Director Meromell personally stood guard outside for me, and the whole factory was held high, and the sunlight shining through the broken glass was like a colorful sword of light, shining the dust in the air like a spirit dancing in the mortal world.

I walked into a small room in the corner with one hand on a death row inmate. There was a whining sound coming from his mouth, apparently Meromell had taped his mouth shut.

Because the legendary Devil's Foot has a peculiar fragrance, I decided to keep the death row prisoner in a relatively confined space, and then light a hard steel needle-like filament to see if it would make people hallucinate and die as the legend says. I lit the filament with a lighter, stuck it on the floor, and closed the door and left.

The other person was pierced directly into the carotid artery by me with a filament as thick as a hair, and to my surprise, the filament the length of the little finger was melted directly into the blood the moment it pierced into the carotid artery, and the death row prisoner did not react. I was ecstatic about this discovery, and if it worked, this silent and lethal assassination would definitely refresh the minds of killers and police officers.

The third person I chose to pierce the vein, the blood flow of the artery is too fast, if the seizure, the time of death will be very fast, so if I want to control the time of death, I choose to pierce the vein experiment.

The fourth person I originally wanted to put this thing into the water and feed it to him, but unfortunately this hard filament like a steel needle did not dissolve in water at all, so the fourth person I took off his hood and let him live a little longer.

The fourth man had his hood off and was looking at me with a roll of his eyes. Because his mouth was wrapped in duct tape, he couldn't speak. I had no interest in talking to such a heinous person, but sat quietly on an abandoned machine tool, smoking a cigarette and pinching my watch.

The first prisoner to fall ill was the one who had been stuck in the artery, and when I felt his body start to tremble, I immediately removed the hood from his head.

It was a young black man, his eyes were bloodshot, his mind was blurred, and he could even feel his heart as if it was going to burst at any moment. Because of the illusion of fear, the whole body convulsed. I pinched the time, and in less than an hour, the devil's foot inserted into the artery began to exert its power.

The second person in the room was the one who fell ill, and after two hours, the person in the room began to convulse, his eyes were wide as if he had seen a demon, and finally, he was frightened to death by the visions in his mind.

The third person had a very slow seizure, it took eight hours for the symptoms to begin to appear, and the time from the onset of symptoms to death was as rapid as that of arteries and smoke, only five or six minutes, and the symptoms of death were the same as myocardial infarction.

For most of the day, I asked Director Meromell to send someone to bring food and a first aid kit. After eating and drinking, I took a filament and inserted it into the artery of the last living death row inmate.

The death row inmate struggled in horror when he saw the strange way his companion died. I quickly pierced his artery and said with a grin: "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt, when you die, your organs will also appear on the international organ black market." ”

The prisoner had a quicker seizure, apparently fearing the speed of the bloodstream, and in less than half an hour he had the symptoms of a heart attack, and I quickly took out the injection of the heart emergency and pushed it directly into his heart, as expected, once this thing began to work, the first aid medicine could not save his life either.

I walked out of the building and shook hands with Melomele, who was sitting in the car.

"These four bodies still have to trouble you to go back and do an autopsy, I need to report, the more detailed the better. It's a good idea to dissect their brains and then test the thickness of their heart's blood vessel walls. ”

Chief Meromell nodded, the person who could be friends with the top leader of the South African military was definitely not offended by his little Cape Town Regional Police chief.

After the experiment, I immediately drove back to Johannesburg day and night in a new supercar that Merandu had given me. Intelligence suggests that the Japanese have completed their procurement and are about to set off for the impoverished and chaotic Central Africa.

Halfway through the drive, I received a call from Meilandu. After telling me the data of the autopsies of the four death row inmates, I couldn't help but sneer in my heart when I hung up the phone, these people will be the sacrifice of my latest killer weapon.

I carried my backpack back to the top floor of the hotel lobby like a tourist, and I could still feel two surveillance eyes following me as I passed through the lobby, but unfortunately the object of these bodyguards wanted to protect could no longer see the sun tomorrow morning.

At one o'clock in the morning, when the whole of Johannesburg fell into a deep sleep, I rappelled down from the roof of the building, as I had done last time, unscrewed the screws on the window, sneaked into the room, and began to carry out the assassination by name, according to the room number given to me by the spy officer. All the researchers silently pierced the artery with strange filaments, this thing was simply an evil thing, and after piercing it, the thin little eye healed instantly.

An hour and a half later, when I started to withdraw from the last room, someone was already having a seizure. In the darkness, I could see their eyes wide open in fear, futile touching their already infarcted hearts, and their mouths wide open to say goodbye to this world and end their filthy lives.

I sneered, without the slightest pity. If it weren't for this new assassination tool, the souls of these people would all be absorbed into it, and they would never be able to live forever.

At six o'clock in the morning, the police lights flashed downstairs throughout the hotel, and a yellow cordon was set up all around.

At 10:00 a.m., when I took the elevator to the restaurant on the second floor for breakfast, there were fifty or sixty policemen standing in the lobby of the hotel. Wearing masks and white coats, forensic doctors and police officers carried the bodies out of the body bags and put them in the car, so many so many that the police finally had to dispatch a modified bus to pull the body back for an autopsy.

"There is an authoritative scientist in Japan in the field of genetics and biochemistry named Kodukatsu, but if you kill him on this trip, I believe that Japan's biochemical research will definitely fall into a state of stagnation. "Thinking of what General Rahman had said to me, I secretly wrote down the name, and one day if I found an opportunity, I would surely let him die without a place to bury.

So many people died in the hotel at once, and there were already reporters dressed as tourists who quietly slipped in to shoot and interview, and after being discovered by the security guards, they smashed the camera and blasted it out. I looked down on the second floor, and I also saw a Taoist chief wearing a traditional Chinese Taoist costume carrying a peachwood sword on his back and preparing to open the altar, thinking that the owner of this hotel had found it.

Sunlight streams through the hotel's glass façade and I squint at the benches in the smoking area, enjoying the warm African sunshine. All of a sudden, a beautiful feeling suddenly rose in my heart.

To be able to kill these Japanese mongrels with your own hands is really a great joy in life!