No diamonds, no porcelain work.

Zhang Fan dared to come alone, so he naturally had his confidence.

He took the eight-turn immortal beans obtained by the system lottery, and his strength was terrifying, coupled with the fact that Qiuqiu was taken away by them, which greatly aroused Zhang Fan's killing intent.

In their eyes, those people had already become corpses, and Zhang Fan naturally would not show mercy to his subordinates.

On the way, Zhang Fan exchanged the daddy value for an eight-turn immortal bean, swallowed it, and his strength went to the next level.

In addition, the system also released a temporary mission: [Save your daughter Qiuqiu, at all costs].

Reward: Children Raise Dan.

Zhang Fan didn't know what the Child Cultivation Pill was, but he knew that the behavior of those people not only aroused Zhang Fan's killing intent, but also aroused the anger of the system.

can't even stand the system, which shows how angry Zhang Fan is.

After taking an eight-turn immortal bean again, Zhang Fan clearly noticed a significant change in his body.

If the last time he took the Eight Zhuan Immortal Beans only tightened his muscles, then this time, Zhang Fan felt that his flesh had become an iron lock, dense layer by layer, as if the density of the human body suddenly became dense.

For example, if the density of the same object suddenly increases, the hardness will also increase, and the same will happen to the human body.

After that, Zhang Fan made two more phone calls, to Qin Duxue and Yu Fei respectively, asking them to help send people over.

As for himself, he single-handedly killed in front of Master Bao Mo Ying.

Master Bao Mo Ying wanted to kill Zhang Fan, why didn't Zhang Fan want to kill Master Bao Mo Ying?

So, as soon as he made a move, he crushed Master Bao's arm bones.

His arms hung down softly, and the sweat of beans appeared on Master Bao's forehead, and his lips were pale, as if he was in great pain.

"Can't stand it?" Zhang Fan sneered, and on his thin lips, a bloodthirsty arc was raised.

The next moment, Zhang Fan grabbed Master Bao's hair, just carried Master Bao's head like this, and slammed it into the machine of the assembly line.

"Bang ......"

Zhang Fan's eyes were full of murder, and he hit more than a dozen times in a row.

Every blow is full of hatred and murderous intent, and it is heavier and more ruthless.

During the impact, Master Bao struggled at first, but gradually, the strength of the struggle gradually decreased, and finally he was completely motionless.

Blood splashed, flesh and blood flying, a generation of Xingyi boxing masters were killed by Zhang Fan like this, and the ending was embarrassing.

After hitting more than a dozen times in a row, Zhang Fan stopped, looked at Master Bao, who had lost his breath, he slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and said to himself: "This is for Qiuqiu." ”

After the words fell, Zhang Fan turned around slowly, his eyes stared at Mo Ying like a wolf, even though Mo Ying was very beautiful, but in Zhang Fan's eyes, it was still a red and pink skeleton.

Mo Ying was stunned, things were completely different from what she expected.

She had thought that the situation would be devastating, but shouldn't it be Master Bao who was destroying the withering and decaying? How could it be this man?

In an instant, Mo Ying's whole body was cold, like falling into an ice cave, and there was a trace of regret in his heart.

Zhang Fan walked towards her silently, his eyes were always staring at her indifferently, as cold as looking at another corpse.

In fact, there is a kind of beast nature hidden in every man's heart, and if you touch it against the scales, this beast nature will be released.

Now Zhang Fan has changed his previous amiable temperament and has become bloodthirsty.

Escape!

This is Mo Ying's only thought at this moment, he doesn't want to think about it, he turns around and runs.

The killer is not a martial arts master, and if he can't kill with one blow, he has to escape. Mo Ying is even more of a cautious person, and when he sees that Master Bao is not this man's opponent, he is not an opponent.

Zhang Fan laughed cruelly, and his cold voice echoed in the quiet factory.

"Run, where can you run to?"

When the words fell, he chased after him.

