was so dignified, and suddenly a person came in, and without saying a word, he crushed the throat of the employee who was kind enough to explain to him.

What does this mean?

Ham and the others all stared at the man in black with wide eyes and disbelief on their faces.

"Who's Ham?"

After the man in black shot and killed someone, his tone was flat, and even had a gentle magnetism.

It's as if he hadn't done anything and had only come in to find out who Ham was.

However, his question woke up a pastry chef who had just come out of the bakery.

The pastry chef is in his forties, bald, and well-built, and it is estimated that it is no problem to pull him to make a movie and play Tom Hank, playing a fierce villain.

The pastry chef who was awakened saw the employee who collapsed on the ground, covered his neck and twisted it a few times, then stopped moving, picked up a stainless steel plate on the counter, and pounced on it with a tiger roar.

The stainless steel disc tilted and slashed at the head of the man in black.

If this is really sharpened, it should be able to cut off half of the head of the man in black.

Just before his steel plate smashed down, the man in black was already half-twisted and got up.

One kick on the steel plate in the bald pastry chef's hand.

When there was a loud bang, the steel disc flew out of his hand.

Before the steel disc that flew out smashed into the west wall, the right foot kicked out by the man in black, which had already shrunk back like a poisonous snake, and bounced out again, kicking the pastry chef in the chin hard.

Click.

There was another terrible cracking sound, and the pastry chef's head suddenly turned backwards in an eerie way.

He saw his ass, effortlessly.

Before Ham could figure out what was going on, the man in black had already killed two people in a row.

When the bald corpse fell to the ground with a thud, the man in black raised his hand and took off the trench coat and hat on his head.

An unusually handsome East Asian face was revealed, with a gentle smile.

If it were on the street, or on any other occasion, the face would surely cause the women to scream, as well as the men to be jealous.

But now, this very handsome, gentlemanly face, in the eyes of Ham and others, is a hundred times more terrible than the most terrible devil in the world.

"Y-Who are you?"

Ham was finally able to speak.

"Yang Xiao. Yang of Emperor Yang Guang, the carefree Xiao. ”

After Yang Xiao solemnly introduced his name, he asked what he wanted to ask for the second time: "Who is Ham?" ”

Ham and the others didn't care at all, and they didn't understand what Yang Guang and Yang Xiao were, they were just frightened by Yang Xiao's calmness after killing two people in a row.

"it, die!"

Another pastry chef, who, when he came to his senses, roared, and pulled a pistol from his waist.

As long as you are mentally normal and have a certain ability to compensate, then you can get a gun license, go to a gun shop to buy a gun you like, and carry it with you for self-defense.

In particular, the pastry chefs, who often work overtime until late at night before returning home, do not dare to walk on the streets of capitalism without a pistol pinned to their waists.

The pastry chef yelled, opened the safety with a bang, pointed the gun at Yang Xiao, and was about to pull the trigger!

A silver light suddenly flashed in front of Ham and the others.

Then there was a splatter of blood, and it came out of the distance.

A stainless steel fork used to hold the cake sank deep into the man's throat.

The whole neck was pierced, and the strength disappeared with the rushing blood, and he threw away the pistol like the first employee, and slowly collapsed to his knees with his hands around his neck.

"Who's Ham?"

After killing three people in a row, Yang Xiao had obvious impatience.

When he first came out of the Valley of Flames, he was still very interested in killing-

But now, he didn't think it was too fun to kill people, and the blood that the pastry chef spurted out just now almost stained his clothes.

"I—I'm Ham."

Ham, who had been sitting on a chair counting money, said in a trembling voice and stood up tremblingly.

"Everyone else get out, I'm just looking for Ham."

After finally finding Ham, Yang Xiao's face looked a little better, and he raised his hand and waved to several other clerks, signaling them to hurry up.

Now everyone finally sees that this handsome-looking god of killing is here to find Ham.

Not only is he handsome, but he is also most likely a terrible wizard.

If it weren't for a wizard, how could it be possible to kill three people in a row in the blink of an eye?

Pistols, they didn't do much for him.

God forbid, he only looks for Ham.

The other four clerks, praying in their hearts, ran out of the cake shop with a crawl.

They will definitely call the police.

But they certainly know that the police won't be too concerned about it.

It is better for Ham to die, and the cake shop to disappear forever, which is one of the greatest wishes of the London police.

At least dozens of visitors to London each year who visit Big Ben mysteriously disappear shortly after their visit.

Most of them are beauties from East Asia.

The old men of the upper class of European and American aristocracy are now especially fond of East Asian beauties with delicate skin and gentle personalities.

With so many missing cases, the London police were so busy that they had to send more police to investigate the matter thoroughly and give an explanation to all walks of life.

After investigating hundreds of mysterious disappearances, the London police showed that the suspicions were all related to the wind turbine company.

All the missing beauties had come here to buy cakes before they disappeared.

The cakes produced by the Wind Wheel Company are as famous as Big Ben in London, and there are no other branches.

Every day, the owner, Ham, would pay some homeless people to go to Big Ben and hand out beautifully crafted leaflets to visitors.

