"You're waiting for me right here. Looking at Xiao Xiao's inspection pistol, looking like he was ready to follow and desperately follow, Zuo Lin pressed Xiao Xiao's shoulder with his left hand, "I'm alone." ”

Less than stunned for a moment, said: "They, they have more than 20 ......"

"Enough. Give me 20 minutes. ”

Song Tao was not a person from the underworld, he started out in investment and finance. Later, I met a retired boss in a business that helped customers manage their finances, and gradually began to manage the boss's loan shark business. Song Tao, who has rich financial knowledge and good investment vision, has turned the loan shark business into a multi-channel and multi-level private credit. After the death of the boss, Song Tao officially entered the underworld with the connections accumulated over the years, he didn't want territory or any regular business, and only broke out with his own usury business. Song Tao, who likes to play with funds in the palm of his hand, found that the finance of the underworld is much more interesting than that of the formal financial field, and there are many fewer bad debts, and the investment tools are even more strange and endless. Since he started setting up a betting market a few years ago, he has gradually become a leader in this industry. Betting on the market has also become his biggest income item in recent years. However, Song Tao's underworld career is congenitally insufficient, and the other bosses have been tightly suppressing his strength. There is money, but the lack of manpower has become Song Tao's biggest shortcoming.

Song Tao's so-called company is in a villa in the suburbs. None of the company's employees had anything to do with the company's nominal work, but all sorts of thugs and killers. He couldn't recruit too many people, so with the exception of the highly-paid elite bodyguard troops, almost everything else was handled through mercenaries, and this was how Operation "Warning" was handled. On the one hand, he was accumulating more and more wealth, and on the other hand, he was suppressed by the bosses who were much poorer than him, but had territory and many subordinates, and he had long since developed a more extraordinary enthusiasm for rolling numbers. He is psychologically unbalanced, and anyone who gets in the way of his money is his enemy......

When the bodyguard told Song Tao that Zuo Lin was walking towards the villa alone, and the car that sent Zuo Lin was parked there and did not move, Song Tao felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart. really dealt with Yan Hokusai, he really didn't dare, he sent someone to move Yan Hokusai's bodyguards, and he regretted it now. On the spur of the moment, when he shouted to call several other bosses, he found that a few guys who were usually very arrogant were silent about Yan Hokusai, and he found out that something was wrong. His time in the underworld circle is too short, and his qualifications are too shallow, so it is naturally impossible to understand what kind of status Yan Beisai has in the rivers and lakes that can no longer be old.

Now, Zuo Lin himself has sent it to the door. Maybe Zuo Lin is very good at fighting, but Zuo Lin can fight more than 20 alone? According to the rules, since the other party has sent it to the door, if he is disabled, he can only blame himself. Break Zuo Lin's two hands, and the problem of the entire ball market handicap will be solved.

Since Zuo Lin dared to come to Song Tao's realm single-handedly, he naturally wouldn't worry about anyone here being able to hurt him. Now he may still not be able to deal with the full force of a guy of Insula's level, but ordinary people, no matter how strong they are, it is difficult to pose a threat to him. Indeed, under the premise that he could not use obvious spells in front of ordinary people, Zuo Lin lacked the means to protect himself in the face of bullets and other things. However, for the bullet to reach him, the person with the gun must be able to shoot in the right direction before he can put him down.

The moment Shi Shiran walked into the 20-meter range of the villa, the guys with guns could no longer threaten Zuo Lin at this distance.

"I speak on behalf of Elder Yan Hokusai. Zuo Lin said to the bodyguard at the door. The bodyguard wore headphones and was able to directly accept Song Tao's instructions.

"Put it in and beat it hard. Song Tao only said that and then turned off the walkie-talkie. Although he likes to use violence, he does not like to see or hear about it.

The doorman led Zuo Lin into the living room on the first floor of the villa. 9 thugs are already waiting here. And the doorman who politely opened the door for Zuo Lin all the way was the first to do it.