The Killer doesn't have much of the ability to fly through walls, and spends most of his time running on the ground. It's just that there is a lack of everything in the factory, and it is not that there is no shortage of a stack of batteries. But even so, Zhang Fan still firmly locked on Mo Ying.

Night gradually fell, two black figures swept past like afterimages, no matter how hard Mo Ying tried to escape, Zhang Fan still followed her like a ghost.

Mo Ying glanced back, but found that the distance between the two was constantly narrowing, his heart beat violently, and he smelled a hint of death.

Her eyes flashed with the absoluteness of not succeeding.

"Die!"

Mo Ying turned around suddenly, and the dagger in her hand stabbed quickly, she didn't believe that Zhang Fanneng didn't react at all when she suddenly shot at such a fast speed.

Zhang Fan did react, but his reaction was not to dodge, but to meet him with a hideous smile.

"Look for death!" Mo Ying's eyes flashed with a crazy look, and he dared to be tough in this situation, it was tired.

She seemed to have seen the picture of Zhang Fan being stabbed through the body with a knife, and blood gushing like a spring.

What is the biggest compliment for being a killer?

It's not money, it's not status, it's not a trumped-up killer ranking, it's the desperate and frightened expression of the deceased before he dies.

Bang –

However, at the moment when Mo Ying was about to stab Zhang Fan's head, a cone pain in her wrist suddenly spread to her whole body, and after that, her wrist was broken and was held in Zhang Fan's hand.

Crackling -

With the terrifying force, the wrist of the latter who was pinched directly changed shape, and the sound of bones popping sounded like fried beans.

Holding Mo Ying's wrist, Zhang Fan did not stop, but turned her wrist one hundred and eighty degrees, and the dagger stabbed at Mo Ying's chest at a faster speed.

"No-" Mo Ying struggled desperately with despair in his eyes, but Zhang Fan's hand was like an iron gate, firmly grasping her hand.

Puff –

Without any suspense, the short knife stabbed into Mo Ying's body, and hot blood gushed out like a fountain.

However, Zhang Fan did not pull out the knife, so there was no extra blood left except for the heavy bleeding when he was just stabbed in.

Zhang Fan glanced at Mo Ying indifferently, and under Mo Ying's surprised gaze, he picked up Mo Ying, who had lost her combat effectiveness, helped her to sit down under a big tree outside the factory, and said lightly: "Hold on, endure the pain, it'll be fine for a while." ”

After the words fell, Zhang Fan planned to tear off his clothes and bandage her, but after hesitating, he still didn't tear his clothes.

"Thorn-"

Zhang Fan tore off Mo Ying's clothes, which frightened Mo Ying and said in horror: "What do you want to do?"

"Shut up. Zhang Fan glanced at her like a dead man and said coldly.

It turned out that it was Mo Ying who thought too much, and Zhang Fan just tore off her clothes and bandaged her.

Except for spraying it before, he didn't bleed too much, and he was bandaged by Zhang Fan again, so Mo Ying couldn't die for a while.

This made Mo Ying breathe a sigh of relief, but he soon wondered again, what did this man want to kill himself and bandage himself?

"Alright. After the bandaging was completed, Zhang Fan slowly stood up, looked at Mo Ying condescendingly, and said, "Now you can tell me where my daughter is." ”

As soon as these words came out, Mo Ying finally knew why Zhang Fan injured himself and wanted to save himself again, Master Bao was dead, and he wanted to leave a living mouth for interrogation.

Mo Ying's pale pretty face was indifferent and didn't say a word.

Bang Bang Bang -

At this time, the sky was not beautiful, it was actually raining, Zhang Fan muttered: "It's raining." ”

After a pause, he looked at Mo Ying again and said, "I don't have time to accompany you in the rain, you hurry up and tell me where the ball is!"

"......" Mo Ying was still indifferent.

"I ask again, where is my daughter?"

Zhang Fan stared at Mo Ying expressionlessly.

The rain gradually became heavier, and the rain dripped into Zhang Fan's eyes, but he didn't blink, just looked at her indifferently.

