Also staying up all night was Zhu Nujiao, who spent one night making a plan to travel through South America with minute by minute. The smuggling destination was Argentina in South America, and then along Argentina through the entire stretch of South America to Mexico, where it was smuggled back to the land of freedom and violence.

The temporary foothold that Yutou was looking for was not far from the city center, and when Zhu Nujiao finished the plan, it was already the time when the old merchant outside was shouting to collect the old goods. The air conditioning was turned on sufficiently, but the insulation on the top floor of the old community was very poor, and the blazing sun baked the whole house like a steamer. Zhu Nujiao was sweating, humming a little song while imagining the scene of Li Yundao being blown to pieces, such a scene had a pleasure that made her blood boil.

"Bell-bell-bell, collect old goods!" The old merchant's voice never left, but Zhu Nujiao didn't feel bored, opened the balcony door, and looked at the old merchant who was pushing a bicycle and the back seat was full of all kinds of miscellaneous things.

"Hey, what's the good stuff in your car?" Zhu Nujiao stuck her head out from the balcony and shouted to the old merchant downstairs who was standing in the shade of a tree and using a straw hat as a fan.

The old merchant glanced up at her, and said angrily: "What's the nerve, I'm a collector of old goods, not for sale!"

Zhu Nujiao beckoned to the old merchant: "You come upstairs, I have a lot of old goods at home, and I have sent them to you." ”

The old merchant was overjoyed when he heard this, turned off the loudspeaker and went upstairs. When I entered the house, I found that it was empty, and there was no old goods as the girl said. So the old merchant got a little angry and asked, "Didn't you say that there are a lot of things to give me?"

Zhu Nujiao pointed to herself with her chest towering high: "The thing is me!"

The old merchant swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva: "You...... Don't joke nonsense......"

Zhu Nujiao said while undressing: "Do you think I'm joking?"

The old merchant couldn't help but start to untie his belt, but the belt with cloth was too tight, and he finally lowered his head and unbuttoned it calmly, but when he raised his head, he saw a wrist-thick stick sweeping towards him.

Looking at the old merchant who had fainted with his head up, Zhu Nujiao clapped her hands: "I'm sorry, didn't you say that I was nervous? I'm really a psychopath!" She stripped off the old merchant's clothes, tied him to a chair again, and gagged his mouth with his stinky socks.

"There's no raw material, otherwise it's definitely more fun to blow you up than to burn you, boom!" she uttered an onomatopoeia, but the whole person seemed to be intoxicated by the huge blast blast of her own imagination.

After indulging for a long time, she woke up from a state of madness, looked at the old merchant in front of her who was tied up in confusion, and thought for a long time before remembering that she was just thinking about which way to kill the old merchant in front of her.

The old merchant also woke up, but he could only struggle to make a "hmm" sound. But his voice was so faint that almost no one could hear him, so he could only watch as the madwoman poured diesel fuel on her.

Zhu Nujiao is very serious when she does things, even if she just splashes diesel, she is still very serious. Even the corners of the room were poured with oil by her, and finally she said to herself, "This smells so good!"

The old merchant was already scared stupid, in his cognitive world, let alone met such a person, and he couldn't imagine that he would be so killed because of a random sentence of "what kind of nerves".

Making a simple time device is an easy thing for Zhu Nujiao, the head of a double master's degree. But the old merchant, who had a primary school diploma, was so shocked that he almost fainted when he saw that the terrible woman had made a very simple time-ignition out of cans, cotton ropes, and candles.

Zhu Nujiao also specially took some water to help the old merchant wipe the dirt off his face: "Everyone, they all came to this world innocently, and when they leave, they should be innocent, even if the filth of the soul can't be cleaned, this body must be washed and cleaned, even if you don't wipe your body, your face must be wiped clean, otherwise when you get to the underworld, what should you do if Lord Yama can't recognize you?"

The old merchant struggled, but to no avail, just stared in horror at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life, at this moment, no matter how beautiful it was, it was also a monster, otherwise how could it eat people?

Helped the old merchant wipe his face clean, it was almost noon, she stretched her waist for a long time: "Okay, I'm ready to go, well, you can be regarded as a farewell gift I left for the Jiangzhou Public Security Bureau!"

She casually took a photo with the temporary mobile phone prepared by the fish head and posted it on a local Internet forum in Jiangzhou, leaving only one sentence: At 20 o'clock tonight, the person with the original sin will go to see God! The person who paid the money was a native of Massachusetts.