It didn't take much effort for Zuo Lin to dodge the hand knife that slashed at the back of his head. With a wave of his hands, six emerald green blades appeared between his fingers clenched into fists. Today, Zuo Lin specially selected some bamboo leaves, the slender, smooth-edged bamboo leaves are very suitable for cutting muscles and blood vessels after turning into long blades, the thin blades bring little pain, but great damage. As the long blade of his left hand slid over the guard's thigh, the long blade of his right hand stabbed towards the thug closest to him.

The thugs were a little flustered, and Zuo Lin, who was empty-handed just now, suddenly conjured 6 terrifying long blades, and they didn't even notice any movement from him.

The long blade pierced the thug's shoulder, and Zuo Lin's hand shook, and the thug immediately flew out screaming. If it weren't for Zuo Lin's subordinates who turned their wrists and raised the place where the long blades and the beard touched, I am afraid that the beard would be castrated raw, from the lower abdomen to the neck, the three long incisions spurted a large amount of blood, and the beard fainted directly.

leveled the doorman plus the 9 thugs in the hall, and it took less than 1 minute to go to Zuo Lin. Originally, Zuo Lin came to Liwei today, and there was no need to consider whether the means were merciful, but he didn't want to kill people, killing people in this kind of place was different from the deep mountains and old forests in Myanmar, and there were too many troublesome things. So, he chose not to kill anyone, not to cause permanent maiming to anyone, but with a strong shock method - bloodletting. Anyone who falls the knife must injure the opponent's artery, causing a lot of bleeding, and the wound must be of moderate size, and if the wound is large, it is easy to let the bleeding get out of control and die, and the wound is small and ineffective. Fighting while calculating carefully was an interesting experience for Zuo Lin. It's just that this fight was a little too bloody, a group of people were lying on the ground, blood gushing out of the wounds, quickly making the floor of the living room bright red and sticky, plus the blood droplets that were splashed everywhere just now, the visual effect was extremely amazing.

Da Da Da ...... The sound of submachine guns rang out, but the bullets fell on the couch. A long blade pierced the living room, pinning the gunman standing on the stairs to the wall, the wound-filled blade disappearing with a thud, blood gushing out.

Zuo Lin jumped hard, jumping directly from the living room to the stairwell on the second floor, and he projected the remaining 5 long blades out in turn with both hands, eliminating 3 people. After all, it's not feeling with your own hands, and the wounds of the three people are a little shallow. He conjured up 3 long blades casually, grabbed and cut the upper arm of a guy, and threw the guy down the living room, Zuo Lin rushed up the stairs and made up for the three guys just now.

The rest of the guys were trembling, and they stood at the door of the study with submachine guns in their hands. The muzzles of the black holes lined up are probably really scary, Zuo Lin was stunned for a moment. He let go of his left hand, and three long emerald green blades stabbed against the red pine floor, buzzing. The gunners suddenly felt dizzy, and they immediately subconsciously pulled the trigger.

Zuo Lin flashed a little embarrassed, and he crashed directly into the room on the side. The heavy wooden door made his shoulders hurt a little. Just now he sprinkled a handful of pollen mixtures that resembled incense. If the Qingzhu incense used to make Yan Yingxue fall asleep in the hospital is a good tranquilizer with five poisons and no side effects, then this pollen mixture, which Sun Lao called "Nightmare Incense", is the other extreme, in addition to making people dizzy and then causing coma, almost all of its power lies in the side effects, from causing mild but ultra-long-lasting diarrhea that has no cure to sweating to dehydration, etc., depending on each person's physique. Once you fall for the Nightmare Scent, I'm afraid you will never forget this feeling for the rest of your life. Hearing the sound of several people falling to the ground one after another, Zuo Lin stood up, walked over unhurriedly, and cut everyone to bleed.

After Zuo Lin kicked open the door of the study, he saw Song Tao, who was pale, calling for help. Song Tao saw Zuo Lin, hung up the phone tremblingly, and said with a sweaty face: "It's me who is wrong, I am not right, I plead guilty, spare me." I can compensate for all the losses......"

Zuo Lin shook his head and said, "Spread out your right hand and place your palm up on the table. ”

Song Tao could only do so.

