Xiaoxia couldn't help but talk about the assassination in the mud field, and Qin Jiandan looked stunned.
"The mutated mosquitoes in the Dead Mud Field are very poisonous. If they bite your skin, your whole body may be paralyzed. Do you dare to go there and assassinate me?"
"Why, why don't you dare!" Xiao Xia also risked her life, "I put on the Miyamoto family's secret anti-mosquito ointment! And didn't the young master say that as long as I marry the young master, I will no longer pursue the crime of assassination! "
Qin Jiandan still didn't believe that Xiao Xia might indeed come to assassinate her to avenge her father's death, but he didn't remember proposing to Xiao Xia.
"That's enough. I'm going to commit an assassination. This kind of joke is not allowed. If Master finds out, he will definitely kill you."
"The task now is to rescue Chief Mu Yue, don't cause trouble. There is no audience for those "performances" Kazama taught you. Even if you perform close to me after you go back, I can turn a blind eye. Only one eye. "
Qin Jiandan continued to explore the village, leaving no room for Xiaoxia to continue discussing the matter.
Xiao Xia bit her nails behind Qin Jiandan's back angrily.
So cunning! The young master is pretending to be confused, and he is obviously playing with the pure girl's heart! As soon as I showed my unwillingness to be a kid, he immediately said that he would tell Qin Qi about the assassination and threatened a girl with death! Am I going to die if I don't give up my position as the eldest wife?
Does the young master simply like my body? If I exchange bodies for the benefit of the Luo Ying Group, what's the difference between me and the girl in the store? I really want to kill the young master... I really want to pull out the Shura Pills and Rakshasa Pills and stab them into the young master's back... But I will definitely fail and die worthless...
Calm down... you must calm down... The fact that the young master did not go to the store to choose a girl shows that his vision is quite high. I'm definitely the young master's type! In terms of dowry, not to mention the higher level of loyalty of the Luoying Team, the brain power of the staff officer Kazama should also be a selling point... What is the difference between me and the female police officer? Although she is the eldest lady of the Han family, the city police cannot control the outer city at all, and it is impossible for her to give up everything to become the young master's wife!
So - the young master allows me to be a child, provided that the policewoman is willing to marry! But maybe she doesn’t want to marry at all! In the final analysis, the young master is just playing tricks and asking me to accept the worst outcome in advance!
Thinking of this, Xiaoxia's mind suddenly brightened up, and she jumped up and down to catch up with Qin Jiandan from behind.
"Young Master, I understand! Then let's not mention this matter for now. You will know my benefits in the future!"
Qin Jiandan felt that Xiaoxia was moody and that there might be something wrong with her brain, and he didn't understand what "that thing" she was talking about meant.
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Under the hillside on the north side of the residential area, many cement pipes corroded by acid rain are half-buried in the soil.
This is a cemetery. Most of the villagers who died of poverty and illness were sent to the "corpse recycling center" in exchange for money. Occasionally, some relatives are reluctant to part with them, so they dig a shallow pit and bury them, and then insert broken cement pipes as tombstones.
There are empty graves under many cement pipes. Either people died without leaving a body at all, or the bodies were stolen and sold by neighbors...
The collector's wheelchair was pushed by a female assistant to the edge of the cemetery. The frail old man looked up at the hillside hut. There is still some distance between the cabin and the cemetery.
"That painter...Did Van Gogh paint here? The environment is better than I imagined."
The collector's wheelchair is the company's high-tech product. Not only can it automatically raise and lower its wheels to adapt to rough terrain, but it also has strong lighting on both sides of the armrests.
With the wheelchair at the center, the surrounding night cannot invade the light, but this also makes the collector a good sniper target.
The Collector was completely unfazed. Apart from the tall female assistant, there was only one other bounty hunter bodyguard beside him.
The "Nanny" was a stout man wearing a dark hat. He had one palm raised on his chest and his rough, fat lips were chanting something. The cuffs of his monk's robe have fluorescent green bright patterns, which strangely combine the dual feeling of antiquity and technology.
"Where's Donald? Let Donald come out." The collector snorted and said, "I know you are Van Gogh's agent. I just want to paint tonight, don't play tricks on me, or you will bear the consequences."
A gunshot and several screams came from the hut, and no one in the Collector camp showed surprise or fear.
"Sir, you, you are here early..." A member of the clown team came forward tremblingly, "Team Leader Donald said that the painting is not completed yet and needs to wait for another half hour."
"I'll only wait 10 minutes." The collector looked displeased. "Donald must be using the old method to torture artists again. His efficiency has been reduced, and he can't be a good agent."
The clown nodded repeatedly under the pressure. Because his feet slipped, it took him almost 5 minutes to return to the door of the hillside hut.
"Team leader, the collector is here early! He is urging..."
The scene in front of him made the clown's white face completely stiff - Van Gogh was shot in the head and fell to the ground dead, while Donald, the leader of the clown team, had a paintbrush inserted in his right eye socket, and blood was flowing down his cheek!
"Gaha! Gahahahahaha!" Donald was still laughing, his M1911 pistol shaking violently with his arm.
"Irony, so ironic! Van Gogh poked my eye with a paintbrush, and I killed him in anger! The painter who depicts despair finally fell into real despair. His last work, the final "finishing work" is me! Gahahahaha! "
The pain of having the paintbrush stuck in his eye was unimaginable, but Donald was in high spirits. He scratched the mixture of white powder and blood from his face with both hands, leaving behind horrific two-color finger marks.
"The cowardly and thin painter...how dared to fight back at me! I underestimated him! How ironic! Let the team members outside the village immediately carry out a large-scale siege. We must kidnap the collector so that the Han family has to agree to our conditions. !”
The clown opposite Donald was frightened to the core by the strange aura of the "Nanny" after having close contact with the Collector. The horror on Donald's face only intensified the fear in his heart.
"Team leader, the situation is not good today. Although only three collectors have fallen into the circle of 50 of us, they seem to be confident! Why don't we postpone the action for now and take you to the regeneration cabin to treat your eyes first..."
"Bang!" Donald raised his hand and shot, blasting the clown's head into a stain beside the door.
"How can my eyes be compared with the great achievements of the Nian Society!"
Donald held the pen holder in his eye socket. The smile on his lips was a mixture of extreme pain and madness. He suddenly pulled out the paintbrush together with the flesh and blood tissue!
"Gah! Gahahahaha!" Donald, whose eyes were filled with blood, turned to call to his other subordinates, "Everyone gather! Give me everything the clown group can fight! Don't be afraid of the masters around the Collector, in the face of real chaos Even a master can’t stand alone!”
"So what if the clown group is not a big group? Didn't the poor painter also hurt me? The collector will pay the price for underestimating us! Hahahaha! Remember! Don't be afraid of death, use whatever means necessary, and - Start massacring the village!"