The reason why he asked directly was that he was really worried about Qiuqiu, and secondly, because he would keep his mouth shut after eating Mo Ying to death, and then he could naturally torture her.

Even Zhang Fan thinks she is very black, but maybe she knows?

"Say!Where's Qiuqiu!" Zhang Fan grabbed Mo Ying's collar, the faces of the two were very close, and under the backdrop of the rain on his face, Zhang Fan's face looked extremely hideous.

Ink Eagle didn't struggle, and he didn't shout.

As a competent killer, Mo Ying has an extremely good professional quality, and she will not easily say who is behind it.

No matter how Zhang Fan tortures her!

Seeing that Mo Ying looked like he was sworn to die and would rather die than give in, Zhang Fan grinned, and gently pressed the knife in one hand to Mo Ying's cheek, the cold dagger with the cold unique to metal, and the ink eagle shivered.

Suddenly, Zhang Fan stabbed Mo Ying in the mouth.

Crackling -

The sharp dagger directly scraped off all of Mo Ying's teeth, and it was very dexterous to dodge the softest and most sensitive tongue, blood and water mixed with broken teeth overflowed from Mo Ying's mouth, and the painful Mo Ying's body trembled.

Zhang Fan smiled and said: "Do you think my question is stupid, so you can not answer me? I also feel stupid, I know that you won't say that I still asked, but you have to understand that I have ten thousand ways to make your life worse than death, and now, I just chose the gentlest way." ”

Looking at Zhang Fan's Gujing Wubo's eyes, Mo Ying's body trembled subconsciously, I don't know why, looking at Zhang Fansenran's eyes, she had a feeling of hairiness in her heart.

"Do you have handcuffs? or rope. Zhang Fan asked indifferently.

"What do you want to do?" Mo Ying asked vigilantly, if Zhang Fan killed her with a knife, she wouldn't feel afraid, but Zhang Fan didn't kill her, which made Mo Ying's heart feel bottomless.

Seeing that there was nothing around, Zhang Fan was a little disappointed, but quickly thought of a solution: "It doesn't matter if you don't have it, I can break your legs, so you can't run." ”

As he spoke, Zhang Fan aimed at Mo Ying's knee, which frightened Mo Ying and suddenly shuddered, what is sieving chaff, now it is!

"No, you can't break my leg, you might as well kill me-" Mo Ying yelled miserably, she began to envy Master Bao a little, he died so simply.

Sometimes, death is a kind of happiness that you can't.

"Kill you?nonono, that's too cheap for you. Zhang Fan shook his finger and grinned: "I said, as long as you don't say it, I have 10,000 ways to make your life worse than death, now, it's just the beginning." ”

Zhang Fan stretched out two fingers and said, "I want you to have two legs, and we'll talk about it after it's broken." ”

As he spoke, Zhang Fan took a thick and long steel bar from the warehouse and walked slowly towards Mo Ying.

"No, I say, I say, I say it all. Mo Ying's face was distorted, angry, unwilling, hateful, and finally all turned into horror, she was not afraid of death, but she was afraid of being knocked off her legs, and she couldn't end up with a whole corpse when she died.

"I'm just acting on orders, I'm responsible for taking your daughter, and then naturally someone will take over, I'll take the money, as long as I'm responsible for killing you. ”

"It's really an insult to the killer industry that a person like you is still a killer, but I like a weak person like you. Zhang Fan said with a smile, and then put down the steel bar.

Just as Mo Ying breathed a sigh of relief, Zhang Fan's lowered hand suddenly raised again, and smashed it more vigorously into the knee of one of Mo Ying's legs.

Click!

It was the sound of bones shattering, followed by the heart-rending sound of the ink eagle.

"Ahh

She almost fainted in pain, her eyes were pitch black, her face could no longer tell whether it was rain or sweat, her long hair was messy, and she couldn't feel it on one thigh.

"I'm sorry, I still smashed it, do you know why I smashed it?" Zhang Fan said with a bright smile, but that smile was so cold in Mo Ying's opinion.

"Because of your answer, I don't accept it. Zhang Fan said.