Black Toyota domineering off-road vehicle, walking fast on a dirt road, smoke and dust flying wantonly, the climate here is a little humid, looking out through the car window, the fog is shrouded, from time to time a few crows fly by, there are bursts of miserable wow wow screams, people can't help but numb.

The car stopped in front of a thatched house, and the group got out of the car, and a few men armed with submachine guns walked out of the thatched house, and said to Zhang Haoha: "Brother Hao is good!"

"Well, that's good," Zhang Hao said with a sneer on his face, "Where are the people?" ”

A few of his subordinates only promised, and after a while, a man with a black hood was surrounded by a group of vicious people and staggered out.

Zhang Hao took off the man's hood, and his eyes exuded a murderous aura: "Boy, today next year will be your death day." ”

It was a man of about thirty years old, medium height, he was tied with a rope in his backhand, and he couldn't move at all, but he looked up to the sky and sneered: "Come on! Give me a good time! Lao Tzu is dead, and he can be regarded as a martyr! Hahaha!"

"Hey, hey, hey," Zhang Hao took a slow step forward and patted his little face: "As a drug lord, how could I let you die so easily?"

A few subordinates behind him smiled gloomily: "Brother Hao, some time ago, didn't you want to say that you want to be a person's *skin* mask? ”

Zhang Hao heard the reminder of his subordinates, the corners of his mouth hooked a cold smile, he walked up to the person, and sighed regretfully: "Alas, brother, you said that you are not doing well, you have to be an undercover policeman? ”

When the man heard this, he frowned, as if he had made up his mind, raised his head and chest, and said angrily: "In the next life, I will be an undercover policeman!" Between his eyebrows, there was a fearless temperament.

Zhang Hao clapped his hands, and several of his subordinates lifted out a pair of red iron frames from the thatched house, on which a raging fire was still burning, and a regular soldering iron was hung on it, and the whole body was red, which should have been prepared for a while.

"Just look at how I slowly tortured you to death. Zhang Hao walked to the iron frame and picked up the soldering iron, and the murderous aura on his face became more and more intense.

The miserable cry of "Ah......" sounded along with the sound of the meat being scalded, and the throat of the undercover policeman let out a terrible scream.

"you! Let you be a policeman! Do you dare to be an undercover agent?!" Zhang Hao's facial features are hideous, like a devil from hell, he holds a red soldering iron in his hand, and he is locked in the private *private* part of the undercover agent, and the undercover agent is in a cold sweat of pain, and he screams constantly.

This kind of torture, several subordinates around are also uncomfortable, torturing the man's private *private*, they are the first time to see these little shrimps, looking at Zhang Hao's incomparably distorted face now, they all feel in their hearts that this drug lord is really too cruel.

Seeing the sizzling sound of the soldering iron pressing on the private part of the undercover agent, a wicked smile flashed across the corner of Zhang Hao's mouth, he didn't want to kill this undercover agent so easily.

"Brother Hao, the peeling knife is a little rusty, and the brothers are sharpening it. A shirtless subordinate leaned into Zhang Hao's ear and said.

"It's okay, what I have is time. Zhang Hao patted the face of the undercover agent, and said with a smile: "Who sent you here?" Say it, I can give you a large amount of settling-in money, and I can spare your life. ”

The undercover agent was now tied to a tree, he heard that this group of outlaws were going to skin himself, and knew that he would definitely die this time, he saw Zhang Hao's pupils, exuding a vicious luster, gritted his teeth, and a trace of bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes: "Go dream! Phew! When I die, I will definitely turn into a terrible ghost, and I will definitely not let you beasts go, I will drink your blood, eat your flesh, pick your skin, and draw your tendons......"

"Hahahaha!" Zhang Hao seemed to hear a joke, and laughed wildly, his laughter echoed in everyone's ears, feeling like a devil was laughing miserably.

"How dare you be so rampant?!" The shirtless subordinate took out a small hammer and smashed it against the undercover agent's mouth, only to listen to the "dang", the undercover agent's mouth was immediately bloody and blurred, all the teeth in his mouth were smashed, and blood flowed happily.

His blood fell to the ground drop by drop, and for a short time, the drop of blood gathered into a small pool of blood.

"Brother Hao, the knife is sharpened, do you want to peel it?" asked the shirtless man who stepped forward.

Zhang Hao glanced at the knife in front of him, exuding a trace of cold cold, he waved his big hand, and his meticulous subordinates immediately took a few steps forward, holding the knife in his hand, and stabbed it fiercely.

With a cold knife hiss, it quickly stabbed the back bone of the undercover agent, directly cutting the skin in half, and the undercover agent immediately turned black in front of him, and his painful mouth opened directly, and he fainted directly, and there was no longer a trace of breath.

With a knife pulled out, blood splattered, Zhang Hao was afraid that the blood would splash on himself, so he took a few steps back.

The torture continues, and the knife slowly separates the undercover agent's skin and muscles......

Zhang Hao watched the undercover agent being skinned like a poultry, and the scene of blurred flesh and blood made him a little excited, he turned his head and said to Huang Jiali: "Haha, Sister Carrie, I think take his flesh and skin to every brother to visit, let them know that this is the end of betraying me!"

Huang Jiali frowned, and said coldly: "Zhang Hao, let me tell you, don't do things too much!" As soon as the words fell, she quickly pulled out the pistol on Zhang Hao's waist and directly pressed it against Zhang Hao's forehead.

"Sister Carrie, don't get me wrong," Zhang Hao restrained his emotions a little, he realized that the other party was not joking at all, and roared loudly: "I don't mean anything else, I just want to tell you how rigorous I am in doing things, I won't drag the mud and water, I will do whatever it takes to safeguard our common interests! I know, you will think that people like me have no humanity, but someone has to die, I don't want them to love me, I just want them to be afraid of me!"

Huang Jiali was unmoved, obviously this words did not move her, she clenched the pistol, ready to pull the trigger at any time and break Zhang Hao's head.

"Okay, you listen to my explanation," Zhang Hao couldn't help but ooze some cold sweat on his back: "He is a policeman, or an undercover agent, not long ago, he led people to ruin my business, arrested dozens of my brothers, and killed my two brothers, I lost 50 million US dollars!"

Hearing this, Huang Jiali put down the gun in her hand and said coldly: "Zhang Hao, I just want to tell you, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, you are too flamboyant in doing things, I knew this, I should have cooperated with other drug lords." With that, she threw the pistol to the ground and walked towards the black Toyota Bully SUV without looking back.

Zhang Hao breathed a long sigh of relief and loudly scolded his subordinates: "A group of useless things! Bury this person, don't leave any traces!"

"Got it, Brother Hao. A few of his men patted their chests.