cracks appeared.
There have always been only blood-giving monsters that eat humans. How can there be any reason for humans to take care of blood-giving monsters?
At first, Haitang regarded the threat of the unknown person as a joke, until the gunsmith returned to his old job, picking at the beast's thigh with a carving knife, and finally cut off a piece of brightly colored and fat leg meat. Haitang finally collapsed.
"I want to make a special statement." The gunsmith asked Mr. Harman to raise his arm and raise the phone camera a little higher. "We are dealing with a bloodthirsty monster. The thing hanging on the wall can no longer be considered a human being. He has lost his human rights. So this video can be viewed as a food program for all ages.”
The gunsmith smiled and greeted the consul.
"When you see this video, the matter may be over. Here you can advertise several non-staple food, grain and oil manufacturers in District 41."
"Hey! Jason!"
With that said, the camera panned to Jason Megan——
——Mr. Jason is obviously a bit shy. His face turns pale in the video perspective and he looks very nervous. Whether it is his wolf eyes or his personality, he is not suitable for facing the camera directly.
He awkwardly introduced the simple kitchen.
"Our main course today is the leg meat of a blood-giving monster. The gunsmith specially chose the right leg because this monster is right-handed, typically right-handed."
"Some old viewers who want to eat their seats may want to ask. Generally speaking, limbs that exert extreme force during strenuous exercise seem to taste sour and not very good."
At this time, Jason asked the camera to follow him, holding a bottle of Mirin soy sauce in his hand.
"We can add sugar, honey or fructose as appropriate, as well as Denton's condiments. I came to District 41 for another purpose, which is to take a look at the soybean soy sauce stored in the cellar of Greenstone Man Denton. You can’t buy this stuff anywhere else, and the cost of online shopping is extremely high.”
Jason asked Harman to lower his head and send the camera to Haitang's right leg.
"As you can see, although this is a piece of red meat, the meat quality seems to be not as good as that of the left leg, but..."
Saying this, Jason took out a knife, cut a gap in Haitang's left leg, and brought a small basin to fill with blood.
Haitang immediately struggled in pain, but his body was no longer under control. His joints and main tendons were penetrated by sharp objects. However, within a few seconds, the strong feeling of powerlessness made him calm down again.
Jason compared the two wounds and explained calmly.
"In order to provide energy for the right leg, there will be a little more fat left on the right side of the body. The gunsmith used to be a very good butcher."
Jiang Xueming: "Even now."
Jason immediately changed his mind: "Yes, yes, even now, he is very particular about the way he cuts the flesh. The holy blood is the fusion of the Vita brand and the DNA of various disaster beasts, and it also contains a lot of similar... Characteristics of single-chain fungi to control the energy balance of the blood-donating unit’s physical body.”
“So the gunsmith took this piece of meat, which was almost the fattest and most tender piece of meat on the animal.
"I used two kinds of wine to wake up its fungal characteristics. One is Hongshiren's Baiweifang Cellar, called [Brotherhood], which is barley spirit with a strong aroma, and the other is our four For the wines from the greenstone people around District 10, I chose the new batch of wine from last winter under the Welik brand. The sunshine here is strong, the nights are cold, and the sweetness of the grape fruits is very high, which can make very powerful wines."
"After the meat from the blood donation unit is awakened by alcohol, the holy blood will naturally begin to secrete a sweet and fresh taste."
“The barley spirit from Barway will make it a little saltier, and the wine will neutralize the acidity.”
"I chose two spice methods for these two leg steaks. One is thyme combined with the fishy smell of Xiaojun's liver to create the unique bloody smell of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult and make this heavy-flavored food go straight to the theme."
"Another spice method is to use honey to roast the milk, and add the golden maltose flowers to become an embellishment on the plate. I will let the post-production guy put the link to the milk and honey online store below the video."
“Ultimately it’s the drink that goes with the meal, along with berries and vegetables.”