From the pen holder on Song Tao's desk, Zuo Lin picked up the paper cutter and looked at it. The handle is ivory, and it is carved in the shape of a stone pillar of three lions. I don't know what material the blade is, but it has a sharpness that a paper cutter can't use at all.

That's a good collectible, Zolin thought. But the next moment, a paper cutter appeared on the table and nailed Song Tao's hand to the writing desk. Song Tao immediately let out a deafening, continuous scream.

The texture of the desk is really good, it is a dense sorrel wood, and the top with a thickness of 10 cm is made of solid materials. But now it has become Song Tao's most regretful choice. The blade of the 20-centimeter-long paper cutter has completely disappeared into the countertop, except for the thickness of a palm. What kind of strength and speed does this have to be? Seeing the blood flowing out of the blade, Song Tao didn't dare to move. He knew that he was not strong enough to draw the knife, and shaking the handle to loosen the combination of the knife and the table was a punishment for him. He glared at Zuo Lin's unhurried back viciously, and trembled and dialed the phone with his left hand for help.

Seeing Zuo Lin slowly walking out of the villa, covered in blood, Xiao was startled.

"I'm fine. Zuo Lin exhaled and said. "Call the police and an ambulance. ”

"The police are already on the way, just now Yan Lao called and asked me to take you away, and it will be fine if you don't meet the police. …… Ambulance?Is there anyone alive?" Xiao asked with some surprise as he pushed Zuo Lin into the car, started the car and hurried away. Seeing that Zuo Lin's clothes were almost soaked with blood, a bloody and murderous look, how could anyone still be alive?

For Xiao Xiao who regarded himself as a murderer, except for rolling his eyes, Zuo Lin couldn't make any other protests. He said, "None of them died! The ambulance went late and didn't know. Send me back to change my clothes and take a shower first, it's not appropriate to go back to the hospital like this. ”

Zuo Lin had no way of knowing how much of a sensation he caused when the news of his punishment of Song Tao spread. When the police arrived, they saw as if it was a slaughterhouse, the entire villa floor was almost red, and the air smelled of blood. That scene can be described as an exaggerated idiom like a bloody pestle, enough to be used as the scene of any horror movie thriller without adding any props. Regardless of the era, blood is the most powerful thing because it seems to remind everyone of the dangers that everyone can suffer.

A few minutes later, when the huge ambulance convoy arrived at the scene, they were even more horrified. All the guys lying on the ground who looked like corpses, all breathed and had a pulse, and not a single one died. Except for Song Tao in the villa, the blood of everyone else was put on the verge of death, but no one died. puncture, cut, penetrating, nonpenetrating, conservative, open...... But they all have a characteristic, that is, they can control the speed of bleeding while cutting at least one artery, and this precision is even more amazing to everyone.

Due to the "bloodshed", "violence" and incomprehensibility of the entire scene, both the police and the hospital that treated the half-dead blood-wasting guys quietly sealed off the documentation afterwards.

Song Tao in the study on the second floor is a little more complicated. Wanted to pull out the knife, no one of them could do it, wanted to break the handle of the knife and let Song Tao pull it out, but found that the knife that I don't know what material was abnormally strong and tough, with full strength, with the help of tools, but did not bend the paper cutter at even a small angle, just added a lot of pain to Song Taoping. Song Tao's pig-like howl continued for almost three hours, and it was not until the police borrowed an electric wire saw from a nearby furniture factory and cut off a piece of the countertop with a paper cutter that Song Tao was taken to the hospital. Although it was only a small wound, it was tossed for so long, and the blood that flowed out before and after almost emptied Song Tao.

Except for a few high-level public security officials, no one knew that it was Zuo Lin who did this. Those who were bloodletting, including Song Tao, were sternly warned not to divulge today's events to anyone. Their lives were left unexpected, who would dare to talk nonsense. In the underworld, the reputation of the "Blood Devil" began to spread. No one dares to underestimate Tsubame Hokusai anymore. Naturally, no one would have thought that this "blood devil" who has been rumored to be more and more exaggerated is actually the same person as the young man with a sincere smile who often sees on TV sitting on the turf of the stadium and reading a book.