This faint rancid smell was made from a kind of corpse insect that can only be found in the Valley of Flames.

Simply crush the corpse worms to death, squeeze out their juice, and then mix them with water in proportions to be the best tracking signal.

The characteristic of this potion is that once it gets contaminated with clothes and skin, even if it is washed with water repeatedly, you don't want to wash away its rancid smell, it will stick to the target like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

However, it is not always attached to the target, after thirty-six hours, without taking any measures, it will disappear automatically, leaving no sequelae on the target, which can be described as the greenest and most difficult to detect tracking weapon.

Except for Yang Coffin, no one can distinguish from the thousands of smells emanating from the streets of London, and track them accurately.

"Excuse me, is there anything I can help with?"

After seeing a woman dressed in an old-fashioned fashion, wearing a windbreaker and hat, and wearing a big mask on her face, the beauty at the front desk of the Extreme Whirlwind Company frowned slightly, but she still smiled professionally and greeted Yang Coffin.

"I'm looking for Moshima."

Yang Coffin said lightly, and kept walking towards the stairs.

This company is a four-story building, and after waiting for the elevator, it will go up.

"Hey, you wait, wait, our general manager isn't here. Do you have a reservation? ”

Seeing Yang Coffin rushing in without saying a word, of course the beauty at the front desk was unwilling, and hurriedly chased out around the bar.

She had just caught up with the corner of the stairs when Yang Coffin waved her fist.

The beauty at the front desk rolled her eyes and collapsed on the stairs.

In the general manager's office on the fourth floor, Mojima, who has a band-aid on his nose, is kneeling shirtless behind the desk, holding a signature pen in his hand, and pointing something on a blank piece of paper.

He is mobilizing troops and preparing to act overnight tonight to snatch back several night games controlled by Brother David.

Mao Dao is the boss of the Black Dragon Group's branch in London, and he has long coveted these few fields controlled by Brother David, but he doesn't dare to grab it easily.

First, Brother David is a landlord snake who has been in business for many years, secondly, his strength was still a little insufficient at that time, and he was not sure of confronting the landlord snake, and thirdly, if he did it without permission, it would be regarded as breaking the unwritten rules of London's underground, and he would be despised and hated by his peers.

Now, when he can fight with Brother David, he finally finds a good opportunity to "be famous".

The band-aid on the nose is proof of this.

Such a good opportunity, he would let it go if he was stupid.

In less than half an hour, he mobilized thirty-seven elites from various departments to come here, and they were in the gym on the third floor, drinking fine wine and waiting for his order.

Add in the seven people in his office, and that's forty-five.

Don't look at the number of forty-five people, it is far less than the number of white David's men in London, but these people are the elite of the Black Dragon Group, and they are all in the role of one against one hundred.

Forty-five times a hundred, that's four thousand five hundred—can there be four thousand five hundred, no matter how many David White is?

"At eleven o'clock tonight, we will start with the night market on Huideng Street, and we will settle the battle in ten minutes, and we will not delay for a moment. Then, we turned—"

As he said this, Mojima's injured nose moved, and he looked up and asked, "What smell, so bad?" ”

In fact, his six main subordinates had already smelled this faint rancid smell, which came from Maodaojun's clothes, but he didn't care, after all, Maodaojun had fox odor, and thought that this smell was a fox odor variant.

Mojima-kun had just regained some of his sense of smell because of his nose injury, and he smelled this unpleasant smell.

In order to maintain the dignity of the boss, several main subordinates shook their heads in unison: "No." Didn't smell it. ”

They said they didn't smell it, but they couldn't help but look at Moshima's clothes.

After Moshima came in, he took off his clothes and put them on the desk casually, revealing the upper body with a big black dragon tattooed, which was so strong and powerful.

"Really?"

After glancing at the source of the smell, Shigeshima-kun picked it up and threw it in front of the window, and continued, "Then, we'll turn around—"

When he said these words again, there seemed to be a man's voice, faintly coming from outside the door.

"Those bastards, are they doing it again?"

Mojima-kun frowned and said to one of his subordinates, "Go, let them stop making trouble." On the eve of the Great War, shouldn't you keep your physical strength abundant? ”

"Hello."

The subordinate nodded, got up from the tatami, and walked out quickly.

Mojima-kun lit a cigarette and continued to lay out the attack plan.

By the time he finished speaking, it was already five minutes later, and the subordinate who had restrained his subordinates and stopped doing it on the eve of the big battle had not yet returned, and during this time, the men's faint cries seemed to be becoming more and more frequent.

"Damn, Taro, this bastard, doesn't he like to engage in Ji? How did you join too? You, go and see. ”

Suddenly, Mojima-kun was irritated for no reason, and raised his hand to point at his subordinates casually.

The subordinate with an ambiguous smile on his face agreed, got up from the ground and walked to the door.

When the boss sent Taro just now, he was a little dissatisfied - the boss was right, Taro didn't like to do Ji, but he liked it.

Sending someone who doesn't like to do the foundation and teaching those people not to do it anymore, but making the people who like to do the foundation sit here on their knees and feel itchy in their hearts, this is simply a very bastard assignment.