There is no need to deliberately instruct these homeless people, they will specifically look for those young and beautiful girls.

It is human nature to love beauty, and the homeless people finally have a bright opportunity to get in close contact with beautiful women, of course, they will not give up this good opportunity.

When they distribute flyers, they also give their employers free publicity about how delicious the cake is.

The more beautiful the girl, the more greedy she is-

What's more, the name of the cake shop is so unique, and their cakes are famous in London, if you don't go to buy some and taste it, then how can you be embarrassed to tell people that they have been to Big Ben?

Over the years, the police investigation into the mysterious missing girl has only stopped there.

Go a little deeper - there's no problem, what's the name of the cake shop, who can care?

People hire homeless people to scatter leaflets, which is also charity.

The quality of the windmill company's pastries, which is famous in all of London, is reasonably priced, and there is no tax evasion - in short, it is a store of conscience, and the proprietor, Ham, is also one of the best temperamental men on the street.

Customers who often come to buy pastries can laugh at his wife in front of him for "making foreign exchange" on the street and not get angry.

Without conclusive evidence, why should the police say that he was a trafficker and arrest him?

Therefore, even if the police knew that the wind turbine company was the point used by human trafficker Ham to search for targets under Big Ben, they could not arrest him.

Even, it can't be exposed that dozens of beautiful women disappear every year after visiting Big Ben.

If that's the case, who else will dare to visit Big Ben in the future?

In that case, how much tourism revenue will the country have to lose.

How many times, the London police have tried to use force to secretly remove this cancer, but they have never dared to do it.

The police are well aware that this is just an eyeliner set up by trafficker Ham on the outside.

If they did, all the police officers involved in the operation, as well as their families, would have suffered a frenzied reprisals from trafficker Ham.

If the police first undermined the relationship of "peaceful coexistence", they cannot blame others for being ruthless.

For this reason, the police could only watch the existence of the wind turbine company, praying that one day, God suddenly thundered and struck the store.

Therefore, the clerks who escaped in a hurry, after calling the police urgently, the police only said that they would send someone over immediately, but they did not act.

Ham himself is well aware of this.

I have a hunch that tonight is his time of death.

Knowing that he was going to die, Ham was not afraid.

The trembling body and pale face all returned to normal, and even made two cups of coffee.

A cup was pushed in front of Yang Xiao, and he smiled and said, "Sit down, have a drink and talk, if you want to, please adjust some." ”

Yang Xiao did not refuse Ham's kindness, stretched out his foot and hooked a chair, sat opposite the cash register, picked up the cup and drank only one sip, and spit on the ground.

According to his attainments in traditional Chinese medicine, don't look at just drinking this small sip, the taste buds on the tip of the tongue can quickly distinguish that this is a non-toxic drink, but the taste is too strange, bitter and astringent, how can there be good wine?

"Alas, alas, this is my self-milled coffee beans, from Cuba."

Ham looked at the ground, shook his head with some regret, added two pieces of rock candy to it, and slowly stirred it with a spoon, looking focused.

Yang Xiao didn't urge him, but looked at the decoration of the store with a face full of interest.

By the time Ham finished his cup of coffee, it had been fifteen minutes.

During this time, neither of them spoke.

Outside, no one came in, and no sirens were heard.

While Ham was drinking coffee, he kept observing Yang Xiao out of the corner of his eye.

After seeing him so calm, he was completely desperate.

Pushing the glass away, Ham finally spoke, "What are you looking for me to do?" ”

Yang Xiao said straight to the point: "I want to be alone with you." ”

Ham asked, "Is it a girl from East Asia?" ”

Yang Xiao nodded.

Ham asked, "Island nation?" South Korea, or China? ”

"Her name is Min Rou."

Yang Xiao directly said Min Rou's name.

Min Rou's name is quite Chinese.

Whether it's an island country or South Korea, there is no such a good girl name.

"I don't know."

Ham squinted slightly, thought for a long time, and then shook his head.

Yang Xiao smiled: "Then, do you know Karavich from Venus Macau Casino?" ”

"I see."

After hearing Yang Xiao say this name, Ham understood: "This Min Rou was just 'ordered' from Macau a few days ago, but now on the road, he hasn't come here yet." ”

"Where is she now?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"When a ship is on the high seas, it changes its status. In order to ensure absolute safety on the way, neither the seller nor the acquirer knows their exact route, as well as the change of means of transportation. ”

"And when will she be transported here?"

"I don't know."

Ham smiled and shook his head.

Yang Xiao also smiled: "Then what do you know?" ”

"I know, I'm going to die tonight."

Ham whispered this and died.

His way of death was the same as that of the first clerk, he was choked by Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao suddenly found that he especially liked the feeling of crushing people's throats now.

He could see that what Ham said was true.

If you want to find Min Rou, you have to wait.

Sighing in his heart, Yang Xiao stood up, put on his hat, and when he turned around and walked to the door of the store, he glanced at the corner of the second floor.

A woman's face with heavy makeup quickly shrank back.