"Enough! Enough! Enough! Enough! Enough!" Haitang still roared hysterically with the wind chime stuffed in his mouth, almost delirious, and fear was about to destroy him.
Imagine that there is such a chef who treats you as an ingredient. When you are conscious, he breaks you down into a pot and explains clearly the advantages and disadvantages of cooking techniques and ingredients. This process is slow and painful. And the most important thing is——
——The gunsmith doesn't seem to be ready to stop, he wants to cut more meat and cook more dishes.
One dish after another must be brought to Haitang's mouth, so that the blood-giving monster loses its vitality and feels hungry, and at the same time swallows its saliva on its own dish.
Jiang Xueming: "Do you want to be lenient if you confess? No, there's really no need."
Haitang: "Kill me, kill me"
Jiang Xueming: "I just have one question, what's in the suitcase?"
The box has been sent to the freezing area of the refrigerator. Jiang Xueming is very sensitive to explosives. It has no mechanical transmission clockwork noise, no steel wire sound, and no balance tilt triggering mechanism. If it is an electronic fuse, it will be fine if it is frozen.
No matter how capable the Eternal One is, it is impossible to get a mini-nuclear bomb in Aohun Mingde's territory. Such a small box, if it were not for the explosives with extremely high energy density, would be a small scene for Fragrant Fantasy.
"I don't know. I. I don't know! Can you kill me? Please kill me..." Haitang sobbed, tears welling up in her eyes: "Don't let him, don't let him get close to me, don't."
This poor creature looked at Jason Megan, never wanting to suffer the pain of separation of flesh and blood again.
"But I still don't recommend you to try making this dish at home." Jason's tone became cold and he ended the recording: "The high temperature in the home kitchen cannot kill the Vita brand unless you plan to burn this piece of meat. Coke can completely kill the virus, but in short, there is a risk of eating."
Jiang Xueming said nothing and nodded with Jason.
Jason Megan grinned: "Here we go! Here comes my favorite part!"
Haitang's eyes lit up——
——Are you going to take my life?
Are you going to unify?
Finally reunited! ?
But the expected peace has not yet come, only the singing and dancing of the flames.
The gunsmith used local materials and made a simple water pump circulation machine using the water supply pipe of the floor heating. He took the shower head from the bathroom and used Lady White freeze-dried powder, which was very expensive during the Luna Cup period. It was about 400 grams and worth four hundred grams. One thousand one hundred and eighteen pyroxene currency, his wife would call him a prodigal when she saw it.
These White Lady products enter the water circulation system modified by floor heating, splash out from the shower head, and are heated by the water heater to the temperature of 91 degrees Celsius, which is just right for the coffee to emit the aroma. It soaks Begonia's scalp, and the medicinal properties of White Lady products impact the saint. A delicate balance of blood and Vita Brand.
A large fire basin was placed on the bottom of Haitang's feet, and it was slowly roasted at a slow fire of about 400 degrees to make the ogre die slowly and painfully.
Mr. Harman asked: "Isn't that a little cruel?"
"He is such a kind man," the gunsmith sighed, "I must have never seen Lawrence Madison's live broadcast."
Jason and the gunsmith stood side by side and sighed together: "If you want to deal with monsters, you must have the methods of the King of Hell."
The delicate balance of water and fire, the back and forth pull of life and death, turned into the ultimate painful enjoyment, destroying Haitang's vocal cords time and time again, and made him roar several shrill screams as he was dying of consciousness.
Mr. Harman swallowed his saliva. The strange noises from time to time could shatter the glass in the room. The tide of psychic energy emitted by the victim before death caused the room temperature to drop sharply, and the smooth wooden floor had already formed a layer of frost.
At the moment when the holy blood collapsed, the claws of the Eternal One tightened all over, and the skin quickly shriveled up. Not a single red butterfly flew out, and no virus was left behind. It turned into fine pink sand grains, which fell into the brazier. It exploded immediately, turning into purple-red flames and disappearing.
