Originally, I could do this kind of thing with Hu Jin and Cai Liang, and the reason why I came here with two identical vans was to prevent there from being a surveillance camera at the main entrance of the "Dynasty".

After throwing the island killer wrapped in a sheet into the car, I motioned for the van to depart in the opposite direction from us.

Hu Jin said that there was a place suitable for interrogation near the urban-rural junction where he and Jiang Hong had previously opened a hairdresser, and I was a little dumbfounded after taking us there, which actually took us directly to a small private slaughterhouse.

Hu Jin probably had a good relationship with the owner of the slaughterhouse, and after giving him a few hundred yuan, the boss with a big shaved head locked the door of the slaughterhouse from the outside, and said happily to us, just toss, no one will disturb us.

I asked Hu Jin, is this person insured?

Hu Jin nodded and said, don't worry, have a lifelong friendship with me.

What is the specific relationship between the two, Hu Jin didn't say, and I didn't ask any more deeply, it is estimated that it is another legend, after all, everyone will always have a little secret on their body more or less.

I directly kicked the island killer out of the car, Brother Lun and four or five brothers surrounded the grandson "Bang Bang" is a fierce kick, Hu Jin said gloomily, I'll go find some tattoo tools, today I will show you the most cruel fire pattern in tattoos.

The killer of the island country wrapped in a sheet was beaten by Brother Lun and their low "woo", Brother Lun kicked it too much, so he picked up a flat pole from the side and beat his son as if he had to "pounce...".

After beating for about five or six minutes, Brother Lun handed the flat pole to the brother next to him and said, "Fight to death, now that you have been convinced, you will be asked later."

Then he took off the hood from his head, panted and walked up to me and said, the little devil's bones are quite hard, and he didn't even say a word of begging for mercy after fighting for so long.

I smiled and handed him a cigarette and said, this grandson guesses that he can't speak Chinese.

"Then teach him what to say. Brother Lun walked over with a cigarette in his mouth, snatched the flat shoulder and said, jumped up and hit the killer hard and roared, shouting Grandpa, I won't beat you!

After a few more hard strokes, the island killer whimpered and shouted, Grandpa, Grandpa, don't beat me!

Brother Lun wiped the beads of sweat on his head and handed me the flat burden, and pointed at the killer's head, "Bang Bang" is two feet, spit and scolded, my grandfather won't beat you, but your other grandfathers haven't agreed yet.

I took the pole, crouched down in front of the island killer, lifted the sheet over his head, smiled and asked him, remember if I was Mr. Tourist.

The killer of the island country had blood all over his face, shook his head in panic, and pleaded in stiff Mandarin, did you recognize the wrong person? I am just an ordinary tourist from the island country, could it be that the call girl just now was your friend? I am not willing to compensate.

I saw that this grandson was still pretending to be stupid with me, slapping his round arm in his face, turning around and waving his hand at Brother Lun, and several brothers surrounded the killer "crackling" and beating him again, I observed from the side with cold eyes.

On the surface, the basket wailed and screamed, but in fact, there was no fear in his eyes, and even showed a trace of disdain, after thinking about it carefully, I understood this truth, since the other party dared to run from the island country to assassinate me, it must have been trained, Brother Lun, they seem to be fierce and violently, in fact, it should be similar to tickling him, at least it didn't cause much damage, and his ability to resist beating is definitely not ordinary.

A few minutes later, Hu Jin came over with a small cart with a wheel, which was the most common kind of meat shelf in the market, and at the bottom was a flat board, on which were placed several bloodstained butcher knives and boning knives, and on top there was a row of iron hooks hanging from pigs' heads, and the corners of the hooks were particularly sharp.

"Aren't you going to tell the truth?" Hu Jin asked the killer in a soft tone.

The killer shook his head and replied, I'm really just an ordinary tourist, the hotel travel bag has my letter and passport, you can go and check, you shouldn't be the wrong person, right?

I pinched my nose and sneered, I don't know if it's because your eyes are not good, or if my memory is biased, a few days after the incident happened this time, you don't remember me?

Hu Jin sneered and said, since the little third master is sure that it is this loss, then there is no need to talk nonsense with him, wait for me to tattoo a rooster fighting centipede on his body, and the brothers will hang this distinguished guest of the island country on the meat hook for me.

A few brothers lifted up Nojiri Shiro and put it on the board, Hu Jin held a sharp meat cleaver, gently cut the sheet wrapped around him, and prepared to hang Nojiri Shiro on the meat hook, at this time Nojiri Shiro suddenly moved, struggled to get up, and smashed Hu Jin's face door with a punch, Hu Jin's reaction was not unpleasant, and the meat cleaver in his hand was blocked in front of his face, and Nojiri Shiro's fist smashed on the knife.

Hu Jin took advantage of the situation to kick him off the board, the grandson took advantage of the situation to pull his legs and was about to run to the door, the speed was terrifying, I picked up the glass bottle next to it and threw it over, the bottle fell to the ground and cracked into pieces, Nojiri Shiro fled forward barefoot, one stepped on the glass shards carelessly, the soles of the feet were full of blood, and the speed couldn't help but slow down a lot.

Hu Jin ran over in three steps and two steps, and a dashing "high whip leg" kicked Nojiri Shiro in the face, and the little devil was kicked by him and fell to the ground with a "poof".

Grabbing his hair with one hand, he threw garbage back into the yard, Hu Jin hugged his hands in front of his chest and sneered and said, "Look at the posture, you are very unconvinced, come on! Let's knock one-on-one, don't you little devils believe in the spirit of bushido? Let's gamble, if I win you, you honestly confess, if you win me, we will send you away, OK?

Nojiri Shiro's face was covered with blood, he looked extremely embarrassed, he was panting with his back bent, and his hands were slightly raised to make a gesture, probably because of the injury to the soles of his feet, and he moved a little staggering.

The two looked at each other as if they were martial arts masters on TV, as if they were looking for each other's loopholes.

Hu Jin lazily held a weed, put his hands behind his back, and said to Nojiri Shiro twice, Okay, don't stare at me, what about meeting me?

Nojiri Shiro still stood in place with a guarded face, Hu Jin coughed dryly, and spit out a mouthful of sticky phlegm to the opposite side, and Nojiri Shiro hurriedly dodged to the side.

Hu Jin jumped over like an agile cheetah, and smashed his nose with a punch, Nojiri Shiro reached out to resist, who knew that it was just a false shake, in fact, the real killing move was concentrated in another fist, smashing his lower abdomen, and then jumped up and bent an elbow blow to Nojiri Shiro's temple.

The little devil fell heavily to the ground, probably fainted, he shook his head, spit bloody spit, staggered up, Hu Jin swept him down with another whip leg, shook his head and said, the level is too poor, just this ability to learn to be a killer?

Nojiri Shiro struggled to get up from the ground, but after a long time of hard work, he couldn't succeed, and lay face down on the ground "humming" for a long time.

Hu Jin stepped on the back of the little devil and snorted softly: "Men should count when they speak, don't insult your bushido spirit!"

Shiro Nojiri was silent for a few seconds and then said, "Onigumi!" I was ordered by the leader of the oni group to carry out this assassination order in your country, and the oni group not only assigned me alone, but at least three others, and that's all I know.

"Ghost group?" Hearing this familiar word, I tried my best in my mind, and suddenly remembered that the old man who was abolished by Hu Jin on No. 5 Street had once shouted, "What kind of ghost group is his second son?" "Could it really be the killer found by those people?

Hu Jin looked up at me and asked for my opinion, I pondered for a few minutes and nodded and said, let him go, he is just a pawn.