Bernard sat in the car with his eyes closed, thinking about his next cannibalization plan.

He is more like a Jew in his bones, with a pathological yearning for money and interests, for him, there are no small actions, only losers and winners, and Tang Dao is doomed to failure!

Chirping...

Suddenly, a piercing tail note pierced the sky.

Before Bernard could figure it out, the bearded driver with sunglasses opened his mouth wide, "RPG!" RPG！ ”

After he roared, he slammed the steering wheel to the left, almost grazing the bazooka to dodge, but the Audi car behind was not so lucky, the rocket seemed to have a long eye and drilled under the chassis, and an explosion exploded, and the violent shock wave blew up the body weighing more than a ton and broke it, and the flames burned instantly, and even the screams were not heard.

The four bodyguards inside were killed on the spot!

Bernard's eyes widened, covered with cold sweat, and when he looked back, he shrank back in fright.

"There's a barricade ahead!" The bodyguard in the co-pilot seat pulled the handle, and also shouted, the driver gritted his teeth, and the accelerator increased, he knew that he had been attacked, and if he stopped, he had no choice but to die.

You can only hit the barricade head-on.

But... Apparently bad luck.

As soon as the front of the car hit it, there was a loud bang, and the front of the car was simply blown apart, and the tires of the car rolled on the ground a few times naughtily and fell heavily to the ground.

There's a landmine planted in this place.

At this moment, the closed houses around opened up, and a group of blackmen with all kinds of weapons rushed out of it, not even a formal dress, very casual, one of them was like the leader, and said a lot in dialect, and a group of people screamed to turn over the corpses.

dragged out the bodyguard corpse, took off the sunglasses, and took off the blow-up suit, as long as it could be used.

Bernard gasped for air, blood running down his forehead and into the gap between his eyes, and he tried to open them, but found it so difficult that he couldn't even move his neck.

"Mr. Bernard?" Just as he was about to "sleep" in a daze, a voice of English pulled him back again, and he only saw a pair of leather shoes and butterflies painted on his socks.

"It's pathetic, you're like a dog right now."

Robert snorted twice, raised his foot, and stepped on the other party's side face, "My boss asked me to greet your father, and he asked me to take you as a guest, do you like this welcome method?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his hand flickered, and Bernard didn't know where the strength came from, so he roared and screamed.

I saw a military thorn in my shoulder.

"Don't fall asleep, set an alarm for you." Robert snapped his fingers, stood up straight, and tucked his pockets in, "Take it away." ”

Two employees behind him stepped forward, pulled Bernard by the hair, pulled him up, and simply and rudely addicted, dragged him to a pickup truck, threw him backwards, and the pain in his body made him faint.

"Boss, is he going to die?" An employee asked, looking back at the immobile Bernard.

"It's dead, it's dead, and we didn't do it, this... It was General Aideed's men who killed him, right? Robert crossed his leg and pulled out a piece of Swiss candy from his pocket, he liked the taste.

The two employees looked at each other and wisely closed their mouths.

…

Bernard's eyelids trembled slightly, a drop of sweat mixed with red liquid slipped down his sideburns, and finally penetrated into his lips, the chapped like a wasteland being moisturized, a little bit of blood, tired slowly opened his eyes, a glare of light seemed to find a belonging, and soon rushed in, he was shaken by the sting, he glanced to the side, and snorted softly.

"You're finally awake." Someone suddenly spoke, a mouthful of New York-flavored English.

Bernard squinted, and only slowly opened it after getting used to it, his eyes were bloodshot and blurred before they gradually became clear.

Tang Dao sat at a table, on which there was a Western steak, the person opposite was still empty, several employees stood at the back, straddling and standing, he used a knife and fork to cut the steak, the blood in it was entangled, he liked to eat medium-rare, the smell of blood in the mouth circled, especially flavorful and chewy.

Bernard has finally discovered his current situation.

His hands were tied, a rope was hanging, an iron stool was under his feet, and the smell of diesel fuel was in the air.

"Ni... Nicholas? You're going to kill me! His words were like nonsense, and he was even weaker.

"I don't like it when people wronged me, but I saw a gang of bandits chasing you, and my men saved you, that's all, but it seems that your memory is not very good, Robert, help Mr. Bernard think about it."

Robert answered, walked towards the other party, the footsteps of the leather shoes stepped on the ground, kicking, death is not suffering, suffering is waiting for death, just like now, Bernard is frightened and wants to struggle, but this is more like a game, killing pigs!

The former walked up to him, took out a box of fire, and looked gentle, "Sir, I promise, you absolutely like it." ”

Sting...

The match flew under the iron stool with flames, and Bernard didn't see the firewood below because of the angle, and it was already full of diesel fuel.

The heat of the iron is very fast, and the Swiss screams and raises his foot until the soles of his feet are scratching painfully, but the rope on it tightens so that his armpits hurt, and his whole hand looks like it is about to be torn off, but as soon as he puts down his foot, it hurts again, and he seems to be dancing on it.

"Put on some music, Elvis Presley's Can't Help Falling in Love"

The employee walked over and pulled out the tape, put it in the tape recorder, and pressed it, and Elvis' voice swirled slowly around the room.

Wise men say， only fools rush in

The wise man said that only a fool indulges in love

But I can't help， falling in love with you

But I can't help falling in love with you

Shall I stay， would it be a sin?

If this is a sin, should I stop there?

…

This is a re-creation of the 18th-century art song "Plaisir d'amour" written by the German composer Jean Paulo Martini.

Previously at an evening party at the Stanford School.

He liked to listen to this song, and then danced with his female classmates with a red face.

And Bernard is obviously also very talented in music, he is very talented in stepping on the beat every time he screams and stomps.

After the song was over, Tang Dao also put down the knife and fork, took off the napkin on his chest, wiped the corners of his mouth, and stood up.

"Do you remember? Mr. Bernard? He smiled and asked, "It's called teppanyaki in other places, you haven't seen it before, and it's the first time I've seen a burning person." ”

"Law... Falk Squid! ”

Tang Dao didn't care about this greeting at all, and patted the other party's face, "I admire you for being like this, with a hard mouth, and add some material to him." ”

Osborne came up and pulled him up, smeared chili oil on the stool, and smiled darkly, putting his fingers in his mouth and sipping it, so that his lips were a little numb.

The soles of Bernard's feet have long been broken, and this one is stained with chili peppers!

He obviously knew that when Osborne let go, he hung in mid-air, and the pain of the tearing made him can't help but scream.

"Bastard, what the hell are you going to do!"

"Me? I like to watch the theater the most, and then it's up to you to perform. Tang Dao clapped his hands and looked back at the employee, "Come and welcome us with a round of applause." ”

Stunt: Floating on the fire on the iron plate.