Yes, he is dead!
[Part②·Insufficient intelligence]
A crack appeared on Mr. Harman's mobile phone camera. It was Haitang's high-frequency scream before she died that shattered the glass of the lens.
However, this video has remained, and it will become new material for Guangling Zhixi, and will be played on a loop every day in the publicity department and public areas of the rapid response force.
Mr. Harman turned around in confusion and asked the two VIPs.
"That's it? He's dead? What happens next? Aren't you two going to ask for some useful information?"
Jiang Xueming confessed: "From the very beginning, I had no intention of asking him to confess. He was just being sentimental - babbling and shouting [I won't say anything]. Who does this guy think he is? The President of the United States?" ? Do I want his VISA? Or the online payment password?"
Jason Meagan also had the same attitude: "The efficiency of extracting a confession is too low, so it is better to investigate it yourself."
In the expedition battles over the years, many prisoners were captured in the process of annihilating the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult. The gunsmith summed up a complete set of execution methods, except that there was no forced confession - most of these minions of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult were not afraid of death. , the things in his mind are all kinds of strange, and the information obtained through interrogation does not have much practical significance.
They can use clever language skills to tell a hundred truths, but as long as there is one lie in it, it will be fatal to the soldiers.
Gunsmiths would never believe the enemy's lies, even if these blood-granting units cried bitterly, vowed to change their ways, risked blood curses, and committed suicide to prove their innocence, it was of no use.
There are only two exceptions, namely Flavia and Duran, and it was only through Victor's soul control and years of military service and corvee that these two blood-giving units came ashore.
From the very beginning, the moment Haitang was defeated, he was greeted only by cruel killings.
It leaves no possibility for the virus to spread and disappear painfully and slowly from this world.
As for what he said, what information he gave, what morality he talked about, or whether he tried to use profit leverage to save his life, none of it worked——
——The gunsmith won't listen at all.
The wings of light of this immortal are dead, but his equipment can speak. His clothes, his shopping records, his mobile phone and Bluetooth matching device will take the initiative to speak and finish what he has not said.
Pellelini's round is over.
There are too many clues in the room, too many.
Haitang's accompanying equipment included carrying gear, but no bulletproof vests or firearms. These things are contraband in the Luna Cup competition area, so Pellerini can't get them. When he went to Marley Perrault's house before, the weapons of the soldiers had never entered the city, and were all hidden in the stronghold in the wild. .
Pellerini, who hides behind the scenes and dispatches troops, is a person with superior intelligence among the immortals.
At this moment, he was also faintly worried——
——With the imaging technology in modern society, including cameras, high-speed cameras, electronic eyes, chemical tracers and other means, coupled with the tracking ability of the Lazuli Half Wolf, it seems that no one can completely stay out of the matter and become invisible.
Fifty years ago, he could effortlessly control armed conflicts between several regions. With his superb political wisdom, coupled with rough political means, he could complete various sophisticated operations.
All it takes is a few mistresses, a few dead babies, a glass of poisoned wine and a quack doctor to provoke conflicts among regional leaders and turn a cold war into a hot war.
But in the 21st century, these conspiracies can be easily traced back to their origins with more and more advanced investigation methods, and the truth can be quickly found out. It has become so ridiculous, and there is no longer the illusion and mystery of the power play in the primitive era. Everything is clear and natural.
The people of the new age terrify the Immortal. Other colleagues in the league have always regarded Pellerini as the most flexible brain in the team.
He can move people's hearts with just a few words and make outstanding warriors sacrifice their lives for the Eternal One. He could destroy Marley Perrault's family in a matter of seconds, without even getting a drop of blood on his hands.
Six years later, the falcons still believe that Pellerini’s original [flight theory] was correct.
When an eagle is terminally ill, it cannot land and will die suddenly when it returns to the ground. Just like a blood-giving monster, it needs to keep eating to survive.
