Ignoring the taunts, Chadjema Kaya hummed in a low voice. There was a light cough, and the room was immediately silent. He said: "Do you think that killing some ordinary Chinese is an extra move? But do you think that not looking for the direct murderer of the Chinese secret service is not at all avenging your own disciples?

Hodi, someone stood up. He said in a deep voice, "That's right, Master Kaba. The fundamental purpose of our people gathering here is to find the Chinese secret service, just to take revenge. Kill ordinary people, huh, what's it?"

"Master Vortex Woyi is an upright person, and the people around him are also upright, not bad, not bad. That's good. Then the old man asks you. How do you go to the Secret Service? Do you know where their headquarters are? Even if you do, what can you do? Break in? No, no, you're not that stupid. Assassination? How many people are there in the Chinese Secret Service, and have you done all the assassinations? Have you killed them all? Are you a fake member of the Secret Service? Eat dry food? As a representative of the Vortex Cloth Master, what kind of impact will you have on him in the international community? Have you thought about all this? Hmm? My demon god Bora, Mr. Yegang?"

"This?"

"Stupid—stupid!" said Kaya, whose voice was still not loud, and it felt like his lips were moving slightly, but the sound of the sound in the ears of everyone in the room shook their heads, their faces turned white, and hot liquid flowed out of their nostrils. Ye Gang even took two steps back, and the Borneo body did not block the Sanskrit sound from entering his brain.

"When we people enter China openly and enter their capital, we are telling the Chinese secret service that we have come. And what we are here for, the people of the Chinese secret service are also very clear. They won't be defenseless, and even now, the old man dares to assure that their men are still watching nearby. They are waiting, analyzing, speculating that they don't sleep well and eat well. When do we do it, how do we do it, and in what way. But they were doomed to disappointment, because we were never ready to do it. Never thought of going into trouble with the Secret Service!"

"Don't do it?" This time it wasn't one or two people who were in a hurry. Everyone stood up anxiously and left their seats. The expression is agitated and angry. Except for the people brought by Chadjema Kasya. Thirteen Dharma Protectors, thirteen people are distributed around the room, like wooden stakes, more like unconscious dead people. However, the twenty-six blue eyes were like leaping flames.

"Yes, don't do it, tomorrow as planned, a press conference will be held as planned. Receiving believers and answering questions from reporters. Three days later, I waited for everyone to return home. ”

"Master, you are resourceful, please make it clear. I'll be cooperative. The thin black monk, one of the three ascetics, folded his palms together and asked with a slight bow. The other two old monks with the same appearance and the same black and thin also stood up and folded their feet.

"Three masters, please take a seat, all of you, the old man has summoned you here tonight to reveal this. ”

When the agitated and resentful people come back to you, sit down. Chazhima Kaye spoke slowly, but a chill began to emerge from the slow tone of his voice. If it plummets in the middle of winter, it makes people involuntarily tighten their pores. Horror, palpitations.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the old man is here tonight to reveal a secret to you. Because the action of avenging everyone's disciples has begun!"

"What?"

"Slightly-an-don't-impatient!" another Sanskrit sound. Everyone kept their mouths shut and did not dare to move. Only then did I find out that this old monk of Hailong Temple should be called a demon monk more appropriately. The shrill feminine voice of Chazhima Kaye slowly lingered through the dark room.

"Yes, revenge has begun. On the bright side, it is up to us to attract the attention of the Chinese secret services. Another group of people who sneaked in secretly were in charge of the operation, and, the old man wants to tell you, those people are now killing ordinary people, ordinary Chinese! Among them are old people, men, women, and, of course, the most stimulating children."

Everyone suddenly felt a cold current running down their backs, none of them were good, and their hands were stained with blood. But he has never killed an ordinary person who is powerless in his life. And this demon monk in front of him is indeed a ruthless demon monk!

"The old man set a hundred heads for each of them. Completed within 24 hours. There are eight people in total, that is, in this ancient capital of China, 800 innocent people will die in the future from tonight. In the capital of a country, 800 people were lost in one day and one night, can the news shock the world? Hehe, hehe, haha. Lao G's purpose is to sue the Chinese and the secret service. If you hurt one of our disciples, you will definitely lose your life with 100 people! Burial with 1,000 people! There is an old Chinese saying: Although I don't kill Boren, Boren will die because of me. Even if the Secret Service knew that the old man did it, they had no evidence. Some of them had to hold back their fire, some of them had to endure their anger! Three days later, they had to watch me leave safely. You say, will the people of the Chinese secret service be so angry that they will go crazy? Will someone have to come out and take responsibility for such a vicious incident that has shocked the whole world? What will happen to them once the cause is found to be in the secret service? Will China let them go?"

Everyone was silent. The poisonous scheme of the demon monk is cruel and outrageous. No normal person can tolerate it. But when I thought about it, the consequence of this was that the secret service would not be able to please him, and it could be regarded as indirectly avenging his disciples. Therefore, they all chose silence.

"Do you have any different opinions, but in that case, let's disperse. Tomorrow's press conference, remember to attend all of them. ”

This night is destined to be sleepless!

Watch the news on TV. Zhou Yu nibbled on the cool and sweet watermelon, spit out a few watermelon seeds, and said, "Tang Ning, we've only been back for a few days! How many?"

Tang Ning also held the watermelon in both hands and nibbled slowly, without raising his head or opening his eyes, and said: "Eight days, fourteen cases, a total of sixty-three people died, oh, counting the seven this time, there are fifteen cases." The death toll is rounded. Exactly seventy. ”

"Evil Gate!" Jiang Tao casually threw away the watermelon peel in his hand and accurately threw it into the paper basket at the door.

"It's not the evil sect, it's the feng shui bureau of Mount Tai that has been destroyed. This is normal. ”

"Then why don't you close the mountain, it's impossible. ”

"Yes!" Tang Ning also shook his hand and threw the watermelon rind in his hand into the paper basket. sighed: "I believe that they had expected this result in advance, but he couldn't help it. No one can do anything! This is the reality, the helpless reality!"