She squatted in front of the old merchant whom she had never met before, and smiled as pure and bright as an angel: "In fact, death is not as terrible as you imagined, but the process is a little more painful, but only after experiencing this process, can you wash away your innate sin, can you ascend to heaven, and can you throw yourself into the arms of God." ”

The old merchant could tell this madwoman that she didn't believe in God, that she didn't need to embrace any God, and that there was an eighty-year-old mother waiting for her to go back to cooking. The old merchant struggled, but the more he struggled, the tighter the rope became, and at last the rope was almost embedded in his flesh.

When Zhu Nujiao was leaving, she left a sweet smile to the old merchant: "Farewell, Mr. who collected the old goods." ”

Zhu Nujiao's forum is very famous in Jiangzhou, and now that the traditional Internet has become an antique, some local Internet Vs in Jiangzhou are often active in this forum, since the beginning of the summer came to Jiangzhou, there is a group of long-term diving hackers in the forum, although they don't speak, but they have been paying attention to all kinds of public opinion in Jiangzhou, and regularly summarize sensitive events into the hands of Xia Chu, and then report to Li Yundao at the beginning of Xia. Xia Chu couldn't help frowning when he saw this picture, but when he saw that the inscription below was "Massachusetts", he kept an eye on it, and sent the picture directly to Li Yundao on WeChat: "Boss, this is someone just sent to our Jiangzhou forum, I studied the device in the picture, according to this, the cotton rope should be burned at about 20 o'clock tonight, and the person who was tied should be poured with accelerant liquid from the current observation." ”

When he received the WeChat picture, Li Yundao stood in front of the fish head. This was the first time that Fish Head had come face to face with the legendary young deputy mayor.

To be honest, even he had to admit that the young deputy mayor was far from the rumored murderous image, and if it weren't for the other party's identity, he would even feel that the young man in front of him was just an ordinary university lecturer or a company white-collar worker. And what surprised him even more was that the deputy mayor, who was rumored to have been killed, was standing alive in front of him at this time. This made Yutou feel very frightened, and it was hard for him to imagine how shocked Ding Kun and the crazy woman must have been when they learned the news.

"Are you the fish head?" Li Yundao looked at the man in front of him with a big head and a small body and bulging eyes, "Ding Kun's person?"

The fish head didn't dare to make a mistake at this time, just now it took less than ten seconds for Zhan Feng to lay down the six brothers beside him, and now the six stupid people are still lying on the ground humming, this is still the six good players he specially picked out for fear of Zhang Zhilong's revenge, but the good hands in his eyes are almost vulnerable in front of others.

"I ...... I'm a fish head...... What do you command, Mayor?" said the fish head, trying to be as careful as possible. When Cao Guojiu was alive, Yutou heard Uncle Guo say a sentence: People in the officialdom are darker than those who mix with the underworld, and the murder in the underworld is bloody, and the knife and pen in the official face, a pen and a mouth are enough to kill people invisibly.

Li Yundao smiled slightly: "I want to talk to you alone, is it okay?"

The fish head nodded hurriedly: "Yes, of course." ”

So Zhan Feng Feng carried out the six of Fish Head's men one by one, and only the two of them were left in the living room where Fish Head lived.

"Don't leave anything to chance. Li Yundao looked at the fish head and said word by word, "I know that you helped Zhu Nujiao, otherwise with her local network, it won't take a few months to figure out the rules of my life." I just want to ask, where the hell is she?"

Yutou pretended to be stupid and said: "Mayor, I really don't know, I just met that woman in the boss's office, and I haven't been in contact with it since." ”

Li Yundao suddenly changed his words, squinted at the fish head, and said softly, "Does Ding Kun know that you also have a name named Wan Chen?"

The fish's head and body shook, and a smile froze on his face: "You...... You...... What are you kidding?"

Li Yundao sat down on the sofa, lit a cigarette for himself, and slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke before he looked up at the fish head with a smile and said, "Do you think that after Huang Renyi was punished by two rules, no one will know about your affairs anymore?"

The strength of the fish head seemed to be instantly drained, and he reluctantly squeezed out a smile and said: "Director, we are all our own people, why bother to kill them all?"

Li Yundao squinted and smiled: "Yes, my own person, so where did you arrange Zhu Nujiao, can you say it?" Li Yundao turned on his mobile phone and put the picture in front of the fish head, "It's another human life, you think clearly, whether you want to be dragged into the water by her!"

Seeing the picture, the fish head was shocked into a cold sweat, cooperating with that woman, it was simply seeking skin with the tiger, and he woke up from the nightmare for a few days and nights, and he faintly felt that some of the things he had finally gotten rid of were likely to come to the door again, and now it was true.