The same is true for life. Due to various chances and coincidences, these falcons have acquired immortality. If these falcons can survive this incurable disease before falling to the ground and dying suddenly, they will definitely gain magical fortune and take another step towards reaching the level of gods.
This theory is an iron law that the immortals believe in. They are like terminally ill eagles, lurking everywhere in human society, avoiding natural enemies in dangerous airspace and avoiding anonymous hounds.
These are considered minor illnesses and pains. As long as you get through it until the day when the unknown leader dies, it will be the time when the disease will heal itself without medicine.
They cannot land, cannot return to the mortal world and social interactions, and the children they give birth to will compete for their authority and property. History is the best teacher. There are many stupid immortals who think that the family can continue their authority. But the first people to betray them were his family members who thought he was too old to die.
But this time, Pellerini couldn't wait.
Modern firearms have nearly bridged the gap between mythical creatures and mortals.
If the gunsmith's knightly combat skills were to add fire -
——This inheritance will create countless warriors who are not afraid of hardships and have high fighting spirit.
He had to do something, and he had to confirm again whether the gunsmith's students had this ability.
Just like the indelible fear in human nature——
——It controls us. Even in the warm bed, we can't help but imagine whether the safest door in the room is closed.
"Do you believe the legend of the Cauldron of Dagda, Gunsmith?"
"My messenger has died in your hands, right? When you see this letter, he should be dead and completely dissipated between heaven and earth."
After cooling with liquid nitrogen, there were no explosives in the suitcase, only a letter and a few objects.
"My name is Pellerini Tuon and I'm from Serbia."
"When you are searching for the relics of little brother Haitang, trying to track down my whereabouts, searching for my traces at all costs, and preparing to strike a winning blow, I want to tell you a story."
"Best, the moon god, a proud and ruthless beast, told people that deep underground there was a golden cup inlaid with twelve gorgeous pyroxenes. It was the cauldron of Dagda, a symbol of later religion. The prototype of the legendary Holy Grail.”
"It should have become the Luna Cup, the private property of Ao Mingde, and the highest honor pursued by warriors."
“It can grant the best wishes in the world and make anything you dream come true.”
"This is a medal used by Ao Mingde to comfort the brave and commend soldiers. It is a clumsy way of embellishment."
"It makes people mistakenly think that the journey itself is more important. The growth gained in the Luna Cup competition and the friendship fought side by side with partners are priceless treasures."
"But I will say that the Cauldron of Dagda is real."
"The sacred vessel of abundance that can grant wishes is real."
"During the long journey of my life, I have been chasing it, trying to find it."
"Including revealing my heart to you this time is also to get closer to it. Your time is running out. You should start to be anxious. You will be nervous, start to sweat and bleed, and lose your mind."
"As long as I can get it, any problem will be solved. It's like cheating - it's like Ao Mingde got you."
"One more thing, just treat it as a snack in addition to the main course."
There are also several items in the box, including the wheel hub stamp with the production batch number, a bunch of hair, and a children's drawing.
Xueming recognized it——
——The wheel hub stamped with the production batch number is a part of Xiaoqi's car. A special vehicle that can run on the ring road needs maintenance, which means that Pellerini is actually very close to his life.
That bunch of hair smelled like a kindergarten teacher from Spring Flower Kindergarten, who was the head teacher of several children.
The last children's painting was drawn by Jiang Zheng himself. It was an excellent work and was published on the blackboard in the public area.
"This is not a threat, just sharing some life experiences."
"I have been by your side these past few years, trying to attack your family and get at your weak spots."
"The result is all in vain. Your alertness makes my scalp tingle and makes me feel a sense of loss that my intelligence is insufficient - the most I can do is touch these things."
"Give it to you now! Give it all back to you!"
"If they can mess with your mind, make you angry, and really disgust you, that's even better."
"What are you going to do next? Gunsmith!"