Seeing that it was still early, he would definitely take this opportunity to engage in his subordinates last time, but he didn't take what Mojima-kun said just now to heart, and secretly sneered: "Cut, just those wastes of White David, how can they be the elite opponents of my Black Dragon Group?" Hugh said that he would go after he was cool, even if he was cool for three days and three nights, he could do it quite well. ”

The confident subordinates are just about to step out when they open the door, one hand!

Suddenly, it came out of the door and locked his throat.

Before he could react, he heard a crunch in his throat.

When the bare hand that did not play the piano was definitely a waste, slowly retracted, the man covered his neck with his hands, and his eyes seemed to be about to peep out of his sockets, and his mouth was wide enough to fit an eggplant, and he slowly collapsed to the ground.

This person is the thirty-eighth person Yang Xiao killed in ten minutes.

The way everyone dies is that the laryngeal bones are choked to pieces, and the broken bone stubble is as sharp as thorns, directly piercing the trachea, making them make the kind of sound that only when they are doing the foundation.

Yang shook his hand, took off the hat on his head, and the mask on his face, revealing his sallow face.

Since last night, she has fallen in love with the killing method of crushing people's necks.

The reason for her love is very simple, so that there is basically no need to see blood.

In particular, the sound of a person's throat bone being crushed fascinated by it - just like children like to crush shockproof foam.

Someone suddenly came in and crushed his companion's throat at once, what would be the reaction of the others?

Of course it is—confused.

But after the bewilderment, it was the indescribable anger and killing intent of words, prompting the person closest to the door to rise to the sky with a strange scream, and the person in mid-air, a sharp and abnormal whirlwind leg, whipped Yang Coffin's jaw.

The man jumped too high.

Yang Coffin didn't like it very much.

Because she didn't want to jump like a dead man.

Since I don't want to jump, I can't crush his throat and enjoy that beautiful feeling, of course, I'll be unhappy.

When Yang Coffin is unhappy, his temper will become bad, and the way he kills people will become more ruthless.

She kicked it too.

The kick that came first and kicked heavily into the crotch of the man who was soaring in mid-air like an eagle.

This is the most vulnerable part of a man's body.

Even if you are kicked by a weak woman, it will hurt to death.

If you are a little pepper like Yue Zitong who has a force value, and you can be kicked by his two eggs, and you will directly become a eunuch.

Let Li Nannan kick it?

This person will die.

Yang coffin to kick it?

This man would - die a terrible death.

I can't describe how high-pitched the screams he made when he hit his crotch and feet, it was definitely a sonic bullfight, and the glass of the entire four-story building was all buzzing and echoing.

Cattle ratio, right?

Indeed, the kick kicked by Yang Coffin not only kicked his two things, but also broke the bones under his crotch, and stabbed back like a military stab, penetrating the intestines.

And he himself, like a loaded cannonball, smashed against the opposite wall with a clatter.

With another thud, it fell to the ground.

didn't have the convulsions and movements that should have been at the end of his life, so he simply died.

Confused again.

The four of them stared at the innocent and looked at the frowning Yang coffin.

"Don't jump, I don't like it. In this way, there is some cruelty. ”

Yang Coffin finally knew that it was cruel, so he was a little sad - he slowly walked up to a bewildered young man, stretched out his hand and pinched it quickly under his chin, and after enjoying the feeling of pinching the foam, he smiled faintly: "How good is this." Sit obediently and don't move. ”

Her requirements for Mojima-kun and others are too high.

Murderers are not allowed to move.

How can there be such a fool in the world?

Probably too, right?

Because Yang Coffin crushed a person's throat again, his movements were calm, without the slightest smell of fireworks.

When the man covered his neck with his hands and shivered in pain on the ground for the last few times, the two of them finally woke up from their state of bewilderment.

"Yaga!"

They let out a loud cry in unison, with a roar of extreme fear and utter unbelief.

The person closest to the case in front of Mojima-kun reached out and took out a gun from his waist.

Yang Qiqi especially hated the gun, just because when she teased Ye Xiaodao and the three of them in the southern mountains of Qingshan, she was carelessly injured in the shoulder by two of Lin Yiting's subordinates with guns.

For her, it was definitely a shame that she could never forget for the rest of her life.

Therefore, whoever dares to raise a gun against her will die.

Although, if this person doesn't show the fate of the guy, he is also a death.

It's just a way of death, but it won't be so cruel - with a bang, Yang Coffin kicked his head and kicked him in the back.

"Don't point a gun at me. I'll be upset. ”

Yang Coffin frowned, and said lightly to Mojima-kun, who was about to roll over and get the pistol in the clothes in front of the window.

Mojima-kun didn't dare to take it.

"Sit down."

Yang said again.

Mojima-kun sat down obediently.

Yang Coffin also sat down, just opposite him, also in a kneeling position.

The kneeling posture that the island people are used to now is still what they learned in the Tang Dynasty, so Yang Coffin never thought about what was wrong with her sitting like this.

"Pour me a glass of water."

After Yang Coffin sat down, he raised his hand and stroked his hair, and looked at Mao Daojun: "I'm a little thirsty." Killing people is a hard job. ”